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The first night back in my bed was anything but comfortable. I was restless and sleep wasn't easy without the warmth of Jax behind me. I half expected to see Jax laying there next to me on Sunday morning but the cold reality of life was that he was five hours away. Sunday wasn't eventful; it was filled with washing clothes and calling Max's business partners over in New York. I don't know how all of this landed on my shoulders; I was a nobody three years ago.

"Do you have my purple dress I let you borrow for that fundraiser last month? I want to pack it away" Misha asked while she walked into my room, shorts and a light crewneck on her body, her hair was a messy bun of curls and she wore no makeup. She only let me see her like this, and probably Opie but he was a totally different story.

"Yeah I think it's still hanging up in the closet…" I sat up from my spot on the rug and walked over and pulled the closet door open, my fingers grazing over a couple of materials before the short purple flow-like dress came into sight and I handed it to her. "When are you going to need a dress in Charming?"

"You never know who might be getting married soon" I raised an eyebrow; apparently she HAD been eavesdropping on my conversation last night with Jax.

"And what is that supposed to mean?"

"Oh, nothing thanks again. By the way the buzzer for the dryer went off a few minutes ago" I nodded as I watched her leave my room. I closed my laptop and put it on the bed before leaving my room as well and walked down the hallway to the small dryer/washer combo next to the bathroom.

It was early for marriage talk but somehow Jax had thrown it out there after he mentioned the tattoo thing again. His exact words were "after you move in, you can get the crow tattoo, I'm sure Hap won't mind doing that for you darlin', then we can talk about getting hitched." My response was to stay silent until he thought I had hung up the phone until I finally answered by asking him about marriage. Sure I had been engaged before and that didn't end well, I didn't think marriage was in my future after that but apparently it was a very big thing in the Teller-Morrow family. You got married and you had babies. Thankfully after a few dragging minutes, he changed the subject onto more intimate things.

Marriage. I couldn't even say the word out loud without making me think of Freddy. How fucking happy I was when he proposed and how awful it ended after everything. I quickly banished all thought of him from my head as I folded my clothes and put them in a white basket before walking back to my room. Three cardboard boxes were against my bed this time and I took in a deep breath before unloading a few things I knew I wouldn't be wearing for the next month into them. Misha suggested I started packing now so that I would have something to do other than think about how awful Thursday's funeral was going to be.

Monday was a wash of a day, nothing happened but a coffee run and a short meeting with Jean at the coffee shop to talk about preparations for the funeral; also Max's over-the-top mother was there. I felt bad for her, she had just lost her only son; but I wasn't feeling too awful considering she didn't like me and always gave me an attitude when she came around.

Tuesday and Wednesday weren't anything to be remembered.

Thursday, after dressing in a black simple dress that cut off at my mid-thigh, Misha walked into my room ready to go in just about the same dress but she had on more accessories. I mentally prepared myself for the funeral but once Max's father got up on the stage and gave a speech, I was a bubbling mess. I had met him a couple of times but Max and him weren't exactly on the best of speaking terms, he didn't support his son in anything he did; mostly because he was homophobic but as his father put his hand down on Max's closed coffin and said that he loved his son, I was a goner. A parent should never have to bury their child; it was a shitty situation all around.

Tiffany, Max's mother rented out a hall for an after-funeral-get together. I never understood these things. After my dad died we didn't have one, but after my mom's passing we did. It was just a bunch of people you didn't know getting together to reminisce on memories of the diseased. But by judging the food table, most people came for the free food. "Oh the funeral was so nice, Max would have loved it" I heard from a woman as I passed by the group and I just shook my head. Who would love a damn funeral?

"I thought I'd run into you here" I heard to the side of me as I grabbed a drink from a table and I looked over at Detective Dominic Morrow

"Of course you did" I mumbled and then cursed myself mentally "Sorry it's been a long day."

"Understood, I apologize for trying to make a joke" He said while he grabbed himself a drink as well. He was in a simple black dress shirt and black tie, with black slim fit jeans.

"Ha" I said sarcastically and he smirked while taking a sip of his water.

