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Mary walked through the cemetery a few feet back from Dr and Mrs. West. Lucy had come with Mary- and only Lucy. Mary didn't want to cause a scene by bringing her whole family, or really want to spend the whole day with them. Lucy locked arms with Mary in an attempt to comfort her and Mary sighed.

"Are you OK?"

"No." Mary pouted. "This is awful."

"I know." Lucy looked Mary in the eye. "You can cry, you know."

"I think I'm all cried out actually. I just want Wilson back. I miss him."

"I can't imagine how much. I mean, if Kevin-"

"It's not the same. The commitment wasn't there. And, and I'm really mad at myself. We were just supposed to be having fun a way to men our broken hearts. But I just ended up breaking it worse. I never should have gone out with him in the first place.

"What? Why?"

"Because now I feel like this- like I lost something."

"Well, that's because you did. Mary-"

Mary pulled back from Lucy. 'Luce, no. Just stop. It's not helping." Mary started to run away when someone tapped her on the shoulder. She spun around quickly and angrily, expecting to see Lucy behind her. Instead, she saw a man in a tan trench coat of about fifity0five with light brown hair and glasses. Mary's eyes immediately flashed to Lucy a few feet back, scared something would happen to her.

"Mary Camden?"

"Yes?" She gulped.

"Detective Shapiro. I've been assigned to the murders of Wilson West Jr. and Sr. Can I talk to you for a few minutes?" Mary nodded and followed the man.

"Any leads?"

"Possibly. Are you busy this afternoon? I'd like you to come into the station for questioning."

"I'm a suspect, aren't I?"

"At the moment, yes. You were involved with Wilson- the father- correct?" Mary nodded. "romance is a strong thing. It drives people to do all sorts of stuff."

"I didn't kill them."

"I never said you did."

Mary sighed. "Of course you didn't. What time do you want to see me?"

"Any time after 1:00."

Mary glared at the man, but tried her best to appear pleasant. She really didn't feel like being arrested for Wilson and Billy's murder that afternoon. "I'll be there at 1:00."

Detective Shapiro nodded, left, and Lucy came over to Mary. "Who was that?"

"A detective." Mary rubbed her forehead, feeling a headache coming on. 'I think I want to go home now. I want to say good-bye to his parents and then we can leave."

"OK." Lucy didn't know what else to say. She didn't want to upset Mary or cause a fight. The elder Camden was becoming increasingly belligerent.

Mary walked to where Dr. and Mrs. West were standing talking to some other people. Mrs. West saw Mary coming and excused herself.

"Mary," she said, talking her hands.

"I think I'm going to go home now."

"Starting to be too much?"

Mary smiled weakly. "A little bit."

"Well, thank you for coming."

"Of course."

"And thank you for coming over when you did. Those," she turned around and pointed to the people talking with her husband," would be Billy's other set of grandparents."

"Oh." Mary looked confused. "Didn't they want nothing to do with Wilson and Billy?"

She started to tear up. "Yes. I don't know why. Wilson was a good kid. He did the honorable thing. And, no matter what anyone thinks, he didn't kill her."

Mary smiled faintly. "He always felt he killed her. I mean, he never came out and said it, but you knew."

Mrs. West nodded and burst into hysterics. Mary couldn't help but cry, too. None of this was supposed to happen. Wilson deserved better.

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Mary entered the detective's office a little after one o'clock. She sat at a chair he had set for her silently and waited for him to speak. After getting his things together to take notes, he looked up at her.

"Are you ready?"

"I guess."

"You're not going to start crying on me, are you? Because I don't have any tissues in here."

Mary rolled her eyes at his derogatory and insensitive comment. "No I'll be fine. Just…just please try to respect my privacy."

"I'll try my best." Detective Shapiro scribbled down a few words and then began. "How long did you know Wilson for?"

"Gosh. It's been a while." Mary had to think for a minute. "About eight years now. I met him when he was seventeen. Billy was something like fourteen months old then."

Detective Shapiro started to scribble notes down into his legal pad. "So Wilson became a father at sixteen then?"

Mary shook her head. "Fifteen. He was almost sixteen."

"And you do know that Wilson married Billy's mother then, correct?" Mary nodded. "Tell me what you know about that."

