As soon as she put her car into park, Audrey looked at him and then glanced at the police department where the two non-hospitalized members of Julia's breakout team where being held. He idly wondered if either of the men where the ones that Dwight had dubbed goons 1 and 2, at least until she spoke and demanded his attention. "Hey. Maybe you should stay here?"
His lips quirked as he fought a smile. "What's the matter, sweetie? You afraid to bring me into a strange police station and be allowed to leave with me later? I swear they don't have any warrants out for me in Hinter." Duke could only assume that Hinter was short for the proverbial Hinterlands. It did have a nicer ring to it than Bumfuk.
"Nope." She ducked her head to kiss his cheek, then slipped something into his hand. "You're just staying here to call Dwight. If I'm going to be a while, I'll come back out and get you."
"Okay, but I'm not going to roast in the car at this time of the year," Duke said, fingering the phone's case. It wasn't the pretty princess phone he'd given her the day they'd officially met, and he'd always wondered what had happened to it.
"No, but you might freeze."
"You're not leaving the keys?"
"I think I can trust you with them."
"Damn straight." He looked up at her as she opened the driver's side door. "Do you have Dwight's number?"
"It's programmed into the phone."
"Oh, okay..."
As soon as she disappeared into the police station, he looked down at her phone and found the menu of numbers programmed into it. A not very humble part of him was gratified that his own number was first, Nathan's second, and bakeries and the Haven PD all before Dwight's number. But he frowned when he noticed that Julia and Eleanor's numbers were still in there too, not that Audrey would ever be getting in touch with either of the Carrs again without a Ouija board.
He selected Dwight's number and expected it to ring for quite a while, but Dwight picked up almost immediately. "Audrey?" the cleaner asked cautiously.
Duke snorted. "Sorry to disappoint you, but no. She lent me her phone."
"What can I do for you, Duke?"
"Do? Nothing. I promised Audrey that I'd let you know that Julia tried to escape and was fatally shot for her troubles. So, I guess that's one less mess you have to clean up," Duke said cheerfully.
"That's...that's good to know." Dwight was silent for a moment. "You're sure?"
"We identified the body, so yeah, I'm sure."
"Can I tell Nathan?" Dwight asked abruptly. "I'm at the hospital so..."
"Sure, go ahead. I don't think Audrey will mind you stealing her thunder too much." But as he said it, Duke wondered if she really would. Too late now.
"Is she happy about this?" Dwight wanted to know.
"About Julia being dead? I doubt happy is the word for it. Relieved, though."
"Maybe that's what I meant."
"Tell Nathan we said hi."
"I will. And thanks for letting me know."
"No problem."
After he hung up, Duke decided to amuse himself by reprogramming some of the stations on her car's radio. She probably won't appreciate his efforts to broaden her musical horizons, but people were inordinately ungrateful for that in general.
Audrey had barely begun arguing with one of the cops on duty when she heard someone approaching her. It shouldn't have surprised her that it was Duke, but she was anyway. "I thought you were going to wait in the car."
"I was," he said, holding something out to her. After a beat she identified it as her phone. "But you've got a caller who insists on speaking with you right this second."
She took the phone, saying "hello?" as she did.
The voice on the other end seemed hard to place at first, and she realized it was the first time she'd ever heard Laverne's voice over the phone rather than over a radio or in person. "Sweetie, I was afraid that your flake of a boyfriend wasn't going to give you the phone," the other woman was saying.
"He's not..." Audrey started to defend him, but gave up because there wasn't much point in trying to get the dispatcher to change her mind: in all the time she'd known her, Laverne had never changed her mind about anything or anyone. "Why are you calling, Laverne?"
"Eunice is back!" Laverne crowed, obviously delighted. "She wants to speak to you as soon as possible. Tonight, even."
"Uh, okay." She used her free hand to rub her forehead, feeling a headache coming on. "So she just showed up?"
"Thanks to you, yes."
"Thanks to me?" Audrey asked, bewildered.
"You and your boyfriend," Laverne grudgingly admitted.
"I don't..." The pain behind her eyes intensified, and she gave up trying to make sense of the conversation. "Okay. We'll meet her tonight."
"Great, she'll be so pleased. See you tonight, sweetie."
"Uh huh. Bye, Laverne."
"What was that all about?" Duke wanted to know as soon as she turned off her phone.
"We're leaving."
