"I'm gonna show you this one more time," Marcie laughed, sitting with Al in the student center at Llanview University. "It's really easy to remember." She paused to think. "Here.. make it into a song."
"All those dates?" Al said, tapping then pencil on his book.
"Sure, why not? You can't remember dates, but you can remember music. That's how I remembered all the state capitals when I was little. Try it."
Al sat there for a while, pondering over a tune to set the historical dates to, singing the melody softly, smiling at her. "You're a genius," he said.
"Oh I don't know about that," Marcie blushed. Al leaned over, his lips brushing hers. She smiled against them.
"OK, gross, get a room," Rex Balsom said standing over them. "The whole world doesn't need to see that." He cringed.
"Don't you have somewhere to be, Rex," Marcie said. "Under a rock maybe?"
"That would give you way too much pleasure," Rex sneered. "Holden..." he tossed a manila envelope at him. "Tell your mom's beau, Bo that my club isn't a post office. I don't send or receive." Al raised his eyebrows with a soft chuckle. "You know what I mean. Just give him this, will you?"
"Sure. Can do," Al took the envelope and stuck it in his backpack.
"Don't let me interrupt your... session"
"Get out of here, Rex!" Marcie said.
"Only because I have somewhere to be, So don't think that I'm leaving because you told me to." Marcie made a face as he walked away.
"Why would somebody leave a message for the Commissioner at Ultra Violet?" Marcie asked. Al simply shrugged, leaning back. "Well do you want me to give it to him? I'll probably see him before you do. I'm going down to the Police Station later anyway and..."
"Marcie," Al laughed. "Marcie. Slow... down." He went into his backpack and handed her the envelope. "Thanks."
"Don't mention it." she smiled. "Now... let me hear the song that's gonna get you an A' on you history midterm."
"You wanna hear me sing? That's a mistake. I leave the singing to you. You know that." Marcie smiled. "But this will help. It really will. They're gonna wonder how I did it."
"You worked really hard."
"But I wouldn't have been able to do this without you."
"You could always do it, Al," Marcie said. "You just needed a push in the right direction." She stood, grabbing her books. "Just one thing" she added.
"And what's that?" Al stood also and began to walk with Marcie out of the student center.
"Just make sure you don't forget the song." Marcie laughed. "Then you'll be in trouble." Al laughed, shaking his head.
"I think I got it under control," he smiled.
Gabrielle put her keys in the apartment door, pushing her way inside. She removed her coat, taking the envelope Carlotta had given her and placing it down. She hung her dress on the back of the bedroom door, running her hands over the front of it, straightening some of the creases as she heard a rustling from the next room.
"Bo?" she said. "I didn't know you were home." She stepped out of the room, hearing no answer. "Bo? Is that you?"
Gabrielle grew nervous, looking around the apartment, knowing for sure what she had heard. "Is anyone there? Bo?" She felt the chill return to her bones. "Hello?" She didn't feel right. She was uncomfortable, frightened. "Bo?"
Gabrielle heard the rustling once again. Jumping, her breath caught in her throat. She slowly backed towards the door opening it and backing out, bumping into somebody. She screamed.
"Gabrielle. Gabrielle, honey." Bo said. "It's me. It's me. Hey." He spun her to face him. "It's me."
"There's somebody... There's somebody in there, Bo."
Bo moved her back slightly. "Stay here." Gabrielle stayed behind him as Bo slowly moved inside the apartment, searching each room thoroughly, coming back to her, shaking his head.
"Somebody was here." Gabrielle said. "I heard them Bo..." Bo had made his way over to the envelope which Gabrielle had brought back from the diner. He picked it up. "It was left at the diner for you. Carlotta gave it to me..." He tore the envelope open. "Bo?" she said as he looked at the contents. "What is it?"
He looked over at her, pulling out his phone and dialing. "Yeah, Antonio," he said after a moment into the receiver. "Do me a favor, and get down to my apartment... We've got another letter."