Author's Note: Well I'm on exam leave for a week. So, I've had this chapter typed up for a while. Why I didn't put it up is mainly because I was trying to finish ever chapter so I didn't need to worry about it again. So yes, if you're seeing this chapter no doubt this story will be marked as complete. Thanks to the people who reviewed:

Ma. anda - Sorry, but I have to say that you were a little too optimistic with Robert's fate. Sota in Finnish means war? Cool: funny how in different countries mean completely different things. Well, hopefully you'll enjoy the updates! Thanks so much for reviewing!

Amanita Virosa-Amaranthus- James will...kind of get what's coming to him. Kind of... well we'll see, and I guess I'm rather evil but - well you can see what's happened to dear Robert. Thanks a lot for reviewing by the way!


Chapter 29


It wasn't everyday Olivia ended up hobbling downstairs to answer the door – in the middle of the afternoon as well! No one usually came to the door: she wasn't exactly the most socailble person in the neighbourhood. She peered out to see that two men, police officers, were at her door. She hadn't heard a thing, so why where they here? Maybe those boys from next door had been found doing something they shouldn't have? "Miss Kenzy-"

The shorter policeman was cut off, "Soon to be Mrs actually. I'm engaged you know." She frowned when the two men exchanged glances, she did not like the feeling that was rising within her. A mixture of confusion and sheer dread. Police were never a good sign: even when one was in danger, it would hit home that there was actually something wrong in the first place.

"Ms Kenzy: where's your husband?" Olivia frowned slightly at that, where else would he be? He was at work! Why where they even here? She opened the door a little wider letting them inside. She didn't want to see that nosey Ann from across the street seeing police at her door. Who knows what that old woman would think up and spread around.

"Working." So maybe it wasn't the most detailed answer but truth be told David never did speak of his work. Then again, Olivia never asked about it – it never did seem that necessary to know. He left at around seven in the morning and came back around sixish, it wasn't abnormal.

"Has he been doing anything odd in the past few months?" The shorter policeman stood near the window as if he were expecting to see someone run by, or pull up in the driveway.

"Well, define odd?" Olivia scoffed: here she was, minding her own business, carrying twins – and these people think they could waltz in here and ask such strange questions, without one explanation? Police or not, they certainly were not on Olivia's good side.

"Has his mood changed in any way, coming back later – maybe not for a few days?" Olivia smiled for a moment, in actual fact he had been coming home a little earlier than usual which was always a plesent surprise. Although with the somewhat sneer being directed at her she couldn't help but snap back.

"Well, he's not cheating on me if that's what you're implying." He'd never do something that, never ever. David was a good man – he wouldn't hurt a fly. Olivia sat slowly, sighing in relief as she sat down. Her back was killing her.

"We believe he has some information on the murders which are occuring." Again the shorter one didn't move a step from the window, did he think there was someone hiding in their garden? It had better not have been those foul boys, or else their mothers' would hear about their little escapades.

"David wouldn't withhold information from the police, I assure you." She forced a smile on her lips. Those murders were truly disgusting and God would no doubt make sure the bastards that did such a thing would be caught.

"Do you know his brother?" Olivia sighed, now that was not a question she had been expecting however this made a littler more sense. James was a nasty piece of work, what had he done to get the police invovled? Stolen something, probably?

"I don't really like him – okay so I don't actually know him but he seems like a nasty piece of work." Olivia frowned and thought about the first time he had met him. She had tried to break the ice but it seemed no matter what she did or said, he'd just glare.

"A few years ago, he made David so angry." She'd never seen the 'bad' or rather the 'angry' side of david before – then all of a sudden he just exploded into a fit of rage: yelling at his brother and his brother doing the exact same. She had to excuse herself shortly afterwards, the yelling was deafening...and extremely upsetting.

"Angry? How so?" She hadn't noticed that the other man was jotting something down. It must have only been a few words seeing as he stopped merely seconds later.

