'Laurel what are you doing here?' She said stifling a yarn as she held the door open a crack. She didn't want to give the girl any ideas about coming in.

'Oh like you didn't know.' Laurel slurred.

She frowned upon catching a whiff of the young irl's breath. She was drunk. 'Go home Laurel.' She moved toclose the dor, but was stopped by Laurels leather boot in the door.

'You're not just going to dismiss me like you do eveyone else. I just need to know why?' She sniffled wiping at her red nose as if she had been crying.

'Why what, Laurel?' Annaliese said a bit more sternly. All the sleepiness disappearing. 'We can talk about Wes some other time.'

'Wes.' She waved his name off. 'Stop deflecting I want to know why you told Frank to kill Lila.'

She was silent staring at the raven haired beauty in disbelief.

'What you didn't think he would tell me? Well he did. You're no better than us. You started all of this.'

She looked down at the girls boot. 'Move your foot Laurel. Go sleep it off.'

She moved her foot and Annaliese slammed the door shut locking it resoundly behind her.

X

She knocked on the door brisquely. 'Frank, it's me Annaliese.' She bit her lower lip as she waited for a response. She knocked again to be sure. 'Sorry to come over so late, but its about Laurel.' When no response came this time. She looked down the hall of the apartment building to see that it was still empty. She pulled out her extra key. She had to search her entire home for this key. She let herself in. 'Frank, I'm worried about Laurel. I let myself in.'

She closed the door behind her and looked in the kitchen that was empty of Frank's burly frame. She walked into the hallway to see a half empty box of pizza lying on the table. She picked up a piece and noticed that it was cld. She threw it back down and headd down the hall. Perhaps, that meant he had been gone for awhile now. She nudged the bathroom door open with the heel of her foot it was empty as well. She headed for the lone bedroom in the apartment. 'Frank.'

The bed was cold and crisply made. Just like Frank she thought. She looked under the bed. She knew it was here. She knew he had it. She pulled the dresser drawers out and rummaged through his shorts and tshirts searching for the money. She had seen it with him a couple of times. She knew he kept it close. The drawer were empty. There was a mirror on the wall. It was a cliche, but she had to check. She looked behind the mirror and it was just more wall. She turned towards the closet. She looked on the top shelf that appeared to be shoes. She moved the clothes aside to catch a better look at the floor. And there it was a lone suitcase.

It had a pin lock on it. She thought about her daughter's birthday and turned the numbers. When it clicked open, her heart dropped. 'You son of a bitch.' She lifted the money and there it was wads of cash. She rubbed the sweat from off her brow. 'The least you can do is fund my trip home.'

X

He entered the Keating home, his bag thrown over hisleft shoulder. Bonnie approached him frantically. Or what was frantic to her as she clenched and unclenched her fist keeping her voice low.

'Everyone's here.'

He shrugged, 'So.' He only needed to talk to one of the Keating groupies. He needed Laurel to understand that she couldn't mention a word of this to Annaliese. He went towards her office catching a quick glance in the living room at the group. All stooped over their books. Laurel didn't bother to look up at him.

Bonnie went up to him as he opened the door to Annaliese's office. It was empty.

'Frank, she's not here and the drawers upstairs have been emptied out. I don't know what to tell the others.' She said glancing towards the living room.

'Tell them whatever you want.' He said heading back to the door. He had to find her. He threw his bag in the back seat and hopped into the car. He drove back to his place. He was so exhausted from looking for Laurel all night he just collapsed into his bed. He didn't even notice if anything was out of place. Grabbing the first clean shirt and pants from his dresser. He opened the key to his door and dropped the bag on the floor. Running towards the closet. He looked on the floor and the suitcase was gone.

He ran his hands through his hair as he paced the floor. Her car was still parked in the garage he had pulled up next to it. Bonnie had said all her things were gone. He could call around and see if she had ordered a cab and where it could have taken her. So there was only one other place she could go with that kind of cash. The Airport.

He picked up the keys that he had thrown across the floor and headed to the car. He wasn't crazy enough to think that she would still be there, but he was going to find out where she had went.

He waited in line impatiently looking down at his watch as the little old lady in front ofhim chatted up the TSA Agent. He forced a smile everytime she turned around and gave him a smile of 'm sorry for the wait. The agent had the patience of an angel for explaining to the woman how to get to the gate for the sixteenth time. 'Hey can we speed this up?'

'Oh, I'm sorry young man. Would you like some o fmy fresh baked cookes for the wait.' She turned around and attempted to rummage through her bag.

Illiciting a groan from everyone waiting in line from behind her.