"You can't have already gotten to talk to Julia's..." He glanced at the officers who were trying not to appear like they were listening but clearly were. "...friends."
"I didn't, and I don't need to."
"Why?" he asked, a suspicious edge to his voice.
"Because Eunice came home."
"Okay..." Clearly the confusion she felt was contagious.
"We'll find out more tonight."
"Right."
Two Hours Later
The worst thing about Maine, Duke decided anew, was that you had to drive forever to get anywhere. At last, though, they finally made it home. It helped that they hadn't made any pit stops on the way back from Hinter.
"Hey, I'll grab us something to eat," Duke said as Audrey put her first foot on the stairs. She paused and nodded. "It won't be as good as my cooking, but at least I won't have to cook." Even as he said it, he toyed with the idea of cooking for them himself anyway. The kitchen staff wouldn't love it, but they were paid to put up with him as part of their jobs, so he didn't think anyone would actually dare to protest - at least not while he was in the Gull.
"You sound pretty impressed with yourself," Audrey said with a slight smirk.
"My mom told me that false modesty is unbecoming," he shot back, but his eyes held amusement. He'd always enjoyed cooking, but it was nice to get compliments from
customers to validate his own assessment of his skills in the kitchen.
"Wise woman."
"She had her moments." As long as you didn't count her atrocious taste in men, Duke thought that his mother was definitely smarter than the average bear. Simon had been fairly clever too, but he'd clearly not been swayed by the advice to use his powers for good rather than evil. Shaking his head slightly, he repressed a sigh. Yet again he was reminded that being smarter than average was no promise of success, though he figured that his father probably considered himself successful in his own way.
"I'll try not to let my disappointment that the meal won't be cooked by you get to me," Audrey told him, completely unaware that his thoughts had detoured into a harsh evaluation of the older Crockers.
"I'm sure the chef will be grateful for your leniency."
"Ha, only if you tell him." She gave him a calculating look. "At least their food will have the virtue of taking less time to get."
"Time is of the essence?"
She glanced down at her phone, and at first he thought she was checking to see if she had gotten any messages when they'd driven through an area with spotty cell coverage, but she said, "I agreed that we'd meet with Laverne and her cousin in two hours. I can think of better ways to spend the time than cooking, can't you?" she asked archly.
"Um...I'll be right back," he promised. The vague temptation he had to shoulder into the kitchen after all and cook himself evaporated when she presented more interesting possibilities. The sooner they ate, the sooner they could have a post-meal treat.
Audrey gave him a long look before smiling and scaling her stairs, leaving him standing there dumbfounded for a moment. After a second he pushed the door open and stepped in.
There were already half a dozen couples, all but two of them of the retiree set, already enjoying a very early dinner. If they hadn't driven straight back from Hinter, he wouldn't be able to stand eating so early, but there were always people ready to eat at 4:30. The older folks he could understand, because they tended to like the quiet that eating early provided, but there were always a few people no older than middle age that joined them. It made him wonder if the people were getting old before their time, and that made him somewhat depressed to think about. The thought of early retirement had always struck him as sad instead of something to aspire to as well - what sort of person wanted to bring on the time when they had less meaningful stuff to do early? Sure, there was traveling the world, but he liked the feeling that knowing you were getting away from it all gave, and didn't think it would feel the same if you had nothing to get away from.
Eventually the man behind the bar, Dale, a kid who had done a stint in the army after high school and claimed to only be working there so he could spend a few months considering what he wanted to study in college, noticed him and waved in greeting. "Hey, what can I do for you, boss?"
"Remind me, what's tonight's special?" He spent one day a month planning out the specials, and couldn't recall off the top of his head. There had been so much going on lately that he wasn't even sure of the date.
"New England boiled dinner," Dale told him.
"Excellent." They'd be cooking the fixings all night, and it wouldn't take long before something was finished. "I'm going to grab a couple servings to go."
"Go ahead and do that now, Jamie said he just finished the latest batch."
"Thanks, Dale." Jamie wasn't quite as good a cook as he was, but the kid had real potential. "Audrey has people coming over in a couple of hours, so I don't have time to cook."
"Hey, it's your place. No one's going to keep you from eating your own food."
"I guess they wouldn't."
Duke detoured into the store room, and spent a couple of minutes scanning the shelves for seldom used take-away boxes. He finally spied a pile, stamped with the Second Chance logo, and wondered how his old friend was getting on. He really should find the time to invite him over, but he didn't seem to have the time for much in the way of free time lately.
