He walked along the edge of the river thinking of what he had done all those years ago. What was it about that life that led him in that direction? Was it the feel of power? The ranking of being important?

"You grew old my friend?"

He stopped at the voice behind him, but he didn't turn to face him, "you're one to talk old friend."

"I had some help."

It was then he turned and looked into the eyes of his old boss.

"You know that was not personal?"

"You betrayed me."

"Things were getting out of control. You were losing control."

"That was for me to decide not you!" he leaned forward in his wheelchair. "I still run the family."

"Your son runs the family."

"He couldn't tie up his own shoelaces with out asking me. You think it was him all these years making the deals? Making the moves. It was me. From the inside."

He looked down at his once mentor.

"I had to. Your son asked me too." was all he said. Though seeing the shocked expression on the mans face.

They both sat, or stood there, looking at the other. "He."

"He betrayed you so he could run the family. He knew you would never give it up to him. So he asked for my help."
"And you felt a loyalty to him after serving me for all those years."

"I had a loyalty to no one. Just as your son in law had no loyalties to any one family." He leaned down and whispered in his ear. "And I still have no loyalties." He pressed the gun against his rib cage and pulled the trigger three times, the silencer concealing the shots.

He placed the blanket over his once boss and friend, leaving him for whatever the world had in store. He was the only one that could ever point a finger at him and what he did all those years ago.

She sat on the couch waiting for anyone to come into the room. She was madder at herself as she had let him come behind her like that. But she knew her skills at martial arts were not yet advanced enough to fight off a man with a gun in the back of her rib cage.

But after he spoke she knew only darkness as a cloth went over her face, leaving her no choice then to breath in the chloroform.

She had blinked back the fog from her mind a few minutes ago and now just looked at the room around her. Paintings of the family, and with picture everywhere. She walked around taking in the items in the room as she lightly brushed her hand down the mantel.

"I see you are awake."

She spun around to face her captor and was surprised at his youth.

"Not what you expected. Or maybe who?" he moved behind the desk.

"I didn't have a predetermined idea. I don't even live here so I don't know the players. But know this. If you don't let me go my sisters will kick your ass."

"Yes well it shouldn't be to long before your sisters are here with you."

She looked at him shocked though knowing what he had done.

"You see you have or should I say they have something I want. And the only way to get that from them is to trade you."

"They will never agree to that."

"Wont they? I tend to think otherwise Phoebe. You don't mind if I call you Phoebe do you."

"Go to hell!"

He looked up at her not even answering her comment. All he did was glare at her as he stood up from behind his desk and walked out.

She now found herself just sitting on the couch flipping the pages of a photo album. She knew her sisters would come for her. But then what. They couldn't exactly use their powers on him. He wasn't a demon. But then he wasn't an innocent either.

Piper paced the hotel room cursing herself.

"Piper. I know what you are thinking."

"Oh do you. Do you feel the guilt I have right now? I left her there Prue. I should have known the second we found that damn package that something wasn't right. I knew finding it alone would bring us trouble. I should have stayed with her. I should have made her come with me." Piper felt herself breaking down as she felt her guilt consume her.

"Piper it wasn't your fault. Phoebe wanted to stay behind for whatever reason. And he had his own agenda. No matter what you did he would have gotten one of you. All he wants is the package."

"I shouldn't have left her Prue. She doesn't have an active power. She is always vulnerable."

Prue engulfed Piper in a hug as she tried to calm her sister down, "We need to go there and find out what he wants. And more so. Who he is."

He waited as he watched the woman beside him. His grandfather long since dead he vowed he would support and love her. But he wanted revenge on the one that double-crossed his family in the first place.

"You can not do this. She has nothing to do with this."

"She has what is rightfully ours. How can you ask me not to do this?"

"Because she and her sisters do not belong in this conflict. It is between us and them." she said holding her grandsons eyes in hers.

"She is already here. And I'm guessing she already knows too much. When all is done they all must die. We can not leave lose ends. Even now when the family does not have as many connections. But we have enough. And all loose ends need to be cut. Father would want it that way."

"Your father is to much in the old ways."

"But it is the ways I know. We all know. And after everything I need to finish this. For grandfather." He added knowing even his grandmother could not argue that.

They pulled against the curb looking up at the grand Mansion before them.

"Well trust her to get kidnapped by the rich guy in town." Piper tried to make light of the situation.

"Yeah well you know Phoebe." Prue agreed as they slowly stared up the driveway.

Prue reached for the doorbell as she felt Piper clutched her hand in hers. Hoping hat they would just get Phoebe back and to just go home.

They held their ground as the door slowly opened.

"Halliwells? You are expected in the conservatory." The butler held the door open for them as they stepped inside the grand house.

"Prue. I don't like this."

"Neither do I Piper. But we have to, to get Phoebe back." She led her sister down the hall, following the servant that opened the door.

He sat in his high back swivel chair waiting for who he knew had rung the doorbell. He looked in the glass before him seeing as they entered the room. Clutching each other's hands as only sister would.

"Where is our sister?" Prue demanded.

"You are in no position to demand Prue. But she is well. As long as you have for me what I asked for you to bring."

Prue hesitated before stepping forward, "Just let us see her before we give you what we want."

He got up from his chair, "That seems fair. Guido. Bring the girl." He motioned to his servant in the shadows.

The sisters waited anxiously as Guido went for Phoebe. But they were still wondering what would happen when they gave over the package. They wanted nothing do to with what had happened seventy years ago. Let alone now.

Phoebe saw her sisters but still felt the tight grip he had on her arm, preventing her from getting to those that she needed.

Prue looked at the man and watched as he purposely kept his face from them.

"You can't show yourself. You kidnap my sister and yet you can not show us who you are?" her anger showing. She felt her power inside her ready to burst out but she needed to know her target of her anger.

He paused a moment before slowly turning around he looked at them both, "you have seen your sister is fine. Now what have you for me?"

Prue looked at him as if seeing a ghost. If she didn't know better she was looking at the face of Carl. Sadie's long lost brother. As she had seen it in the picture on her mantel