1.
On the kitchen of Michael's apartment were surveillance photos of Kivar, Nicholas, and Isabel along with some other people who frequently seemed to come and go in Kevin's classroom, the same people who frequented his house. Above the pictures were names and their connections much like that of a board you would see at a police precinct.
"Do you remember what happened," Max asked.
"Vaguely. That's why I went to the shack for some answers," he said placing one of the orbs on the table.
"You went without telling us."
"Hey that place was left to the four of us. I don't need your permission."
Max took a deep breath. "All right fine. What did you find out?"
Michael told the story of when he first laid eyes on Isabel. It had been at an induction ceremony for new officers. He looked at her as if he could see deep beyond her eyes to the depth of her heart, a place she ward off from anyone who looked her way. He noticed she was looking at him in the same way. Time went on and they planned their wedding but that came to a halt when a childhood friend had entered the kingdom. He saw as Isabel went willing to him. Michael knew Kivar's words had been a lie. Isabel had been in the throne room when Kivar came with claims of peace. Isabel had believed him and in his heart of hearts Michael knew Isabel was only doing what she thought was the right thing to do to protect her family.
"As your mother was telling me these things," said Michael, "things started to become clearer."
"And now he's here," said Max.
"He's trying to have history repeat itself," said Liz.
"Only this time," added Tess, "is that he's gonna make sure we die and Isabel lives this way he gets her and the baby."
"Well he's not going to get either of them," said Michael. "I'm not going to let my son be raised by a murderer."
"Agreed," said Max.
"It's time to get off the sidelines," said Michael. "We have to do something about this Maxwell."
Max looked at Michael. He hated any sort of violence but he knew he had to put trust in Michael, he was after all his military strategist, his second in command as his mother had called him.
"I know where we need to start," said Max.