A/N: I'm so glad you all are enjoying this. I can't tell you who killed Mark, but I will say, yes. Mark Snow is officially deader than death itself..if that makes any sense to you. :D I'm still working on this fic and I'm hoping to keep posting weekly as I have been. I have a large project due this week so I might be pressed for updating but I'm going to shoot for Friday or Saturday. I hope you guys enjoy this and I'll be working to post more soon. As always, I look forward to seeing your reviews until then!

Chapter 7

Couple Hours Later

Sadie and Victoria were questioned with no incident. Sadie came back into the living room and she glanced at her sister who was currently clinging to Tommy, tears in her eyes over what could happen.

"Jude?" Jude turned her head but didn't move away from Tommy's embrace. "They're ready for you." Sadie said, her eyes sympathetic. Jude nodded and squeezed Tommy tightly and backed away from him.

"Jude," Tommy said, taking her hands. "It's going to be ok." He told her and Jude nodded, almost believing him for a moment. She took a shuddering breath and walked into the kitchen. She stood in the doorway a moment and the Mounties waved her in. Jude sat down in her usual seat, facing the two officers.

"Ms. Harrison"

"Jude," She interrupted.

"Jude, we would like to know your whereabouts this evening." The first said. Jude sighed.

"I was at the studio until about 6ish. It was then that Tommy said I should go home and get some rest." She said, closing her eyes, remembering the argument they had in the studio. "He was mixing the last song we recorded and he told me I should go home and see my family. I reluctantly left the studio and got here about 6:30ish. I was here the rest of the evening with my mom and Sadie." The officers nodded, as if agreeing with her statement.

"Jude, we understand that you had pressed charges against Mark Snow last November."

"The man tried to rape me and was stalking me. Yes, I pressed charges." Jude said, her voice so strong, she shocked herself. Jude noticed that the Mounties glanced at one another before jotting down a note.

"Did Mark Snow ever contact you before his death?"

"yes, he made a couple phone calls." Jude said, feeling her body begin to shake and tears threaten to fill her eyes.

"Of what content?"

"The first…he called and I dropped the phone. I couldn't hear his voice, it just scared me. I don't know what he called for…but I didn't want to know. The second, I answered and he made some…innuendos and Tommy took the phone and finished the call."

"Tommy, as in Tom Quincy? Your fiancé?"

"Yes." The Mounties looked interested and made a couple more notes. "Thank you Jude, that will be all, and tell Mr. Quincy we're ready for him." Jude glanced at the men a moment and stepped out, a feeling of dread washing over her. She couldn't shake this uneasy feeling she had and she was certain she knew why. They suspected Tommy; her instincts told her that…no, they were screaming it. The problem? Tommy had way too much going against him to prove otherwise. Jude sighed and stepped back in the room. She glanced at Tommy who rushed over to her when she appeared.

"You OK?" He asked her. Jude nodded and hugged him, reveling in his warmth.

"They want to talk to you." Jude whispered, afraid of what might happen. Tommy's hand smoothed her hair and she glanced up at him. "How can you not be worried?" She asked.

"Because, I have nothing to hide." He said, and touched his forehead to hers and kissed her quickly before leaving and her and entering the kitchen for his judgment.