"I was wondering if you had a minute to talk about the case." He asked

"Yeah anything to drag me away from this hopping party" We walked just outside of the rented out hall and into the lobby. "So what's up?" I asked him while downing my water and tossing the cup into the trash bin by us.

"So we located the house of CJ you mentioned on Saturday, unfortunately it didn't look like he had been living in his home for quite a while"

"That is unfortunate" I whispered

"But we did find a few other names, hopefully that will lead us to someone who knows what happened the night your dance studio was ransacked. We know that it's all connected so still are coming up empty handed on suspects."

"If this is all connected why not just grab the surveillance videos from the light across the street of the studio?" I asked him and I watched him as he ran his fingers over his shaved blonde head and shrugged.

"We have, there was a glitch in the recording system a couple of days prior, and nothing was recorded."

"How convenient" I sighed "So you're pretty much just going through the list of names from this guy CJ's house" I shook my head and crossed my arms over my chest.

"We're doing the best we can Abigail, there's nothing to base his murder upon other than a drug deal gone wrong. We checked into the gun he was carrying and it was registered under his name, so either he had a secret life or you didn't know him as well as you thought you did" I narrowed my eyes at him briefly before shaking my head.

"I was with him 6 days out of the week for nearly two and a half years; I think I knew him better than I knew myself some days. He was against guns, so look into that again"

"I didn't mean to come off as offensive, I apologize"

"Look, like I said before it's been a long day. The last thing I wanted to do today was talk about his case. I do appreciate you filling me in on the developments but don't pass judgment on a friendship you didn't know anything about, especially with one half of that friendship being buried as we speak. Now if you'll excuse me Detective Morrow, I have to give my condolences to Mrs. Monroe again before I leave."

"It's Dominic" He said as I turned to leave him.

Saturday brought a new challenge; the challenge was putting the closed sign on the window of the dance studio for good. Those doors would never be opened again. They'd never open for the mommy and me class we had just started a few months ago, never again for the teenagers who just wanted to dance hip-hop like I did when I was their age. No more older gentlemen hitting on Misha, Jean and I as we taught them how to swing dance. No more laughs or memories, this place would be taken over by another owner soon enough and be turned into a coffee shop or a boutique. I wouldn't be here to find out what it ended up being, but I was sure as hell not going to like it.

"Are you coming or do you want to stay?" Jean asked and I spun around from the large window to look back at her. Eventually I knew her and I would fall out of touch once I moved, there was no denying that.

"I think I'm going to stay for a while and pack the rest of my things in the office, I really don't want to come back here in a month to do it"

"Understandable, give me a call sometime next week after Misha leaves, we'll grab lunch"

"Sounds good, I'll talk to you then" She nodded while walking out and I locked the door after her and made my way back through the hallway and stopped at Max's closed office door. Tiffany Monroe said she had been by and cleaned it out and after I pushed the door open to examine the almost empty room, she was telling the truth. The desk was left, and a mirror hanging on the side wall, as well as a pin board.

I quickly shut the door and walked into mine and started to toss random things into the box left on my desk, trying hard to not think that this might be the last time I was here. After about a half hour in my office and stuffing everything into the one box, I left the room and closed the door behind me. I put the box down on the hardwood floor in front of the stretched mirror and pulled out my phone, intending to put on a song and dance one last time until a text popped up on the screen

'Do not stray far from your nest, there are always consequences for your actions'

I took in a deep breath and read the text over again before another popped up.

'Time will come when you will wish you prayed harder, you will be punished by God when the day comes'

I started typing on the small keypad to stop with the weird texts until the final one came through.

'There is no hiding Abigail, the day will come when you wish you would have prayed harder.'

My fingers stopped over the letter B. It wasn't a wrong number. I shoved the phone deep into my back pocket before grabbing the box and getting the hell out of the dance studio, my mind racing and my heartbeat frantically pumping on the verge of a panic attack. I locked the doors of my jeep and looked out of my window, making sure no one was suspiciously looking this way. Then I pulled my purse open and fished through it to find Detective Morrow's number.

