Ada ran through the door to the police station.

Marco rose from the bench, he held out his hand to her.

"Is he okay? Where's Brax and Heath?" She panted.

He took her hand and pulled her close to him.

"Coppers let Brax in to see Case. Heath left."

"Heath what?"

"He's upset, Ad."

"I don't care! Our brother is locked up, he needs to be here."

"I know, I know." Marco shushed her, trying to calm her down.

The door buzzed and Brax emerged from behind the door that led to the cells.

Ada and Marco turned to face him, expectantly.

Dark shadows lingered over Brax's face. He looked old and tired, as if he'd aged overnight.

"Is he okay?" Ada asked.

"Nah." Brax swallowed. "He's scared."

"What are we going to do?"

"The lawyer's coming. Hopefully we can work something out."

There was little optimism in his voice.

"Where's Heath?" Brax asked.

Marco coughed. "Er… he left."

Brax fumed. "Unbelievable!" He yelled.

Ada shuddered. "Listen, I'll handle Heath."

"You think that's a good idea?" Marco asked.

"I can handle my brother." Ada replied sternly.

"Get him to talk to the boys, tell them what's going on." Brax instructed. He turned to Marco, "Go with her. In case you can't find him, you'll need to talk to the boys."

Marco nodded, he headed to the door.

Ada lingered.

Brax wiped his hands over his face.

Ada turned to say something, but the words didn't come. She shook it off and headed after Marco.

Heath sat alone in the dark of the restaurant. A bottle of spirit sat on the table in front of him.

He poured another large measure and threw it down the back of his neck. He grimaced.

Ada charged in through the door. She clocked Heath and stormed over to the table. She struck the bottle with her hand, sending it flying to the floor.

The glass smashed into small fragments.

Marco hovered in the doorway. He watched the contents of the bottle puddle on the floor.

"Hey!" Heath roared. He stood to his feet.

"What the hell are you doing?!" Ada yelled.

"What is your problem?" Heath hissed.

"Why aren't you at the station?"

"Why should I be? This is Casey's problem."

Ada scoffed angrily. "If Brax had had the same thought every time you got locked up, you wouldn't be here right now."

Heath stepped to her. "Watch what you say to me." He threatened.

Ada looked him dead in the eye. "Who the hell do you think you are? Casey needs-"

Heath interrupted, "Casey just murdered our Dad! I don't owe him anything, ever again."

Ada shoved him, hard, but he barely moved.

"Get over it." She spat.

Heath struck his fist into a chair. The chair smashed against the bar.

Heath's face grew red.

Marco tensed.

Ada didn't flinch.

"Dad was a dog and yet you brought him back into our lives." She said. Her voice was quiet but fierce. "You brought him back so he could put a gun in Casey's hand and tell him to kill an innocent man."

Anger rose in Heath's body. He shook uncontrollably.

Marco shook his head. "Ad, that's enough." He warned.

She ignored him. "This is your fault." She took a breath. "And if you don't step up now, to us, you'll be just as dead as Dad."

Heath scowled.

"Ada!" Marco shouted. "Enough." He stepped in between them, grabbed her and pulled her towards the door. "We're going."

Marco paused by the door.

Heath stood panting, staring at the floor.

"Let the boys know what's going on." Marco told him. "Brax's orders."

Outside the surf club, Marco chased after Ada.

"Do you really think that helped?" He yelled.

She whipped around and faced him. "I don't know, Marco. I don't care!"

"He just lost his Dad, Ada!"

"He lost nothing, Casey might lose everything."

"You can't see it from his side, you can't see that it's not that simple."

"We were never better off with him in our lives. Heath knows that. He's just too selfish to admit it."

Emotion built behind her eyes.

"I… I think he just wanted a Dad, Ad." Marco stuttered.

She stared at him. Tears streamed down her face.

"Ada." Marco stepped towards her.

"I hate him, Marco. He took everything from me. And now, he's going to take everything from Casey."

Marco looked taken aback.

Ada wiped the tears from her face.

Marco wrapped his arms around her. She buried her head into his chest.

The morning sun beamed through the windows of Angelo's.

Brax yanked the blinds down, shutting it out, and drifted over to the bar.

Ada and Marco walked through the door and pulled up seats near him.

"So what are we going to do?" Marco asked.

Before Brax could answer, their attention was drawn to the door.

Heath sauntered through it. He ignored their looks and grabbed a chair.

Ada swallowed and looked down at the floor.