'No, nomy apologies I just have a girl that's waiting on me.' He said zipping her bag back up. He looked at the agent. 'Can we arrange for an escort so this kind lady can get to her gate on time.'

'Yes, sir.' She nodded picking up the phone and making a call to volunteer services.

'Thank you, young man.' She said pulling him down so that she could kiss him on the cheek. Her gray hair tickling his forearm. 'No thanks necessary.' He eased out of her grasp and stepped over her to the agent. She was about Laurel's age and fatigue was already beginning to set in under her eyes. 'I know an angel when I see one.'

'Excuse me.'

He nodded to the granny who was waiting off to the side for her escort chatting with the people in line. 'I'm sorry, but I think I woud have strangled her six questions ago.'

'It takes practice. A lot of practice. So how can I help you?'

He lowered his voice. 'I was looking for a friend, but I think I found her.'

She smirked. 'I'm sorry sir, but we can't give out personal information of other's flight.'

He grabbed the pen that was sitting on her desk and wrote down his phone number. 'Can the TSA agents give out their personal information.' He slid the number at her and winked. He was laying it on a little thick, but he'd never been above whoring himself out for the right cause. Annaliese taught him that.

'It's completely against the rules.' She replied pocketing the number just as what looked to be her supervisor came out of the back room. 'So how can I help you?' She asked as the older woman passed my her kiosk.

'Annaliese Keating, she's my friend, but she's also my boss. I need to know what flight she's own. An important call came in and she doesn't need to go on this trip anymore.'

'Do you know where she was going?' She asked looking up from the keyboard.

'No, sorry, I can't remember. I know she told me. Just scatter brained today.'

She looked towards her boss who was helping a customer out at the other end of the table. She quickly scribbled her number on a piece of paper and slid it to him. He pocketed it without bothering to look at it. 'So uh, you see her?' He nodded towards the computer.

'Oh, yeah I remember her.' She nodded. 'Hey, Jan come here.' A collegue of hers came over from another computer. 'Isn't this the woman that you were waiting on?'

'Yes, she's been up here five times. You should be able to find her in the waiting room.'

'Thanks.' She said turning the screen a little so that he could catch a better glimpse. 'Is this her?'

'Yes.' He nodded as her picture ID appeared on the screen. 'Her plane should be arriving in another thirty minutes.'

He slammed his hand down on the counter. 'Thanks.' He headed off to the waiting area right next to a Starbucks. He saw her sitting with her back to him. Her leg shaking nervously. Anyone looking at her might think she was nervous about her flight, but he knew dfferent. He eased into the seat next to her.

'You would think with all the money I have I'd been able to get an earlier flight.' She shook her head. 'No not with this crappy airline.'

'Let me explain.'

'What's their to explain. For the first time since, since she died. Since those kids have entered my life. Nothing has been more clear. I'm surrounded by a bunch of murders and you all need to burn in hell.'

'Flight 246 to Savannah, Georgia is now boarding at Gate 5.'

She stood up grabbing on to her rolling luggage the suitcase strapped to the top of it.

'I don't give a damn about those kids.' He said grabbing on to her elbow to stop her retreat. 'I care about you and you have to know that I didn't know. . .the baby.'

'Let go of me Frank before I scream.'

He did as he was told. He looked down at her luggage. 'You took the money?'

She didn't bother to answer the question. She told them about asking questions they already knew the answer to. It was just a waste of her time and his. Besides she had a plaine to catch.

He stopped her again. 'Okay I get it. You're feeling betrayed and alone. And I'm the last person who should make you feel that way. You want to know why I still have that money after all this time?'

'Because all killers keep a trophy from their victims.' She said rolling her eyes and crossing her arms across ehr chest.

'No, of course not. Because I couldn't bring myself to spend any of it. I never believed in dirty money until . . . It didn't feel right.'

'Tell me do you still have her blanket? I told you to get rid of all her things. The crib,' Her voice shook as she trailed off. 'The room that was filled with things for the baby.' She asked him to clean it out. Neither Sam or herself could bring themselves to do it. 'Did you keep her things?'

'I kept a blanket.'

She turned and walked away.

He followed her. 'Its not what it seems.'

She stopped in front of an officer. 'I'm about to board, officer, but this man isn't allowed beyond this point. He does't have a ticket.'

The officer looked at him puzzled. 'Can I see your ticket, sir?'

'Annaliese come on.' He pleaded with her as she turned her back on him. Handing er ticket offto the agent.

'I'm going to need to see your ticket, sir.' He said more forcefully as his hand hovered over his baton.

He put his hands up in the air and backed away. 'Sorry, I guess I just walked to far. I was just seeing my friend off. She has a sense of humor that friend.'