"Detective Dominic Morrow" He said briskly into the phone and I took in a few deep breaths before answering him

"Dominic, its Abigail Kozik"

"Abigail, are you okay?" He asked as genuine concern seeped through his husky southern voice.

"No, I'm not. Are you at the station?"

"I am… why what's going on?"

"I'm coming in, I'll be there in 5 minutes" I said before turning my car on and hanging up the phone as he was asking me another question. I didn't have time for this. I didn't have time for a stalker. I had been getting these texts for a week straight and then there was nothing since I got back to Los Angeles, and then all of a sudden there it was again; but this time the person made him or herself known that they knew who I was. I should have listened to Jax when he said this could have been connected.

"Detective Morrow's office please" I said to the front desk woman before I heard my name to the right of me

"Abigail, what's going on?" He asked as he came jogging down the hallway to get closer to me.

"Private, please" He nodded at my words as he placed a hand on the small of my back and walked me through the hallway and into what had to be his office. It wasn't much of an office, it was fairly empty except for a computer on the desk, a desk phone, a few files scatted and two chairs.

"Sit please; do you need water or anything?"

"No, no. Here" I handed him my phone once I pulled up the texts.

"What am I…?" He asked

"I started getting these strange text two weeks ago, I though some kid was trying to be funny. They stopped for a week until just now… I was at the dance studio cleaning out my office and then…"

"Why didn't you tell me you've been getting threatening texts?" He asked as he looked through the texts once more.

"I didn't think anything of it, until he just…"

"Mentioned that he knew who you were" He finished my sentence and I nodded

"You didn't think this could all be connected to whoever murdered Max?" He asked

"I didn't think…" I whispered

"Do you know of anyone who would want to harm you?"

"No, I think of myself as a nice person; what if this person knows where I live? I mean I might be jumping to conclusions but I don't want to go home and find this person waiting for me there with a fucking axe" He looked up at me from the phone and sighed deeply.

"Don't worry, we'll figure this out before it comes to that" My phone started to ring at that moment and he picked it up, I was still too shaken to even give him an attitude about it. "Ms. Kozik is going to have to call you back…. No, I'm Detective Morrow; no she's completely fine…" I heard him saying and I knew who it was "Excuse me but…"

"It's okay I can take it" I said to him and Dominic look at me before nodding and handing me the phone.

"I'm going to give someone a call, take your time" he said to me as I nodded before sitting down in the chair before putting the phone up to my ear.

"Hey" I whispered

"What the fuck is going on?" he asked

"The texts started again, this time they weren't so cryptic Jax…"

"What do you mean? What did they say?"

"Whoever it is, they know who I am. So I drove right over to the station, Detective Morrow is the one on the case for Max" I tried to explain without giving him the full message of the text. I didn't need him driving down here at nine o'clock at night.

"Pack your stuff and come up here when Misha moves alright? I don't care if you get hit with a fee on your lease, I'll pay it. You're not safe there Abby"

"I know" I whispered, my voice wavering as I tried to keep myself together. This week was hell and now it was all coming crashing down again. "I know, I just need whoever is sending me these texts caught before I can move there Jax."

"No you don't, don't make this an excuse for you to stay there, it should be a fucking excuse to leave sooner babe" he sounded agitated and I couldn't blame him.

"I'll see what I can do, but you aren't paying the penalty for the lease"

"We'll talk about that later, right now you just need to be safe and the only way I know you're safe is if you're here with me. Does Michelle know what's going on yet?"

"No, I haven't talked to anyone yet. If they need to keep my phone to do some search, I'll call you from the phone at the apartment so you know I'm alright. Believe me, I won't be going anywhere for a while until this person is caught"

"Okay, keep me updated okay?"

"I will, you know I will"

"I… stay safe Abs"

"You too" I said just as Dominic walked back into the room and I hung up the phone. "Sorry about that" I told him and he only nodded while sitting behind his desk.

"Who was that?"

"My boyfriend" I said as he held out his hand and I handed him the phone.