"I spoke to the lawyers." Brax replied. "They're still working on getting bail."

"How much is that going to cost?" Heath asked.

Brax sighed. "A lot."

"What about the money from this place?" Heath nodded to the cash register. "It makes money, doesn't it?"

"Yeah, but we'll need more."

"We can sort it." Marco chimed in.

Brax gave him a nod.

Ada glanced at Marco. She knew what he meant. He wasn't planning on getting it legally.

Marco turned his head towards her and rested his hand on her thigh, hoping to subdue her.

A presence at the door distracted Brax.

"What do you want?" Brax boomed.

Heath, Marco and Ada turned towards the door.

Jaxson lurked in the doorway.

Marco and Heath got to their feet.

"I just wanted to talk to Ada." Jaxson said, hesitantly.

"Forget it." Marco growled.

"Relax." Ada ordered. She got up and put a hand on Marco's stomach, putting herself between him and Jaxson.

"Ada." Brax said sternly.

She waved a hand at him as she moved towards Jaxson. She pulled Jaxson away from the door and took him out onto the balcony.

"What are you doing?" She asked, once out of ear shot.

He fidgeted with his hands.

"You left so quickly yesterday. After saying…" He trailed off. "I wanted to see if you… I mean… if everything was alright."

"You didn't want to speak to me yesterday."

"Maybe I overreacted."

"Huh." Ada remarked, surprised.

"No one's ever seen my mum like that, alright? I didn't know how to react. Will you let it go?"

"Yeah, it's fine." She said plainly.

"Now, what's going on?"

"Nothing. Everything's fine."

"But, your Dad…"

"It's complicated, okay? I can't get into it."

"I just want to make sure you are alright."

Ada paused, taking in his concern. It shocked her.

"You have to go." She told him and ushered him towards the door.

He nodded, sympathetically. "Okay."

Brax, Casey and Marco stared as he shuffled out of the restaurant.

After he was gone, Ada moved back towards her brothers and Marco.

"What was that?" Marco asked.

Ada shook her head. "Not important."

Brax's phone started to ring. He glanced at it. "It's the lawyer."

He pressed the phone to his ear and walked out of the restaurant.

Ada and Marco walked into the Braxton living room.

"Are you going to tell me what it was about?" Marco erupted.

Ada moved down the hall and opened the door to her bedroom.

Marco followed. "Well? Why is Jaxson Brown trying to talk to you?"

Ada rummaged around, picking up clothes from the floor and throwing them back down again.

"What are you looking for?" Marco exclaimed.

"This." She turned towards him, holding an opened envelope in her hands.

She fingered the opening to reveal the wad of cash that was inside.

"What is that?" Marco asked.

The door to the house slammed shut.

Ada pushed back past Marco and went into the living room.

Marco grumbled in frustration and followed.

Brax lent against the kitchen chair. His head was bowed, he took a deep breath.

"Hey." Ada spoke.

He took another breath and looked up at them both.

Ada walked towards him. She threw the envelope down on the table.

The money shifted out of its sleeve.

"What's that?" Brax said.

"It's not a lot but it's all I have."

Brax picked up the envelope and fanned the notes inside. His jaw clenched.

"There's four-thousand dollars here. Where did you get this?" Brax asked.

Marco stared at Ada, confused.

"I've been tutoring." Ada confessed. She sighed and then let the words tumble out. "I've been tutoring Jaxson."

Marco scoffed. He stepped forward, his eyebrows raised. "You, what?"

Ada ignored him. She looked at Brax. "Just use it to help pay for Casey's lawyers or bail or whatever. Just get him out."

She turned and walked away from the table. Marco whipped around to face her.

"You are joking, right?" Marco shouted. "You've been meeting up with that jerk behind my back?"

"It's just tutoring." Ada replied.

"He gives you thousands of dollars, for tutoring?" Marco ran his fingers threw his hair and exhaled. "Don't be so naive." He snapped.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"He's trying to get to you, Ada! Either that or he likes you. Either way he's manipulating you." Marco shouted. "This guy is a bully. How many times has he got to dump on Case before you get that?"

"That was a long time ago. He just wants to do well on the HSE."

Marco forced a laugh. "You've got to be kidding me. You don't really believe that."

"What does it matter?"

"It matters!"

"This money can help Casey."

Marco gritted his teeth. "You shouldn't have kept this from me." He marched out of the door, slamming it behind him.

Ada turned to face Brax.

"Good job, eh." He remarked.