Mary felt uncomfortable. The information that Wilson had let trickle out over the years to Mary was very private. He kept those details so graded that, even though he was dead, it still felt wrong to betray his trust by divulging this information. "Well, what do you want to know?"

"Did you know her?"

"No."

"Do you know her name?"

"Rebecca…" Mary racked her brain, but couldn't quite remember. "Rebecca something."

"And how did she die?"

Mary remembered quite clearly having that conversation with Wilson. She hated to ask him, she hated to bring it up, but she was dying to know what had happened. He had practically cried; it broke her heart. "She hemorrhaged to death giving birth to Billy."

"That's unfortunate." Mary nodded. "Did Wilson have any friends?"

"Now? Not really. He had me, he had his son, he had his parents. That was enough for him I think."

"Do you know anything about anyone else he dated?"

Mary cocked her head. Why did he want to know this? She didn't really know all that much. That wasn't exactly something they discussed on a regular basis. Mary always thought that they trusted each other enough that it didn't matter about anyone else. If they were together, they were together- save that whole Ben incident back in Buffalo that never should have happened. "Not really. He was engaged before we started seeing each other again."

"Really?" This was news to Detective Shapiro. "What do you know about that?"

"Well, uh, she was Corey Conway. She's my age. Actually, I knew her since freshman year of high school. We used to play varsity basketball together."

"So they met through you?"

Mary shook her head. "No. They met on a plane from Buffalo back to GlenOak after Wilson got fired and I broke his heart. She was a teen parent, too, had a daughter at fourteen. Bernadette. They hit it off because of that I guess."

"So what happened?"

Mary shrugged. "Not really sure, but she broke it off and he was heart broken. Wilson was never like that. If he was engaged to you like that, he would have married you. He was always big on commitment. Well, except when we were sort of engaged, but that's a whole other story."

"Do you think she would resent you for dating Wilson now?"

"You think she killed him?" Mary laughed. "I doubt it. I mean, you can look into it if you want, you're the detective, but that doesn't make much sense to me."

"What about you? Who did you date before Wilson?"

"Actually I was married." Mary raised an eyebrow. "Carlos Rivera. R-I-V-E-R-A. He's in New York City."

The detective laughed. "Was he the jealous type?"

"No, not really. He didn't care about me at all. That's why I had the marriage annulled; he was cheating on me."

"And when did this all happen?"

"Oh, about a month before I ran into Wilson again. Wilson and I were together for six months this time."

"Did Carlos know you were seeing someone?"

"Yeah, someone in my family told him I was with Wilson again."

"Then he would have a motive."

Mary looked kind of shocked, but quickly tried to hide it. Let him go after Carlos. He definitely deserved it for everything he had put her through. "I guess so."

"All right." Detective Shapiro closed his notepad and put down his pen. "Thanks for your time Mary. I'll be in touch."

He stood and Mary followed. They both walked to the door, but Mary stopped. "Can I ask you something?"

He smiled. "Sure."

"Do you think I'm in any danger?"

He sighed. "Do you want the truth?" She nodded. "Maybe. If this was a deliberate act committed against Wilson- they sought him out for a reason, they knew who he was and wanted to kill him- then yes. If it was more of a random act than anything else then no. These next few weeks will be crucial."

"So what do I do in the meantime?" The fear in Mary's voice was apparent.

"Don't go out at night or alone. Be aware of your surroundings. Watch for suspicious activity."

"OK." Mary sighed heavily. "I loved him you know. Really loved him. Have since I was fourteen. But the older I got, the more messed up I became, and the harder I made it for us to be together."

He smiled sympathetically and put his hand on the open door. "Well, look at it this way. You might have saved your life."

Mary stared Detective Shapiro in the eye and lowered her voice. "I would have died for him."

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A/N: This chapter was so bad! I don't know what it is, but it's just one of those chapters that I hate and never want to look at again. But, anyway, what I wanted to say is that if you look closely, there are little hints for everything. Some of it was purposeful, some of it wasn't, but they're still there. Along with the rest of the ick I've been churning out.

I also must say that, while I am currently working on chapter fifteen, I am really stuck. Not stuck so much as in not knowing what I want to write, but stuck as in I don't know how to get there and I don't care. I really just don't want to do this anymore; I'm over this story already. There's no point to any of it. This is really bad.

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Would you have died for Wilson? Review.

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