Boxes in hand, he backed out of the store room and went to make himself a pest in the kitchen. "Hi," he said, making Jamie look up from poking at still steaming meat. "I'm taking some of this with me."
"No problem." Jamie stepped back and let him ladle meat and veggies into the take away boxes. "I really appreciate you giving me more responsibility," Jamie added.
For a second his mind blanked, but then he understood what Jamie was getting at. "I'm just glad that you were free so I knew that this place would be in good hands."
To Duke's surprise this had him beaming, and it made him wonder what sort of people Jamie had worked for before. "Alex was at work, so I was happy to come in," he said, referring to his significant other. This reminded Duke that he'd never asked if Alex was short for Alexis or Alexander. It didn't much matter to him, so he was happy enough to let Jamie continue to avoid telling pronouns.
"Jake should be in at six to relieve you, though," Duke said, snapping the boxes closed. "Thanks again."
"Any time."
He nodded, but he wondered if that was his way of saying that he wouldn't mind the opportunity for advancement. Jamie wasn't much older than Dale, but he could picture him making a pretty good assistant manager. It was something to think about.
When Duke entered Audrey's apartment, he wasn't terribly surprised to see her wearing the silk robe he'd bought her a couple of months earlier. Not only was it soft to the touch, it was the same shade of blue as her eyes. He knew that she preferred to let her hair air dry, so it made sense that she'd prefer to shower before dinner and have the extra time for it to dry than after would leave her.
Turning at the sound of him walking across the room, she smiled. "Hey, do you think that dinner can be reheated?"
"Why-" he started to say, but his words dried up completely when she let the robe fall to the floor in a graceful heap.
"Because I'm not sure I can be." Her eyes had grown darker and suggestive. "At least not before out visitors- hehe," she broke off giggling as he crossed the space between them in six steps and wrapped his hands around her waist. Behind them the boxes threatened to fall from where he'd dropped them, but they didn't.
"Yes, dinner will reheat," he said, mouth close to her ear.
"Good," she replied, pulling him towards her bed.
XxX
In deference to Audrey's unexpected plans for them, she deigned to use a hair dryer for once, so they were both dry and clothed as well as fed before anyone knocked on the door. They'd even had time to wash the dishes and silverware before their guests arrived.
When she opened the door, Audrey was mildly surprised that the woman standing there with Laverne didn't look a thing like her. Eunice was tall and solidly built, making Audrey think briefly of the Lumberjack song that one of the kids in her neighborhood growing up had been in love with. She didn't dare ask if the woman worked outdoors, though.
"Hi, lamb, this is Eunice," Laverne said, though she couldn't possibly think that she hadn't already realized that. Turning her head slightly, she said, "Eunice, Audrey." Then she looked past Audrey, up at Duke who had just joined her at the door. "And her beau, Duke."
"Nice to meet you both," Eunice said, her voice much more feminine that Audrey had expected. She tried not to let her thoughts show.
"Nice to meet you too," Duke said. He used a hand to prod Audrey away from the door so the other women could step in. But only Eunice made an immediate move to.
Laverne shifted from foot to foot uncomfortably. Eventually she said, "Well, Eunice, I'll leave you to this. I'm going to go down stairs and have myself a drink or two because you're driving tonight."
Eunice grimaced briefly at her cousin, making Audrey wonder which bothered her more: being abandoned, or being volunteered for designated driver duty. "Sure."
Laverne gave a sardonic wave of her hand before backing out the door.
Eunice looked at a loss for a moment, and it occurred to Audrey that she wasn't being the most gracious host. "Why don't we sit at the kitchen table?" she suggested.
Both Duke and Eunice took seats and she found herself grateful that there weren't newspapers or shopping bags piled on normally unused chairs like there often was: there were too few occasions for more than two people to sit there.
"So your cousin said something particularly confusing," she started to say, giving Duke a look to keep him from suggesting that Laverne's statements were often confusing to some degree. "She seems to be under the impression that Duke and I are somehow responsible for you being back in Haven."
"You are," Eunice exclaimed, as if this was blindingly obvious.
"Um...how?" Duke asked as blankly as she felt. "We've never seen before in our lives."
"But I've seen you," Eunice explained. Fortunately her gaze was on a knickknack in the kitchen so she completely missed Duke mouthing 'creepy' at her.
