Murdoc's wife said nothing more, but the way she was looking at MacGyver told him volumes.
As she drove the Ford sedan through Boston and out into the older part of town, the sun caught her greying brown hair and made it sparkle with bright red. Her face was very beautiful, but her stony expression hid much of her charm. She watched MacGyver closely, poised to kill. If Murdoc watched him like a hyena watching a lion, Jane was watching him the way that a cheetah eyed an injured gazelle or a fox eyed a chicken. She was ready to tear him apart if he even dared think the wrong word.
"Murdoc," MacGyver finally spoke.
"What is it, MacGyver?"
"How did you escape last time?"
He glanced back at MacGyver from the front passenger seat, "A magician never reveals his tricks."
"You think you're a magician now?" Jane laughed a little and smiled, and for a moment he saw her charm shine through, "I think I need to deflate that ego of yours a little."
"Are you saying I'm not skilled?" Murdoc shot at his wife.
"Of course you're skilled," She said, "You can shoot a kangaroo at three hundred yards and you're probably one of the highest maintenance husbands in the world."
"Ha."
MacGyver didn't speak again. The conversation ended the way that it had started. The car turned down a long driveway lined with trees. The house in the distance appeared to be a colonial style manor house. It was huge. As the car got closer, he could see a range of other plants that he had never seen before amid the perfect rose gardens.
"How could you afford this?" MacGyver asked him.
"Did you think I killed people for the fun of it?"
"Sort of."
"You sick git," Murdoc sneered, "Well, sometimes, but I only enjoyed the ones that deserved it. The money was always the issue. I saw the world, I lived my life to the fullest then paid my way through university, and I definitely could not have done that without the money."
"Whatever."
"Would both of you shut up?" Jane said bitterly, "Stop acting like children," she pulled her car up outside her garage, "Now," she said turning around to face MacGyver, "What's so special about you?"
As MacGyver approached the manor behind Murdoc, he heard a dog barking. He couldn't tell if the dog was large or not. Seemingly out of nowhere, a tawny coloured streak of fluff flashed out from underneath the rose garden and sunk its needle-like teeth into MacGyver's ankle.
"Killer!" Murdoc shouted, "Stop it!"
MacGyver tried to shake it off. It was a small dog, a nine-inch tall Pomeranian. It gnawed at his ankle with alarming enthusiasm. Jane Murdoc doubled over laughing.
"He's a vegan," Murdoc said to the dog harshly.
The dog let his ankle go, sneezed in disgust and stalked away back to his house.
"You have to excuse him," Murdoc said to MacGyver as he looked down at his slightly bloody ankle, "He thinks he's a lion."
Jane was still laughing, "Why'd you call him off? He could have succeeded where you failed."
"Ha ha," Murdoc growled, leading them to the house.
Jane grabbed his shoulder, "Are you seriously going to let him in our home?" she snapped at him.
"I thought you were with me."
"Up to a point, but this is ridiculous," Jane growled.
"Do you want Dane back or not?" Murdoc snapped back, "If you don't want to follow my plan, go find Alexis."
"Fine," she said bitterly, her face hard, "in the interest of protecting your stupid ass, I'm in."
Murdoc whispered something to her, and for a moment a small smile fluttered across her lips before disappearing again. He turned back to MacGyver, "well, are you coming?"