Jonathan walked into the airport bathroom. He opened the door to the stall and walked inside, locking it behind himself. He pulled out his wallet and took out the picture of Jeffrey and Sandy. "Well, Daddy, you're dead now…" he said, his voice low and emotionless. "Et tu, Sandman… Et tu…" He shook his head slightly, stuffing the picture into his jacket pocket before pulling out the old, frayed one of him and Sandy. He flipped it over and read the writing scribbled so sloppily on the back. "Pictures fade…" he said, his voice wavering, if ever so slightly. "Memories stay vivid…" He laughed, almost maniacally so. "Bullshit, Sandman! Bullshit!" And now the anger in his voice was evident. "I saved your life and so I had the right to take it away!" He growled, before he started to laugh again. "It's funny, though, because I'll always remember you not for the love that we shared, but for what you became to me in the end, a traitor. I hope you're having fun with my Daddy in hell, bitch. I'll join you there in about a century. But for now I'm just glad to be rid of you…" He pulled the other picture out of his pocket and stared at them both. "And one last cleansing ritual…" he whispered. "Since I didn't actually get to see you burn…" He grabbed his lighter from his jacket pocket, lighting the edges of the photographs before throwing them into the sink. "Bye bye, Sandman…" he said, his voice, again, emotionless. "I've finally moved on…"
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Jeffrey walked back over to Sandy. "Do you have any idea where Will, RJ, Edmund, and Tammy are?" he asked.
Sandy looked up at him, it taking a few seconds for him to collect his thoughts and snap out of his momentary haze. "Tammy is in New York with Edmund…" he said. "She told me about it last week… That's why I thought that this place was safe, Jeffrey… He used to be so meticulous… I mean… He had to've known that Edmund wasn't here… I'm sure that he was watching…"
"And the boys, Sandy?" Jeffrey asked.
Sandy shrugged his shoulders.
"They were at my sister's house…" Frank said as he walked into the house. "But she wants to work the case, so she's dropping them off with my father… She and Gus will be here soon…"
Jeffrey gave his boss an exasperated look as he saw him finally walking through the door.
"Joint investigation…" George said firmly, looking him straight in the eye.
Jeffrey shook his head with a sigh. "I'm going to call Edmund…" he said.
"He's not exactly your biggest fan…" Sandy said.
"Well, somebody needs to tell him and Tammy to get back over here…" Jeffrey replied.
"Maybe it's better that they're out of town…" Frank said. "Maybe they're safer…"
"If they're in danger…" George said, his voice low and almost uncertain. "They have the right to know…"
"Are they in danger, Sandy?" Jeffrey said, his gaze fixed on him once more. "I'm sure your guess is better than anyone's…"
"I don't know…" Sandy said, his voice suddenly calm and emotionless. "I don't think that he would risk it… I mean… I'm sure that he set the bomb in my house on the same night that he killed them, so that he could leave right after and not have to worry about getting caught a second time around…"
"I'm going to call Edmund…" Jeffrey said again, this time reaching for his phone.
Sandy stilled his hand. "Let me call Tammy…" he said. "Edmund won't listen to a word you have to say… Tammy will listen to me. She's my best friend…"
Jeffrey sighed. "Fine. Sandy. Go. Do it. But don't tell her Cassie's dead yet. That's something that nobody should have to hear over the phone. And then get right back over here. George is going to question you…"
"All right…" Sandy said, grabbing his phone and walking away from the crowd of law enforcement. "Tammy… Tammy… Please pick up…" he whispered softly.
Jeffrey watched him walk away, surprised at what appeared to be his sudden lack of emotion. His voice had sounded so calm and collected now, a stark contrast to the sobbing mess that he had been less than an hour ago.