"When?" Audrey asked, not daring to look at her boyfriend and encourage more silent commentary.
Instead of immediately providing an illuminating answer, Eunice said, "Let me back up a bit."
"Okay..."
"Laverne said you know the Glendowers," Eunice said, and they nodded. "I live out by them and mostly keep to myself. Most people leave us be, but Reverend Driscoll began to pay attention to them and me too. It made me uncomfortable, especially when I've always tried to blend into the background, but I wasn't as cautious as I should have been. I should have told the police department that I was being harassed, or maybe invested in a security system, but...I didn't think of either of these things until it was too late."
"Too late?" Duke asked when her explanation fell off abruptly.
Signing, Eunice shifted in her chair. "I expect it was the same as with you, Audrey. I opened the door when someone on the other side said that I had a telegram, and got tased. When I came to, I was the Rev's prisoner."
"Banana-gram?" Duke asked, looking horrified. She really did need to ask him how a person could be afraid of a specific type of fruit.
Audrey frowned, dragging her thoughts back to the topic at hand. The Rev wasn't shy about wanting to murder troubled people, but he hadn't been in the business of kidnapping them that she knew of. That was more of Julia's bag. "He kidnapped you?"
"And then kept me," Eunice nodded. "For what felt like forever."
"Where?"
"I'm not sure where at first," the older woman confessed. "We had to get there by boat-"
To her surprise, Duke bolted half way out of his chair. "You were kept in a big wooden building out in the middle of nowhere? Out in the woods."
"Yes, how did-"
"It's you!" he exclaimed, pointing a finger at Eunice.
"Duke?" Audrey asked, worried. She had no idea what he was talking about, and that bothered her.
He whipped his head around, looking at her. "Her trouble screws with people's memories," he said, tone accusatory. "The building she was kept in, that was the one the other Audrey found."
Eunice's face crumpled, and for a moment Audrey worried that she was going to cry. "It's true, my trouble effects memory."
"So they kept you as what, a guard dog so no one found their bat cave?" Duke asked, tone no longer quite as outraged.
Calming down, she agreed with him. "Pretty much."
"But the building disappeared," Duke said, sounding confused. "There was just a square of dead grass where the GPS coordinates led to."
"I was just supposed to be a precaution. They didn't think that anyone was really going to stumble across. And I don't think people really believed that my trouble was as...volatile as it is. After that they began to rethink the wisdom of both keeping their meetings in town, and what they wanted with me."
"I'm surprised that they didn't just kill you when they realized what a threat someone with your capabilities poses," Audrey said softly.
"I'd hoped that they'd be afraid of me and let me go, but that didn't happen either," Eunice replied, tone rueful. "So I suppose I should be grateful that they considered me more valuable than dangerous."
"So they just up and moved?" Audrey asked, wondering if the move came before or after she put the Rev down.
"Me, and the location of their meetings? Yes. But they continued to cause trouble in Haven that I've heard of."
"That's for damn sure," Duke muttered.
"So they moved you to that building in East Millinocket?" Audrey asked, wanting clarification. It still was hard for her to wrap her head around the apparent fact that the building they had taken shelter in hadn't caused her to lose her memory, but the woman before her had.
"Yes."
"If they had you for months why didn't you just cause them to lose their memories too?" Duke demanded to know. Audrey couldn't blame him for being frustrated, as much as she was loath to blame victims herself. "Then you could have just left whenever you wanted to."
"Julia's a doctor," Eunice said patiently, but that didn't immediately make them understand any better. "The thing is, my trouble is activated by stress. Fear, anger, whatever sort of mental states that lead to my blood pressure spiking. When they decided not to simply put me down like a vicious dog, Julia had them give me beta blockers, like you would someone with a lot of anxiety."
"So they chemically muzzled you, basically."
"Exactly. In a way I'm actually grateful for that, because now I know how I can make sure I never hurt anyone else."
"Do you have any control over it?" Duke wanted to know.
"Some," she agreed. "But the effects are always more devastating when I do it by accident." As Eunice said this, Audrey realized something, but she didn't blurt it out. "And sometimes I give people memories instead of take them."
"But while it's nice to learn more about how you ended up the Driscoll's security system, that doesn't at all explain how it is that you think we're responsible for you getting free," he pointed out. "Did they decide to let you go because Julia got killed trying to escape from jail?"