"Oh, I didn't know you had one. He's not from around here?"

"No he lives a few hours away, it's fairly new so he worries a lot. I was actually going to be moving up there with Michelle in about a month, but now…"

"Well to be honest, hopefully this guy or woman is caught before then because I hate to be the one to break it to you but you aren't going anywhere out of Los Angeles until then"

"I figured" I whispered as he went through the messages again and then there was a knock on the door and a woman came walking in with a pantsuit on.

"Ms. Kozik, this is Detective Stable, she's going to be taking your phone and she's going to see if she can pin point who this jackass is"

"Great" I mumbled before shaking the woman's hand, she was quiet as she left the room with my phone and I leaned back in the chair and put my hands over my face. "I don't think this week could have gone any worse."

"I'm sorry" He said

"Well it's not your fault that's for sure, unless you're the one sending me those texts then you have nothing to apologize for" I raked my fingers back through my wavy hair "I could use that water now."

"Yeah, sure follow me" He said as he stood up and we walked out of his office and into another room. He filled a plastic hotel-looking cup for me from the bubbler and then handed it to me. I took a few sips while leaning back against the wall. "So there is no one who you could think of that would have a connection between yourself and Max that would want to hurt you in any way?" He asked again.

"None" I whispered

"Not even from your old life back in Mississippi?" He asked while taking a long drink from his own cup.

"I pissed off a lot of people back in Picayune, but why wait four years to threaten me?"

"Maybe you were hard to find? I don't know… I'm just throwing out suggestions to jog your memory but I'm obviously reaching" He whispered the last part and I shook my head.

"You're doing your job, your job is to ask questions and get the bad guy. But really there is no one who I would have pissed off enough to start stalking me. This person might not even be in Los Angeles, how if Detective Stable going to trace it without a number? They were all from a private caller"

"We're the police force, we have our ways."

"Of course you do" I said while finishing the last of my water and we walked back to his office. Detective Stable came in a few moments later with a few papers of the printed off texts.

"I blocked the phone number from ever reaching your phone again so the texts will stop, I found the number and it's in the state of Mississippi, but it's a prepaid cell phone so there is no name attached to its service. I did find the number again in your call log, about thirty phone calls came in to your phone last week, and three of them were received but only for a few seconds…" She explained to me as she pointed to a few things on the papers she laid out on the desk in front of me. "So whoever is doing you've spoken to before."

"I didn't speak to the person; they kept calling over and over again and when I picked up those few times there wasn't anyone on the other end so I shut my phone off. When I turned it back on later that day I had a lot of missed calls but no voicemails from them."

"You didn't think that would be information we needed? Thirty missed telephone calls from Mississippi" Dominic asked

"I gave my phone number to one person back home, how was I supposed to know it was all related?" I asked Dominic as he gave me a strange look that made me raise my eyebrow "This can't be related to Max's murder if this is someone from Mississippi that I pissed off, there's no way."

"Why do you think that?"

"You think that someone from my past came to Los Angeles and killed Max and then is planning on killing me next?"

"I didn't say that" Dominic said "But this person started sending you texts the night that the dance studio was broken into and Max was murdered, put two and two together."

I took in a deep breath and read over the texts on the papers in front of me again. Ted Hughes name came to my mind again; Jax had googled the first few texts and up popped a poem by Ted Hughes. Why would this person pick a crow? Because the Sons of Anarchy. The Crow was a dead giveaway but I had been too blind to understand any of it.

"Crow nailed them together, nailing heaven and earth together- so man cried, but with God's voice. And God bled, but with man's blood."

My breathing started to come quicker now as I read over this text again, and then the text from the bible.

"If we confess our sins, he is faithful and just and will forgive us our sins and purify us from all unrighteousness."

"I know who is doing this…" I whispered before looking up at Dominic

"Who?"

How could I have been so stupid? He was telling me who it was from how he quoted a poem line, or how he quoted the bible, one of his favorite verses. He was telling me this whole fucking time.

"Fredrick Mason, my ex-fiancé."