"Oh," Her lips pursed together, as if trying to stop herself from utter anything bad about David's brother. "He was saying that I wasn't good enough and so forth. David got quite angry: said he should have been, well, more supportive of our relationship."

"Has your husband been coming home later than normal?" It wasn't that the questions were coming one after the other, it was that they were rather random, as if the police were trying to trip her up in a sense. Why would she lie?

"Well, his moods have taken a turn for the worse I guess." She knew if she had said that and not followed it up with anything someone would most likely assume that David hit her. Like she'd let herself be hit! Like David would do something as horrible as that! "Some times I try to look at him and he'll not be there."

"Not there?" Olivia shifted her weight on the couch, now she knew why she shouldn't have sat down. It'd take her a good few minutes to get back on her feet again.

"Like he'll just look through me, he'll be, cold and distant until the next morning." By cold she meant wouldn't hug her like he normally would or ask how her day had been. It wasn't that bothersome it did mean she had time to curl up and read a nice book before she had to rush to the bathroom.

"When does your husband come back from work, Ms Kenzy?" Olivia frowned slightly, she couldn't remember the exact time but she was sure he would be wandering in at any time, "Around -" She smiled. "-Well now." At least when David came home he would at least answer some questions and that would be the end of all of this.

"Would you mind if we waited?" Olivia shook her head and slowly got back off the couch. Something had been bothering about this, she couldn't quite help but feel as if these men were here to... To take her husaband away.

She herself was feeling a little intimidated by these two men: they came in and asked her questions. However they didn't need to glare or narrow their eyes as if she were spouting lies to them. They must have believed that David was hidding something. He wouldn't do that.

"I'll go make a cup of tea, want some?" She waddled to the kitchen door and looked between the two men who both declined her offer of a hot-cuppa. She was grateful that they had manners and quietly unhooked the phone and dialed David's mobile phone number.

It rang for what seemed like an endless amount of time, surely it shouldn't take him this long to answer. "Hello?" She whispered when the phone finally was recieved. Her eyes widened when she heard the reply.

"James?" She bit her lip when she heard the voice, "Could you tell David not to well come home, just yet?" She stalled in silence for a few seconds when he asked her why he should do such a thing. Should she really tell him? They never had been on good terms. David and James were brothers though, so even if he did hate her – surely he would help his brother?

"There's police here..." Oddly enough he seemed rather enthusastic about the idea of police being in her home. "...They are just asking about, well, the murders and whatnot." She sighed and peered over her shoulder, she better not be caught by those police. She'd be in major trouble but not only that but it wouldn't look good for David either.

"I'd appreciate it if you kept him away for a while. I want to talk to him before they do." She wanted to make sure that David really didn't know anything about the murders, the police seemed rather confident in their allegation.

"Sure..." She didn't know why but that voice always seemed to make her think about one thing, and it was never a good thing. To her James was like the spawn of Satan himself.


David came into the kitchen to see a smirking James, he was gazing down at the phone. "James," He really didn't want to hurt anymore people. Maybe 'parenthood' was making him weaker? To think that his own child could be slaughtered in such a way made his blood turn to ice. Which reminded him, he would be a father in a few weeks time. Oh, how he wished James would never be able to lay eyes on his kid.

"What is it?" David tilted his head, what was with that smirk of his? He usually only had that when something really good happened which meant something majorly bad had occured.

"Olivia just called." James shoved the phone back into David's dirty jacket. "You've to go home – quick." He sighed, maybe his brother would be dumb enough to keep his mouth closed.

"What's happened?" The thought of Olivia even falling down the stairs was enough to make David want to be home now. Just to make sure she was alright. Just to make sure the kid was alright.

"Baby's coming apparently." James smirked when he suddenly saw the worried and excitement in David's eyes. This really would be as easy as taking candy from a baby. "I'll start the car: I suggest you go clean yourself up."