"No, I've been free for a while now," Eunice told him.
"Then I'm really confused as to how you think we're remotely responsible."
Audrey glanced over at him, wondering why he hadn't come to the same conclusion as she had. "Duke, you told me that when I collapsed you worried that you'd seen movement in the back of that building."
"So?"
Turning to Eunice instead, she said, "He'd seen you. You had to have been there or I wouldn't have lost my memory, and he wouldn't have remembered a pivotal day from his childhood after we were there."
Eunice nodded. "Yes, I was there. I was able to escape through the door you'd left open. No one thought about me in the confusion, and I was able to get away before anyone noticed. I saw them looking for you, but they never noticed me, fortunately, but those people wouldn't have noticed anyone they weren't told to look for."
"But," Duke started but he trailed off, looking baffled. "But if they had you on drugs to keep you from making them forget themselves too, how did you manage to erase Audrey's memory, even if you were there that day?"
"Oh, that," Eunice said, looking pleased. "Because they wanted me to be able to make people forget when they needed me to, Julia kept me on as low a dose of the beta blockers as she thought would be effective. So, when they decided to grab you-" She pointed at Audrey. "-they forgot about me for a while. I went days without anyone remembering to dose me."
"And they seemed so good with details," Duke said sourly.
Her face suddenly looked devastated. "I was really sorry when I realized that it was the two of you who'd come in the building that afternoon, and not one of those idiots. I'm so sorry that my trouble caused you such a problem," she added sorrowfully, looking Audrey in the eye.
Audrey turned her face. "It's okay."
"No, it's not," Eunice said firmly. "That's why I snuck into the hospital after I heard what happened to you."
They both blinked at her, surprised. "You've been in Haven since Audrey was in the hospital?" Duke asked at the same time Audrey said "You were the person who was in my hospital room the night before I got my memory back?" She'd long since concluded that she'd imagined that someone had been there that night.
"Yes to both," Eunice confirmed. "I made the nurses forget that they'd seen me walking towards Audrey's room so I get close enough to fix her memory. I did the same thing on the way out, and I don't feel bad about it because we're talking about a total of ninety seconds they don't recall properly. That's a small price to pay for making sure that Audrey could have her whole life worth of memories back." The look on her face was fierce, as if she expected to be challenged for that belief.
Audrey wasn't about to challenge her. She was grateful that she'd gotten her memories back, even if the ones she hadn't mourned the loss of were less welcomed. "Thank you."
"Oh, honey, it's the least I could do," Eunice said, reminding them of her cousin for the first time. "I couldn't leave you like that!"
Duke cocked his head. "What about the other Audrey?"
"What?"
"I only knew that you were in another building because another woman found you, and she ended up without her memory too. We sent her home to her fiancé, and as far as I know she still hasn't gotten better."
"Sent her where?" Eunice demanded to know. "Somewhere here in Haven?"
"No, she was from Boston," Audrey told her. "Or at least she was assigned to the bureau there."
"Could you bring me to her?" Eunice asked, tone urgent. "Please?"
Audrey traded a look with Duke. She didn't really feel like going to Boston, especially when she was so worried about Nathan's health, but what sort of monster would refuse to bring the only woman who could restore memory to the other Audrey? "Yes..." she reluctantly agreed, reminding herself that they could get to Boston and back in a day, and the surgery wasn't for three.
"Soon?"
Duke looked like he was going to protest, but in the end he gave in as easily as she had. "Fine, we can go tomorrow."
"Oh, thank you." She looked relieved. "I never even saw her, so I didn't know who it was that was wandering around out there without their memory because of me. They immediately grabbed me and brought me somewhere else that day, or I wouldn't have even known that I'd hurt anyone. I've felt guilty about that for months...By this point I thought I was going to have to live with this for the rest of my life because the few of the Driscolls' followers who were willing to talk to me about it didn't know who the woman even was."
"We want her to be better," Audrey said with conviction she was trying hard to feel more thoroughly. In the back of her mind she'd held onto the hope that the other woman named Audrey Parker would have spontaneously recovered her memories, and after long enough passed it became increasingly awkward to keep in touch with the other woman's fiancé to find out how she was doing. "We're happy to assist you fixing her."
She avoided Duke's eyes because she knew that he'd be able to read her. It wasn't that she didn't want to help, it was that she was worried that Nathan would take another turn for the worse while they were gone.
