She opened the door quietly to not wake her sisters.
"Hey. Where you been?"
"Hi. I was just down stairs looking at the pictures again. And I think I found out some things that will explain what's going on here."
"Oh. Like what?" Phoebe hardly even moved as she heard her sisters talking quietly.
"Hey you. What are you doing awake?" Prue sat on the edge of the bed.
"Well when people talk in my room I tend to wake up.
"Phoebe you are the heaviest sleeper I know. Spill." Piper joined Prue on the bed with their youngest sister.
She looked at her sisters, "I just woke up. That's it honest."
Prue reached over and placed her hand on her forehead, "Well you're fever seems to have disappeared."
"I'm not sick. I think it's this town. Or something. What did you find out?" Phoebe looked at Prue
Prue got off the bad and started to pace, "I was talking to the bellboy an he was telling me this amazing mystery that happened here almost seventy years ago. I think what Phoebe felt at the station was a psychic residue of something. It appears that there was a shot out there and several people were killed."
"Ok. But she didn't touch anything." Piper tried to follow Prue around the room.
"Maybe she doesn't have to. Maybe it's her powers growing. But I think whatever it is also has something to do with Mrs. Russo."
"The lady you are here to see?" Phoebe sat up on the bed looking more confused.
"Yeah." Prue sat in the one of the chairs and began telling her sisters the same story that the bellboy told her earlier.
Piper and Phoebe sat almost motionless as Prue told them everything.
"Wow. That's a messed up family." Phoebe finally said as she pieced together everything Prue had said.
"You're telling me." Prue agreed
"But how can she not know that her brother was murdered."
"Worse. How can she not know he was murdered by her own husband?" Phoebe added in as the all sat in silence.
Prue grabbed her jacket and started out the door.
"Prue are you sure you going there is such a good idea?"
"Phoebe I'll be fine. I'm not going to say anything to him. I'm just going to go there, finish the job and get out of here. I don't want to get mix up in some old mob hit. And I won't put you two in danger like that either."
"I don't know Prue I'm with Phoebe. You know almost everything. What if he still has connections? I mean do you ever leave a family?"
Prue closed her eyes and took in a deep breath. She knew there was something about this that she was meant to be involved in.
"Grams always said there is a reason for everything. Maybe our reason now is for Sadie to get her piece of mind when it comes to Carl."
"Well then at least let us come with you." Piper argued back.
"No. Look why don't you two see what else you can find out on this. Maybe there is more to it then what Tony Jr. told me." She said, "Look I'll met you for lunch. The little café downstairs. Everything will be fine." She closed the door leaving her sisters looking at the back of it wondering exactly what they would do.
Phoebe sat on the couch waiting for Piper and regretted it the moment she sat down as her world spun into black and white.
He walked up the stairs with a purpose. He looked down and saw the fear in his brother's eyes. He looked over the barrel and pulled the trigger with no hesitation. He went down stairs and picked up the package. He watched the bodies being dumped in the car and followed. Then he watched as the bodies were dumped in the desert and buried. But before Monty could finish burying them he placed the revolver at the base of his neck. Firing once before the cleaner could even react. He shoved his body in the same hole and covered the three of them with dirt.
She felt the hand on her back and the soft words from Piper but she just wanted to be sick. She could feel the bile in the back of her throat as she quickly stood and ran through the lobby to the washroom.
She leaned her head over the toilet as she tried to get back her own sense of herself. She could feel Pipers presence beside her but made no effort yet to acknowledge she was there.
After a few minutes Piper wrapped her arms around Phoebes waist and slowly guided her from the stale and led her to the sink.
Washing out her mouth Phoebe held herself up with her hands on the counter top.
"Just tell me when your ready sweetie." Piper spoke softly as she tucked Phoebs hair behind her ear.
"Not here." Phoebe said quietly as she took Pipers hand in hers and they exited the washroom making their way through the lobby outside.
As they crossed the street to the park Phoebe made her way to a secluded bench where they could just sit and talk.
"I think we should get Prue and get out of here."
"What did you see Phoebe?"
"He killed his own brother in law without even thinking about it. He just looked down the barrel and pulled the trigger. And then. He followed the guy who took the bodies. He was fast. He killed him."
"What?" Piper took her sisters hands in her as she saw her sister getting upset.
"He placed the gun. Um, at the base of his neck." She felt the tears welling in her eyes. "Oh god Piper it was. There was so much blood. It didn't even bother him."
Piper pulled her towards her and held her tight as she let out her tears.
As Phoebe calmed down Piper looked in to her brown eyes. Eyes that she knew would see more then what she just did over the years. But that was something they would have to get used to as they learned to control their powers and fight against evil.
"Phoebe we have to go and get Prue."
"We can't."
"Phoebe from what you just told me she is in the same house as a cold blooded murderer. I'm not arguing with you."
"We have to go to the train station. Prue can take care of herself. I don't think she is in any danger. Or my vision would have showed her. What can a 70 yr. old man do to her?"
"No way. Every time you get near that place you get sick."
"I have to figure out what happened. Please."
Piper looked at the determination in her sister's eyes. "Fine but the minute you feel anything you let me know."
"I took care of him Mr. Romano."
"Did you see him? Did you see my Nancy?"
He held the mans gaze, "I'm sorry sir. Monty at least made it painless for her."
He looked away. His only daughter, dead.
"Did you find the package?"
"No."
He slowly processed this information.
"Monty must have hid it somewhere."
"Maybe its till in the hotel room. Or the train station. I'll find it Mr. Romano. I promise you that."
He starred out the window, "You better. It holds the names of every person any of us have ever had on their payroll. Including you."
Tony watched the beaten man before him. Never had he seen Mr. Romano so defeated. But he had to get the package as much as Mr. Romano. For in there it would show his loyalties as well as every politician and cop they had ever paid off.
Prue sat on the settee and waited for Mrs. Russo to come back in the living room.
"So have you worked at Bucklands very long Prue?"
She looked over at him. Though not really sure what she was feeling.
"A few months now. What about you? What did you do before you retired?" she asked wondering how he would answer.
"I was the chief of police."
