A/N Please don't hate me. I messed up and Chapter 6 and 7 are the same... New one coming soon I promise.
Now...
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"Catherine, they know."
"Who knows?" Catherine took a minute and grasped who Vincent was talking about. Muirfield. How did they know? Did Chantelle tell them by accident?
"They had a microphone in her room. They said they were keeping tabs on your cases in case I turned up in one of them.
"They must have heard my conversation with her then. This is not good, especially for Chantelle. She has no idea what all this is about though."
"I have a feeling she might not get the chance to find out."
"What can we do? We can't move her out of the hospital without rousing suspicion and she's not allowed out of there for a few days.
"They won't do anything while she is still high profile. They might wait until she is out of the public eye. More like when she gets out of the hospital."
"Unless they…" Catherine shivered; she did not want to think about what they could to Chantelle when no one was looking. Hurlio would be a walk in the park in comparison. Catherine began to pace around her apartment with her cell phone glued to her ear, glad that Heather was not home.
"They won't get the chance." Vincent's voice growled through the speaker.
"What should we do?"
"Check up on her from time to time. How long do the doctors want to keep her there?"
"At least two days. Mostly she has bruising and her stomach should be fine as long as she doesn't do any back flips."
"Sounds about right." Gloom was seeping into his voice.
"Where are you now" Catherine changed the subject. A loud thump echoed on the fire escape. She knew who that was.
"Nice." She smiled. Vincent couldn't help but smile too at his perfectly planned entrance.
"Did you see her?"
"I saw her but she was asleep. The guys came in before I could do anything."
"Well there is always tomorrow. What should we tell her?"
"Not much."
"She's already seen your rough side. I'll bet she's got many theories by now."
"The one thing I'm not entirely sure I understand is that she was able to stop me from killing that guy. I was not in control but somehow, seeing her ask for me to wait for the cops instead, confused me but my human side understood. She didn't want me to do something I would regret. She could see me." Catherine put her hand on his and looked at him for a while. They were no closer to a solution but she knew they would find something.
"Oh, I looked into her profile. She's a student at guess where?" Vincent shook his head.
"Where?"
"In JT's class."
"You're kidding." Vincent laughed.
"BioChem 101. Well at least she will have a legitimate excuse for missing his class."
JT gathered up his notes from his class, wondering how some of these students even made it through graduation. He was just about finished when Catherine entered the lecture hall. He saw her and shook his head.
"One of these days you should just hand me my death certificate."
"I am actually here on behalf of one your students."
"One of my students?"
"Yes, Chantelle Mackenzie. She was kidnapped two nights ago and was being tortured by Frank Hulio." JT's eyes grew wider. Catherine brought up a photo of Chantelle on her phone.
"Yeah, I think she is using BioChem as part of her Psychology Degree. She was asking me a bunch of questions after class yesterday. God, is she okay? I mean not that she would be okay after being tortured but she's not… dead or anything… is she?"
"No, actually. She's in hospital recovering. Some mystery man came in and saved her in time and left Hurlio for us." Catherine tried to keep a straight face but when she saw JT's grasped who the mystery man was she bit her lip.
"Forget Muirfield killing him, I'm going to kill him. He's-"
"A hero and in this case, a tricky one. Chantelle saw him when he's-" Catherine had to stop because she wasn't quite sure what to call it.
"Oh…" JT knew what she meant. Catherine somehow imagined another Ulcer forming in his stomach.
"Since she had no one close in town I took the liberty of telling you so her marks won't suffer for it."
"What are you going to do?" JT asked as Catherine turned to leave.
"I really don't know yet." Her phone rang before JT could respond.