Perhaps sensing her discomfort, Duke steered the conversation in a new direction. "If we accidentally freed you, and you've been in Haven for days, why didn't you tell Laverne that you were okay? She's been frantic about you."
"I've been camping out," Eunice admitted. "Until I heard that Julia was dead, I was afraid to reveal myself and end back up in their clutches again."
This had Audrey thinking of mustached cartoon villains trying helpless maidens to railroad tracks. Neither Laverne or Eunice were built like your typical cartoon victim, though.
Leaning across the table, Duke gave her an intent look. "But you feel safe now?"
"Safe enough," Eunice allowed.
"So you don't think that anyone else is going to take up the torch now that Julia is gone?" he pressed.
Eunice gave an unladylike snort. "Those people are born followers. After months in their presence I can say with confidence that they're not going to do anything without someone telling them to."
It was hard not to sag in relief. Ever since she'd seen the man standing in her doorway with a taser, she'd been afraid that the war against the troubled would never end, and she'd be defending them until the end of her days, which at that moment seemed eminent.
"Well," Eunice said, starting to stand up. "I'd better get home if we're going to Boston tomorrow."
"What's your address?" Duke wanted to know. Audrey slid the pad on the table for grocery lists across the table for it. "We'll pick you up."
"Thanks, Love."
Eunice didn't notice what he mouthed to Audrey that time, either.
An hour or so after Eunice left, Duke noticed that Audrey looked terribly wistful. She'd left the couch with a stated purpose of going out to the deck to bring in her newly acquired bird feeder before it could be pounced on by raccoons or bears, but he'd been vaguely aware that she'd been gone too long for just that and wondered what else had happened. "You okay?"
She gave a quick shake of her head. "I called Nathan's room when I was outside."
"He's not worse, is he?" Duke asked, beginning to feel alarmed. It seemed like every time they got an update on the status of Nathan's health, it was to hear that he was a little worse than the time before.
"No. He'd been taken away for a test, so I actually talked to Jess. She thinks he's getting better."
That was nice, but he knew that Jess didn't have any sort of medical degree, so he hardly considered her opinion worth more than any other layperson's. "But? You don't have that look on your face because he's doing better."
"I miss him," she admitted. Duke held out his arms, and she went to sit with him. Her body felt pleasantly warm pressed up against him, and he threw the plaid throw from the couch over them for good measure. There was a chill in the air that the heat was having trouble combating. "It feels like it's been forever since I've seen him, or even talked to him."
"I know." If Duke had found the regular visiting hours at the hospital difficult, then the ones for the ICU were draconic. Visitors were only allowed two hours a day, and only if there were under an arbitrary number of people total visiting patients. He'd been deeply tempted to strangle an old man visiting his comatose wife because he seemed to be there every single time they'd tried to get Audrey in to see Nathan. "I wonder if he's lonely."
"I think he's luckier than the other patients because Jess gets to see him when it's not visiting hours."
For a moment he imagined what would happen if someone tried to tell Jess that she could only see him two hours a day. From the way she'd slapped Nathan back during Fall Fest, it wasn't too much of a stretch to imagine a cat fight. Actually, he didn't think she'd resort to violence, but that didn't keep him from amusing himself by imagining it. "That's true." When this didn't manage to erase any of the misery on her face, he added, "And he sleeps a lot. He probably doesn't notice that there's no one around a lot of the time."
"You don't think he's unaware that I haven't seen him once?"
That thought was even more far-fetched than picturing Jess laying the smack down on nurses, so he couldn't lie to her. "I think he realizes that you weren't in the position of visiting him when he was in a regular room, and how hard it is to get in to see him now."
Her eyes widened in alarm, making him wonder how he'd managed to stick his foot in his mouth this time. "Does he know that I got my memory back?"
"Uh, I can't imagine that Jess has let that escape her mind. He knows."
"Oh." She relaxed a little. "Do you think he's really getting better like Jess said?"
He hoped so, but this wasn't the time for doubt. "She wouldn't have told you that if she didn't have more than a hunch to go on." Please please.
"Good."
She spent the rest of the night being fairly quiet, but she had stopped looking so guilty, so he didn't make an issue of it. Besides, he had an idea.
a/n: Any usually quiet readers have something to say? C'mon, I can't be the only one to cheerlead Faerax as works on the very end of the story =) Nor the only one who'd like to see this all written/posted before season 3 premieres…
