Anakin, gasped heavily as he felt life flow through him again. His eyes snapped open, trying to come to his senses. He stood up slowly, and sat down, breathing heavily at a jerky and irregular pace. He looked down to see that his clothes were torn, his open white shirt was punctured with still smoking holes from the bullets that had riddled him. However, there was no blood. No apparent gunshot wounds that had obviously bounced off him, but he couldn't say the same about the pain that ran through his body. No injuries. Just a lot of pain.

Although still stunned and shocked to say the least by what had just happened, his eyes rested on the wrecked car.

Then remembering his friend, he leaned over to her, still on the floor beside him, lifeless, eyes wide open both empty and lifeless. His face contracted in pain, as he made a movement to touch her face, but couldn't bring himself to do so. At the sight of her bloodstained white jacket, he knew she was dead. Once so beautiful and sweet, now no more of this world in peaceful and eternal rest. She was now there, where he will never be able to see her again, this very place that was forbidden to him: Heaven.

Pissed off and upset, he got up and walked over to the wreckage of the wrecked car down the street. The driver was unconscious and injured in the head, "Oh, No, no, no, not yet," he said, grabbing him by the collar of the jacket, making him gasp in pain. "What did you do ?"

"I-I'm sorry."

" 'Sorry' ?" he repeated, annoyed, but calmly. "Why, did you end her life ?" His silence only annoyed him more, and he felt a surge of anger bubbling through him, leaning closer, "I can smell death coming for you. Shall I speed it along ?"

"Why else ?" he agonized, "Money."

" 'Money'." he repeated, softly, but out off his mind. "Oh, it's times like this I wish I was still in Hell. All the fun activities I'd planned for you."

"Hey, man, I-I just pulled the trigger." he coughed, as he choked on a geyser of blood before closing his eyes, his head tilted to the side, dead.

Despite his anger and fury, the Devil resolved to let him go because there was nothing he could do to bring him back from the dead and question him further. Then again, he thought what he had said. It's times like this he wishes, he was still in Hell, where bad people were sent to him, so they could get what they deserve. His demons on the spot, down there will welcome him properly, he had no doubt about it.

He walked over to Summer's bloody, lifeless body on the floor among all the broken glass. He stands there, staring down at her somewhat sadly, as the sound of a flying helicopter was heard in the background.

That same night, the LAPD had been notified and arrived on the scene. As Summer's body is taken away in a black body bag, photos are taken of the crime scene and the young driver dead in the wrecked car by scientists, making the first findings.

An homicide detective, a policewoman, arrived at the scene. She is beautiful, smart, but cold and direct. She strides over to the wrecked car where the shooter still lies on a bed of broken glass and blood. She bends over to get a closer look ... when she hears some snickering and whispering. She turns to see a couple rookie uniforms –shinnies–, staring at her before ignoring them and refocusing her attention on the crime scene, leaning in closer.

"Do you want to know what I've so far ?" asked a voice behind her.

She turned around, slightly annoyed by his presence. "You here to babysit me ? Lieutenant said this is my case ‐‐ and I need it to be." she said, crossing her arms. "I don't need you to hold my hand. I'm old enough to know what to do, thank you."

He nodded with a brief nod, "Well, hi. Nice to see you, too," he said with a hint of humor, hoping to lighten the mood, but no reaction, "Yeah, Ahsoka, it is your case, but try not to take too much time on it. It's an easy one. That's our bad guy." He pointed to the wrecked car and his driver, "Ethan Riley, he's a low-level drug dealer. I found this on his pocket," She nodded as he holds up an evidence bag with little packets of Heroin stamped with 'BOOM' and a picture of a bomb. "And I found this in Summer's purse," He continues as he holds up another evidence bag with one packet -- same stamp. "So obviously drug related. She probably owed him a bunch of cash or something. She's not exactly selling out stadiums these days."

"How do you know he's low-level ?"

"Look at his car."

"And did you look at his watch ?" She replied, her eyes riveted on it, "That thing ain't cheap."

"It's probably fake." He retorted, "Look …" He took a step towards her, "There's gonna be a lot of attention on this one, Ahsoka. I wouldn't pick at it too hard if I was you. Not after Palmetto Street."

"I asked for this case because of Palmetto Street, Rex." she said, and he looked away, nodding, understanding. "So, anyway. Any witnesses ?"

"Anakin Skywalker." he said, sitting at his piano.

" 'Anakin Skywalker' ?" Ahsoka repeated, writing it on her notepad. "Is that, uh, a stage name or something ?"

"God given, I'm afraid." He chuckles, playing a few notes, his eyes fixed on her, and stopping to play, focusing on her with a strange sense of déjà vu, "You know. You look familiar. Have we met before ?"

"Yeah, five minutes ago. And I'm asking the questions. … Talk to me about your relationship with the victim."

"Well, she used to work here a few years back." he replied, "I would occasionally accompany her while she sang. Then she became a big star and someone decided to end her life."