Wow, now there was something strange. Since when did James even tolerate Olivia? Maybe he was being nice, for once, just to make his life a litter easier? Who knows but David wasn't going to curse a good thing. "Thanks, James."

He rushed past, he scrubbed his hands making sure that no blood could be seen visibly. Still James got off his seat just as quickly when his brother had darted into the bathroom.

"No, thank you, brother." James smirked to himself, it would take David only around ten minutes to finally be home with his... woman. Still, James needed to clean this place out – that is if he planned to get away with this.

David wasn't important to him. It was the three other targets for tonight that concerned him. Perhaps he was getting a little ahead of himself? No, of course not – he did not need his brother to kill a woman, and two little boys. One of which would probably be happy to die, if memory served him right.

Still he carried the limp body towards his brother's car. He threw it inside, not caring about the noise as Robert's head bashed loudly against the metal back. Now, it wasn't customary for police to check cars unless...

James merely smeered a small amount of blood on the front-headlight. If anyone saw that they'd certainly want to know what had caused it. David appeared and James threw the keys at him and even gave him a 'good luck' as he departed.

David should have known, miricales don't happen to the brother of the Devil.


Olivia's smiled dropped when she heard a car pull up in the driveway. It couldn't be...James hadn't told him? David rushed inside. Obviously he'd been told that a baby was going to be delievered and seeing Olivia sitting down drinking a cup of tea – wasn't exactly the image he had thought of.

"What's going on?" He glanced at the police who seemed rather relieved that they didn't need to sit and wait any longer. "Olivia are you alright?" Olivia blinked at the question: what exactly had that bastard brother told him?

"James didn't give you the message?" Olivia blurted it out, although everyone else in the small room was rather confused at the statement. One of the officers decided to question the pregnant woman on what she meant. It wasn't the first thing one would say when seeing their husband.

"What message?" Olivia sighed and stalled as she stood up and walked over to David. She looked at him in the eye, wondering and hoping that everything would be okay. David was worried about something. She didn't know what but whenever his eyebrow twitched – he was worrying.

"I wanted you to pick things up from the grocers..." She smiled, a little amused at how she had managed to cover up the truth with. They would no doubt ask her to repeat it – just like they had for the past hour or so.

"Blood, Mr Kenzy?" The short police officer had been looking out the window for a long time: and when he had seen the car pull up he had thought nothing of it. "Hit something on your way here?" He had spotted something, a dull red on one of the lights. Could it be from a victim?

"No, I didn't..." David frowned at the question but followed suite when the two police officers decided it would be best to go and check what exactly was stained on his car.

Olivia couldn't believe this, what would the neighbours say? "Mind if we have a look in your car?" Olivia frowned, what exactly where they looking for? Surely they should be asking David if he had any information on the murders. Not to check his car.

"Sure, I have nothing to hide." David handed over the keys, he was a little confused on why James would pull such an odd prank on him. Maybe he was just trying to stress him out more than usual? No doubt about it, James enjoyed stressing him out to no end. No wonder he was being so nice. He should have known that there would have been another...motive.

David handed over the keys in which the taller officer snatched from him. Checking inside the car and going around to inspect the bloody patch on the car the policeman sighed. Maybe there wasn't really anything wrong with this family, still he had to check the trunk. If he missed anything the Inspector wouldn't be too pleased.

However as soon as the keys were inserted and the trunks' contents were revealed David was thrown against the car as the smaller officer handcuffed him. It wasn't everyday that there would be a dead aristrocat in a mans trunk.

The other however had to take care of the pregnant woman who had shreiked in horror and watched as her to-be husband was dragged away. Away from her car which had a dead boy in it...

This can't be happening. Olivia couldn't breathe, this was just a nightmare. David... David had killed someone.

That was when Olivia fainted.


Author's Note: Okay as you probably have noticed this is rather...short compared to the others. However my inner-editor came out and cut everything because I waffled. Waffled like there was no tomorrow in fact, so sorry if the length annoys you, but I am updating three times... :) See how it levels out haha. Later.