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Chapter Four
Sydney turned to Will. She had been back from London for a day. She propped her feet up on the table. "Will, can you do me a favor?"
"Sure."
"I need you to investigate something. You up to it?"
"Yeah!"
"I need you to try to locate some people. They may have different names now. They were last known to be in Liverpool,15 years ago."
"Who?"
"Eric and Katherine, Blythe and Charity Canton."
"Who are these people?"
"There was a little boy kidnapped. Andrew. He can't find his family. If you could find these people, we could reunite them."
"I'd be glad to help you."
"You're the greatest, Will!"
She hugged him tightly. "Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!"
She was beaming.
"Why are you so excited about this?"
Sydney tried to shrug nonchalantly.
Sydney took a deep breath. "Michael. I need to talk to you."
"That doesn't sound good."
Sydney couldn't bring herself to answer.
"What's wrong, Syd?" Vaughn asked when they reached the bedroom.
"I don't know how to say this."
"It's me. You know you can tell me anything."
Vaughn came closer to her. "What is it?"
"I love you, Michael."
"I love you, too."
"No. I'm trying to say something. I've fallen in love with Sark."
"What?" Vaughn collapsed onto a chair nearby.
"I am in love with Sark. He lets me be who I am."
"I don't?"
"You do, but it's different. I feel almost suffocated."
"You don't know anything about Sark except that he's a murderer. You don't even know his first name, Syd."
"Actually, I do."
He glanced up at her. He fell eerily quiet. He turned away from Sydney, turning away from her pleading eyes.
"I'm sorry, Vaughn."
He didn't answer her. Now he understood why they always told him not to be emotionally attached. He couldn't even look at her right then. If they were still working undercover, that would have made things impossible. He heard her leave. Sark. His name kept swimming through Vaughn's head. Who was he? Why had Sydney fallen for him? Why hadn't he seen it coming? Or had he and chosen to be blind to it? He raked his hand through his hair and tried to stop the sadness that was washing over him. He heard Alice's words ring in his mind, "You can't help who you fall for."
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Chapter Four
Sydney turned to Will. She had been back from London for a day. She propped her feet up on the table. "Will, can you do me a favor?"
"Sure."
"I need you to investigate something. You up to it?"
"Yeah!"
"I need you to try to locate some people. They may have different names now. They were last known to be in Liverpool,15 years ago."
"Who?"
"Eric and Katherine, Blythe and Charity Canton."
"Who are these people?"
"There was a little boy kidnapped. Andrew. He can't find his family. If you could find these people, we could reunite them."
"I'd be glad to help you."
"You're the greatest, Will!"
She hugged him tightly. "Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!"
She was beaming.
"Why are you so excited about this?"
Sydney tried to shrug nonchalantly.
Sydney took a deep breath. "Michael. I need to talk to you."
"That doesn't sound good."
Sydney couldn't bring herself to answer.
"What's wrong, Syd?" Vaughn asked when they reached the bedroom.
"I don't know how to say this."
"It's me. You know you can tell me anything."
Vaughn came closer to her. "What is it?"
"I love you, Michael."
"I love you, too."
"No. I'm trying to say something. I've fallen in love with Sark."
"What?" Vaughn collapsed onto a chair nearby.
"I am in love with Sark. He lets me be who I am."
"I don't?"
"You do, but it's different. I feel almost suffocated."
"You don't know anything about Sark except that he's a murderer. You don't even know his first name, Syd."
"Actually, I do."
He glanced up at her. He fell eerily quiet. He turned away from Sydney, turning away from her pleading eyes.
"I'm sorry, Vaughn."
He didn't answer her. Now he understood why they always told him not to be emotionally attached. He couldn't even look at her right then. If they were still working undercover, that would have made things impossible. He heard her leave. Sark. His name kept swimming through Vaughn's head. Who was he? Why had Sydney fallen for him? Why hadn't he seen it coming? Or had he and chosen to be blind to it? He raked his hand through his hair and tried to stop the sadness that was washing over him. He heard Alice's words ring in his mind, "You can't help who you fall for."
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