"Anthony? Why...."
"I owe him big. He's been like a brother to me, sticking by my side through anything, even my kill Charlie phase. We grew up in the same orphanage together." Dylan raised an eye brow. She all ways wondered why Anthony was so loyal to Eric Knox.
"Um, Eric. I have bad news..." Eric pulled the car over, then turned to face her.
"Anthony, well. On a case four months ago, he was involved. He was murdered by one of my ex boyfriends. I'm so sorry." Dylan had tried to forget about that night on the roof. It was almost like a fairy tell. Sharing a passionate kiss over the streets of Los Angeles. Beautiful night lights shining around then, it made her feel so alive. Then Seamus, the knife, it ended like a fairy tell shouldn't.
"What? How? Who is this man? The man who killed him?" Eric's eyes turned from despair to anger.
"I killed him." That felt rather odd. Dylan never really thought of the fact that she killed Seamus. She'd never of thought that she could ever kill that demon, unstoppable in almost every way. But she did, she killed him. She still remembered her forgotten love fall off of that roof, she saw the first flash of fear in his eyes as he descended.
"I can't believe it.... wait. You said he died four months ago?" Eric's eyes suddenly lit up.
"Yeah, why?" Dylan unbuckled her seat belt so she could totally focus on Eric.
"I talked to him two weeks ago and told him I'd be coming to help him." Dylan's eyes got huge.
"What? That means..." A rush of total astonishment and joy spread through her face as she threw her arms around Eric.
"He's alive!" Dylan suddenly realized what position she was in, and slowly pulled away.
"Why are you so happy about him being alive?" Eric asked with a raised eye brow.
"Well, the night that I thought he died, um, we...."
"You slept with him?" Dylan bit her lip, trying not to laugh at Eric. He suddenly looked furiously jealous.
"No, just a kiss."
"But you two had something going?" Eric asked leaning towards her more waiting for an answer.
"We didn't have enough time to have something going. Where did he say he was staying? More importantly, how did you know I was here?" Eric started up the car again.
"When I called him, he told me that he needed help rescuing someone. He told me to stop at that big wheat field, that someone would be waiting for me. I had no idea that it was you. He's staying in the next town, just about fifty miles ahead." Dylan slightly scratched her neck. She all ways did that when she was confused, trying to figure out a puzzle with missing pieces.
"How did he know about David?"
*****
"I got the finger prints, and you won't believe who they belong to!" Alex, Natalie, and Max had hurried back to the agency.
"Who?" Natalie asked hurrying over to the table Alex was leaning against. Max was in the office playing on the Play station 2, obviously winning due to the "Alright" and the "Whose your daddy" coming from the room.
"The Thin man." Natalie gave Alex a surprised open mouth awe as she started fiddling with her purple jacket zipper.
"That explains the made bed. He's supposed to be dead!"
"Why would he kidnap Dylan?" Natalie shrugged.
"That's not important right now. We have to tell Charlie, then find out where he's keeping her."
"I owe him big. He's been like a brother to me, sticking by my side through anything, even my kill Charlie phase. We grew up in the same orphanage together." Dylan raised an eye brow. She all ways wondered why Anthony was so loyal to Eric Knox.
"Um, Eric. I have bad news..." Eric pulled the car over, then turned to face her.
"Anthony, well. On a case four months ago, he was involved. He was murdered by one of my ex boyfriends. I'm so sorry." Dylan had tried to forget about that night on the roof. It was almost like a fairy tell. Sharing a passionate kiss over the streets of Los Angeles. Beautiful night lights shining around then, it made her feel so alive. Then Seamus, the knife, it ended like a fairy tell shouldn't.
"What? How? Who is this man? The man who killed him?" Eric's eyes turned from despair to anger.
"I killed him." That felt rather odd. Dylan never really thought of the fact that she killed Seamus. She'd never of thought that she could ever kill that demon, unstoppable in almost every way. But she did, she killed him. She still remembered her forgotten love fall off of that roof, she saw the first flash of fear in his eyes as he descended.
"I can't believe it.... wait. You said he died four months ago?" Eric's eyes suddenly lit up.
"Yeah, why?" Dylan unbuckled her seat belt so she could totally focus on Eric.
"I talked to him two weeks ago and told him I'd be coming to help him." Dylan's eyes got huge.
"What? That means..." A rush of total astonishment and joy spread through her face as she threw her arms around Eric.
"He's alive!" Dylan suddenly realized what position she was in, and slowly pulled away.
"Why are you so happy about him being alive?" Eric asked with a raised eye brow.
"Well, the night that I thought he died, um, we...."
"You slept with him?" Dylan bit her lip, trying not to laugh at Eric. He suddenly looked furiously jealous.
"No, just a kiss."
"But you two had something going?" Eric asked leaning towards her more waiting for an answer.
"We didn't have enough time to have something going. Where did he say he was staying? More importantly, how did you know I was here?" Eric started up the car again.
"When I called him, he told me that he needed help rescuing someone. He told me to stop at that big wheat field, that someone would be waiting for me. I had no idea that it was you. He's staying in the next town, just about fifty miles ahead." Dylan slightly scratched her neck. She all ways did that when she was confused, trying to figure out a puzzle with missing pieces.
"How did he know about David?"
*****
"I got the finger prints, and you won't believe who they belong to!" Alex, Natalie, and Max had hurried back to the agency.
"Who?" Natalie asked hurrying over to the table Alex was leaning against. Max was in the office playing on the Play station 2, obviously winning due to the "Alright" and the "Whose your daddy" coming from the room.
"The Thin man." Natalie gave Alex a surprised open mouth awe as she started fiddling with her purple jacket zipper.
"That explains the made bed. He's supposed to be dead!"
"Why would he kidnap Dylan?" Natalie shrugged.
"That's not important right now. We have to tell Charlie, then find out where he's keeping her."