Aurora Note: For this chapter I was kind of experimenting with time order so it might be a little confusing so if you don't get it just say so and I'll explain. :) Big thank you to cherrygurl1225 for being my first ever reviewer! That's all, so enjoy!

Chapter Two

Earlier that day

Harrison Davies walked briskly down the street, his hands shoved deep in his pockets. The sun might have been shining but it was still cold. Tru's brother was heading to work. It was first steady job in months and it was perfectly legal. In fact it dealt with the law itself.

Harry worked for his father, Richard, a big shot lawyer who had abandoned his three children the instant their mother died. Richard had recently taken an interest in his children again, especially Harrison. He knew something suspicious was going on, but Harry was too busy enjoying the attention his father gave him to find out what it was, and ever since Richard gave him a swanky new apartment, secrets his father might be keeping were the last thing on his mind.

A tall leggy blonde walked by and Harrison flashed her a smile. She looked down at him in disgust, something Harry was, unfortunately, used to.

Never mind he thought to himself I should be happy. My life is great right now.

Rounding the corner, Harrison instantly took back that thought. Leaving the towering building that housed Richard Davies' law firm was Jack Harper.

Jack hadn't seen Harrison yet so Harry quickly ducked behind a tree and surveyed the deceitful individual. Jack began to walk off down the street. Harrison started to follow at distance but then he remembered work. Should he go or should he stay? He weighed up his options. If he missed work he could get fired, but if he let Jack go someone could die. When Jack was around it usually meant trouble.

Harrison immediately ruled out a do-over day; Tru always called him when it was. So it looked like Jack either had legal trouble or he had other business at Tru's father's law firm, which given the circumstances seemed very suspicious. All the cautious thoughts Harrison had been ignoring came to light, flashing like warning signs in his face. They were enough to make his mind up.

Pulling his coat tighter around his shivering body, Harrison set off after Jack, dread slowly creeping into the corners of his mind.

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Autopsy Room 10:28pm

Tru flung the sheet back over Jack's face. The sight of his disfigured body made her feel nauseous. With shaking hands she silently walked into Davis' office and sat down. Davis entered the room and sat behind his desk opposite his shell shocked friend. A hushed moment passed, Tru staring atthe ground, Davis sipping his coffee.

"What happened to him?" Tru asked eventually.

"He was hit by a train around nine thirty. He -uh- died instantly, so it was quick. He didn't suffer...I think," Davis replied.

"A train?"

"Yeah. The driver said he was pushed. There were at least two people with him–"

"Who would want to kill Jack?" Tru interrupted suddenly.

To his surprise Davis saw their were tears in her eyes.

"Tru, are you all right?" he asked worry in his voice.

"No! No, I'm not Davis!" Tru cried, jumping to her feet, "Someone killed Jack, Davis! Jack! Sure I didn't like the guy but he didn't deserve to die! Not like this".

"Do you think he'll ask for help?"

"I don't know. It goes against everything he believes in but Jack didn't want to die...I'm so confused about what I should feel right now...Look at me! Crying over a guy I didn't even like!"

Furiously rubbing the tears from her eyes Tru laughed hysterically and sat back down. Davis seemed rather stunned at her sudden outburst and didn't know what to do. Luckily, the shrill tone of Tru's ringtone rang out interrupting the awkward scene.

"Hello?" Tru said answering her cell.

Davis left the room while Tru took her call. His eyes darted towards Jack's corpse. It's presence left him feeling edgy, so he decided to take it to the Crypt. When he returned Tru was in the autopsy room, her face almost as pale as Jack's. She looked at Davis once, then took off running towards the Crypt.

"Tru!" Davis yelled after her.

He was about to race off but the phone in his office rang and being Davis he decided the phone call was more important than Tru's erratic behaviour.

"City Morgue," Davis stated, picking up the handset.

"Davis! Oh man am I glad to hear you!"

It was Harrison.

"What's wrong, Harrison?"

"I know who killed Jack"

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Earlier 8:15pm

For a guy causing death, or at least trying to, on a regular basis, Jack had a pretty average daily life. Harrison had followed him all day: to the grocers, the bank, the horse track (which Harry had avoided resulting him sitting out in the cold for two hours) and now The Olive and Umbrella Bar.

Jack was at the bar, a beer in front of him but he had also ordered a vodka suggesting he was meeting someone. Harry was towards the back of the room hidden in a booth, but the bar, and Jack, were clearly visible. There were only a dozen or so people, mainly men, so the attractive dark haired woman who walked through the door was instantly noticed.

Harry blinked in surprise. He knew her, or at least he thought he did, for she walked straight to the bar, sat down next to Jack, and downed the vodka waiting there.

Dr Carrie Allen was Davis' sort-of girlfriend. As far as Harry knew she had only met Jack once at Tru's Christmas party and they hadn't spoken much there. So why was she there?

"Does Tru suspect you at all?" Jack asked, turning to look at Carrie, his voice drifting towards Harry over the relative quiet of the bar.

"She's completely clueless. Almost as clueless as dopey Davis. Why do you ask? Think I'm not doing my job right? I'd say you got that covered," Carrie replied coldly, and ordered another drink.

Flabbergasted, Harry leant forward to hear what Jack said next.

"And what's that supposed to mean?"

Carrie scoffed and moved closer to Jack.

"You and Richard told me the people who die are supposed to stay dead! Tru keeps stopping you! And if I'm to keep believing in what you say...someone. Needs, To. Die!" whispered Carrie, her deliberate punctuation of her last line showing her true colours.

"What about Meg- I mean the girl who fell off Edison Tower? She's dead isn't she?" Jack replied bitterly, making it obvious the memory of Megan, the only person ever to ask for Jack's help, still hurt him.

"She had leukemia, she was gonna die anyway," Carrie said standing up.

"I've got to go leave for a business meeting out of town in an hour so I need to go pack. Meet me at fourth street train station then, I need to give you something," she continued.

Jack looked at Carrie quizzically. "Why can't you give it me now?"

"Because it's at my place"

"So why don't I go with you now and get it?"

"No!"

Jack stood up and grabbed Carrie's arm.

"Is there something you're not telling me?"

"Of course not. I just don't want you to see my apartment. It's a mess."

"Fine," Jack said releasing Carrie, "The station it is"

Carrie left and after draining his drink Jack followed heading the opposite direction she went. Harrison let out the breath he hadn't realised he'd been holding in. He could hardly believe the scene that had unfolded before him. Carrie was working with Jack, and it looked like they were both working...for Richard. These revelations were too much for Harry to handle. He walked to the bar and ordered their strongest beer. Then he called his sister.

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The Crypt 10:35 pm

"Where are you Jack?! I heard you calling my name!" Tru cried racing into the chilly crypt.

She stormed over to the nearest wall and began opening draws like a mad woman. They were all empty.

"Jack...Jack if you need help, just ask," Tru called out to the room of corpses, her voice calmer, "I'll save you, I promise!"

Here I go again, talking to dead people she thought Maybe I'm just imagin-

"Tru!"

There it was again. The hollow empty sound of Jack's dead voice. The same voice that caused her to drop her phone in Davis' office. The voice that brought her here.

"Over here," it whispered.

Tru followed the voice to the furthest wall of the crypt. Her hand shook as she reached for the nearest draw. It slowly slid open and Jack's pale face was revealed.

"I'm here Jack," Tru murmured, "So ask me"

For a moment Tru doubted her sanity as Jack didn't respond, but then...

"Do something, Tru," Jack breathed his eyes flicking open and his hand gripping Tru's wrist.

Tru gasped and felt the way too familiar sensation of her day rewinding. She opened her eyes to find it was morning once again.

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