Taylor glared at the Gray Man as he slept. She then looked at the needle in her left hand. It would be so easy to walk over, fill it with air and jab it into a vein. It would be so easy to watch him die. Taylor's hand shook as she tried to decide what she wanted to do. At that moment Killer entered and looked at his mistress. "It's his fault, you know." Taylor said to the dog. "He started all of it." Killer nudged Taylor's left hand, as if asking her to explain. "It started with my grandfather. He was a wealthy man that had a few shady friends. The Network thought that Grandfather was letting illegal transactions and trading go on with his business accounts and wanted something that they could pin on him. Grandfather beat them at every twist and turn. Then this man…" She jabbed a finger at the Gray Man, "Came to the vineyard and accused Grandfather of crimes that he didn't commit. Grandfather ordered him off the property and turned his back to him. Arthur Gray shot and killed my grandfather. This…monster shot him in the back in cold blood. Mentor had no other choice but to give up his dreams and find the man that took killed his father. This man destroyed one family and wouldn't stop until he destroyed another. He lied to my mother and convinced her to join his side. He then sent her to spy on my father and was the reason she was killed. He killed her just like he killed Grandfather. Then he came here to America and brought about the death of my father. I promise you this; I will not stand by and watch anyone else suffer because of him." Taylor started forward, but was stopped by Iola. Iola held Taylor's wrist and took the needle from her. "We still need him." Iola reminded her gently. Taylor nodded and walked out of the room with Killer on her heels. Iola looked at the sleeping form and then left as well. The Gray Man turned over and looked at the door silently. In a moment of clarity, such moments only came when he was just waking up, the Gray Man heard Taylor and now as a tear slid across his face, he whispered softly, "I never meant for any of this to happen."
Fenton Hardy watched the woman as she went shopping and now and then made a phone call. He wished that he knew who she was talking to and what was in the brown package that she was clearly guarding. Angry that there was no way to find out, Fenton continued to follow the woman until she returned home and went back to his hotel room. He then glanced at the TV and was about to turn it on, but opted not to in favor of going over the notes and photos from that day. The TV would be a distraction.
At home, Callie Shaw stared outside, wishing that she could be anywhere but in Bayport at that moment. She missed the way things had been. She was ready to give anything to have it all back: Frank, her best friend; Iola Morton, her freedom, the people that had died alive and well. Down the hall, her parents were softly arguing about what to do. Mrs. Shaw was all for throwing Callie out of the house while Mr. Shaw wanted to have her at home where they could keep her safe.
Joe looked at a photo of himself and Iola Morton. He knew that he had seen her at the mall, but there was no way to prove that it had been her. He put the framed photo back on the bedside table. Things were so far out of control, he had no idea which was left and which way was right any longer.
Frank Hardy listened to the whispered voice on the phone and hung up after a moment. He then made a phone call to Paris, France and informed the female Assassin that was there that she was to start the next phase of her part of the plan. She was to lure Fenton Hardy into a trap and make certain that the Assassins based in Paris knew that they were to capture, NOT kill their target.