"Do you know the shooter ?"

"No, but we did have an interesting little chat just before he kicked off. I asked him why he did it." He took a sip from his glass of whiskey.

"Huh, like to play cop, do you ?"

He chuckles at her words, "No, I just like to play in general, don't you, Detective ? What about you ?"

She looked almost amused, but remained casual, "So, you had a conversation with a dead guy ?" she asked skeptically.

"Oh no. He wasn't quite dead. His soul hadn't cross the threshold."

"I see. Did he tell you why he did it ?"

"Why, money, of course." he replied, with an arrogant smile, "You humans, love your money, don't you ?"

"Yes. Yes. We do it and, uh, what planet are you from --London ?"

He laughs, amused at her words, "Yes, he also said. ... 'I just pulled the trigger'. Now, don't you think, that's interesting ?"

"Summer was shot to death by a drug dealer." She retorted, "And looks like Summer herself kept the guy pretty busy. You know, it's sad, it's ugly, but it's not rocket science. Something probably when south between them. She gets riddled with bullets and a nice little act of God takes him out."

"You know, it doesn't work like that, Detective." he said, "It's quite a neatly wrapped little present for the LAPD, don't you think ?"

"Why don't you tell me something ?" He bent his head to the side, raising an eyebrow intrigued in answer, "How's does she end up dying in a hailstorm of bullets, and you get away without a scratch ? I think that's interesting, don't you ?"

"The Benefits of Immortality." he replied, taking a sip from his glass.

" 'Immortality' ?" she repeated incredulously with a hint of mocking irony, turning the pages of her notepad to write it down at the end. "Mm, of course, uh, you spell that with one or two 'M' s ? I always forget."

"What will your corrupt little organization do about this ?"

"Excuse me ?"

"Will you find the person responsible ? Will they be punished ? Will this be a priority for you ? Because it is for me."

"You've got some balls on you, pal." she said, her arms crossing, studying him, not knowing if he was a prick … lunatic or something else …

"Oh, thank you very much, but they're really quite average."

"I bet."

"Now, are you sure that we haven't met ? I could swear I have seen you naked. Have we had sex ?"

'No, just a prick.'

"What ?" She narrowed her eyes in confusion and indignation, "Go to hell."

He smirked amused, but intrigued to say the least, "No, thank you. Much more fun here."

"We're done here." she said walking away, as he stood up to hold her back.

"Uh, Detective, wait ! Someone out there needs to be punished. We're not done." he protested.

"Yeah. Yeah, we are." she asserted, ending the conversation and walking away, as he watched her go in frustration.

Later that night, unable to sleep and too upset, Anakin plays piano, fingers flying, an intense version of Bowie's 'Lady Stardust'. Suddenly, he smashes the keys in a burst of atonal fury, his gaze fixed on something in front of him ... It's his reflection in the mirrored fireplace. That worrying face and disturbing him again. Without warning, he gets up and grabbed a lamp, which he threw through the mirror, shattering it to pieces.

Trace burst into the room, survey the damage, having heard a noise, without saying a word. Which only exasperated and infuriate him more. Eyes riveted on the broken mirror behind her, his reflection spoke volumes about his 'Darker Side'.

"Out with it, Trace ! Spit it out !"

"I'm curious, that's all."

"About ?"

"Why, this upsets you so much."

"There is someone out there that who deserves to be severely punished," He clenched his teeth, annoyed, insisting on every word, "And it's not. Going. To. Happen."

"Who cares ? Mortals die every day."

"Yes, insignificant ones ! Humans nothing who never add anything to this world. They only take and consume and die cowardly, pathetic deaths. But this was different ! … She was different."

Trace studies him, a mix of concern, disdain, and astonishment. Yet she had never seen him like this. This girl's death did affect him, although he probably won't admit it. "You care about her ... Don't you ?"

"Oh, please." he moaned, annoyed and indignant, "I care about punishing the responsible coward."

"Who are you right now ?"

Anakin comes closer, threateningly as does his reflection in the broken mirror behind her. "I don't mind the odd smart-assed remark, Trace. They can be quite amusing, but don't you dare disrespect me."

However, instead of retreating, she moved closer as well, then slipped her hands around his neck seductively. "The opposite is true, my dear. You are the Prince of frickin' Darkness, for Hell's sake. It's all well and good to take a vacation, and have fun in paradise with the low-hanging fruit. But you're losing sight of who you actually are, Anakin. You exist to punish and torture for a universal reason. Certainly not for a little human emotion such as 'love'."

He smirked, now sarcastic. "I am not 'human'. Take that back." He sighed and sat back down at his piano, playing a few notes. "The world was robbed of great talent. That makes me angry. It makes me want to punish someone. In very unholy ways. That's all."

She smirks, quite satisfied, and leans in .. her lips inch from his. "Does that mean we're going home ?"

He remains silent. Her smile fades, but she kissed him sensually on the cheek and slipped away, leaving him with his thoughts.

