Connor POV

"Eunice. There's got to be a fucking mistake. I am not a father. No fucking way." Murphy stared at the rouge FBI agent like she had a third eye, unlit cigarette hanging slack out of his mouth.

Eunice simply raised her eyebrows at him. "DNA doesn't lie. You are a father to a bouncing baby girl…well, she's not a baby anymore. She just turned 19. As did her cousin, which Connor happens to have fathered him."

"Uh… really?" I asked stupidly. She nodded at me. "Yup. Also, in other news, seems, according to these crime scene reports that Special Agent Brown sent me, there's another pair of wanna-be Saints wandering around Boston. Apparently they shot up the hotel you two started at… seven or eight hours ago."

I sank back into the pillows on the bed. This was all just too much for my head to process. We were in a motel room, carefully nestled in the heart of Boston. I felt drained; Murphy and I hadn't planned on breaking out of the Hoag. We hadn't really planned on anything except standing trial and trying not to get killed by the residents of the general population in prison.

We were only in with the general population for three days. I don't know how Murphy felt about the whole experience, but I realized then that we had gone after the wrong kind of evil man. The white collar, money laundering, drug selling, curb stomping Mafioso was nothing- nothing- in the face of the –evil that wandered around the streets. Rapists. Murderers. Drug dealers- the kind that would sell you out for an eight-ball. People who were raw, unpampered- those fuckers knew how to get by on next to nothing, how to disappear, how to get WHAT they needed WHEN they needed it.

It was fucking scary.

I looked at my left hand, frowning when I didn't see the word veritas inked into my skin. Our tattoos were covered up by some makeup Eunice managed to get her hands on. I understood it was necessary to hide, to conceal our identities. Didn't mean I had to like it.

Murphy bit his lip. "So… I don't get it. Why are you telling us this Eunice? Why are we sitting here? We should be on the road, getting the hell away from here."

"Wrong. The feds expect you to think like that. You're safer hiding out here."

"We can't hide in a fucking motel room forever." Murph got up and started pacing in a circle. Eunice leaned back into the chair she was sitting on, a smirk pulling her lips. She looked different nowadays. Her once long hair was now jaw length, and black instead of red. She looked better as a redhead.

"Think about it, Murphy. Why else would I have tracked down your long lost lovers?"

His eyes opened wide. "Lydia?" he said cautiously.

Eunice nodded, looking smug. "The very same. She's done well for herself thought. Got her teaching degree, works at an elementary school. Raised both your kids on her own."

"Both of them?" I asked, alarmed. "What happened to Mary?"

"Cancer." Eunice gave a sigh. "Shame too. Was a good cop judging by her service record."

"Mary was a cop?" I was dumbfounded. This was far more distressing than knowing she was dead. I mean, I felt awful that she had died, but then again, I had only known her for a night.

"Yeah, she told you that." Murph rolled his eyes. "As I recall, you were too busy taking shots to pay attention."

I stared at him. "How in the hell do you remember shit like that?" He shrugged in response.

Eunice coughed. "Gentleman. You DO see where I'm going with this, don't you?"

"Yeah." Scoffed Murph. "You want us to randomly drop on someone we haven't seen or spoken to in ten years, ask them to harbor us for a while until you can think of a better plan." Murph finally lit up the cigarette in his mouth. "Right?"

"Basically, yes." Eunice raised an eyebrow at him. "No need to sound so bitter. It wasn't exactly easy getting you out of there."

"We didn't ask for your help." He said heatedly.

"But you need it. Can you come up with any other plan? Face it. You're sunk without my help, because driving across the country is not going to cut it. Your faces have been flashed all over television and the papers. People in friggen Nebraska know who you are. This is your best bet. Unless you want to sit in a prison cell, then hell, I can drive you back to the Hoag myself."

Murphy's jaw tightened but it kept his mouth shut, folding his arms across his chest. Eunice: 1. Murphy: 0. Eunice looked over at me. "Any objections there, Conn?"

"Guess not."

"Good." Eunice got up and made her way to the door. "Get some sleep, boys. You got some serious shit to deal with in the morning."

Murph's only comment echoed my own thoughts. "She's fucking insane." I rolled over and buried my face in my pillow, falling asleep almost instantly.