The next morning, on the Beach Coastline, across L.A., under a bridal arch in a large garden, as a wedding is about to be celebrated. The Devil decided to go there to play the spoilsport.

"If there is anyone here that would oppose this holy union, speak now or forever hold your peace." recited a priest.

"Excuse me." interrupted the Devil, bursting into this festive day. "Yeah. I have a problem." He walked towards the altar while the eyes of the guests were all on him. "Has-has anyone else how incredibly jaw-droppingly, loin-stirringly beautiful this young woman is ? And how short, sweaty and altogether fugly this homunculus is ? I mean, what is this -- a wedding or a kidnapping ? Do you know what I mean ?" he said to a guy sitting in the front row, long hair, black hat and gray suit.

"It's incredible !"

"Who is this guy ?" He could hear in the background.

"Yeah, good luck with that, Padre." he said as the priest made the sign of the cross, first touching his forehead with his fingertips with his right hand, then his breastbone and finally the front of the left shoulder, then the right one, mumbling in passing a few prayers, outraged. "Ooh, while you're at it, say hey for me. It's been a while." he chuckles, then patted the groom on the shoulder, "David Robertson ! Remember me ?"

"Yeah, hey man, this is a private event." he said, "How did you get in here ?"

"Yeah, and quite a lavish one," he retorted, ignoring his question and looking around, "For a record producer on the outs ?" He smiles proudly, "You do, remember me, don't you ?"

"Yeah, yeah," he replied, slightly annoyed, "I remember you. Now, what do you want ? I'm a little busy."

"Well, I can't believe that you're getting married the day after your ex-fiancé and once brightest star was murdered in cold blood."

"Yeah. That's very sad. But you know what, she already ruined my wedding once. I'm not about to let that happen again."

"It's hard to be rejected, isn't it, David ? Twice ?" he chuckles, glancing at the bride who remained stunned,

"What ?" she asks, confused, looking at her future husband waiting for an answer.

"Well, you tried to get her back recently." He corrected, "I mean, I'd kill someone if they denied me once. Not that that's possible. So, come on, what do you say, Dave, uh ? Did you want her dead ?"

"Look, stop," he interrupted, trying to pull him away from him, looking away, "Looking at me that way, you freak. I am not playing that mind game with you. No, of course not ! I was furious, and I was humiliated when she dumped me, but I think, -- I-I think I've rebounded pretty well."

"Yes, clearly, you have," He asserts, turning to his pretty future wife, "Respect."

"Should go play your mind games with 2-Pac." said David,

"The rapper ?" he wondered.

"Of course, Summer dumped me for that lunatic. They were always fighting. He slapped her around a bunch. He's surrounds himself with gun-toting morons 24-7. He is the real deal."

"Right," he said skeptically, then turned to her, looking her straight in the eye, "Sorry, how rude I am. Allow me to introduce myself, please. Anakin Skywalker."

"I really don't want to have sex with him tonight," she confessed, much to the amazement gasping of the guests. As the Devil turns, amused, to the shocked groom, "Oh, my …" she apologized, confused and dismayed, "I'm sorry, I … I can't believe I just said that."

"Oh, no, no, no. Let's be honest, here." he rejoiced, "I mean, you are not marrying this Hobbit stain 'cause you're actually in love with him, right ?"

"Oh, God, no." she retorted.

"No." he said, delighted, getting ready to leave, "Right," He claps, "I should get going. Ooh ! Best of luck with you crazy kids, all right ?" He wished them with a laugh mocking and glad, before leaving, proud of the mess and confusion he had sown as she drops the bouquet of flowers.

On the advice of Robertson, Anakin decided to pay a visit to the rapper with whom Summer was having an affair. He parked in front of a charming and huge luxury villa. He got out of his car and rang the doorbell. A second later, a man comes to open it.

"Good afternoon, sir."

"Yeah, this is it. I'm here to see the man sadly known as 2-Pac. Is he in ?"

"I'm sorry, sir." said the butler. "He's unavailable. He's in mourning, I'm afraid."

"Right, I've got narcotics for him," he retorted.

"Right, this way, sir."

"Can someone please turn down this god-awful music !" he asked. His words, however, fell on deaf ears, as the music continued unabated, "Hello, disc jockey." The music stopped, "Thank you."

"Who's this clown ?"

"He has narcotics for you, sir." replied the butler who had let him in.

"My name is Anakin Skywalker." he said, stepping forward,

" 'Anakin Skywalker' ?" He repeated with a laugh, "Now, that's a good hip-pop name."

"Well, that offends me." he retorted, to the rapper's astonishment.

"What ? What's wrong ?" He asks him, "Don't you like hip-pop ?"

"No, I most certainly do not." he replied, walking towards him.

"Well, that offends me." He retorted, standing up in front of him, amused, "You have a problem with Blacks people, mate ?"

"No, not in the slightest." He replied, "I just hate your music. And when I say your music, I mean 'YOUR' music. Not the music made by other black people. It's true, without the blues, there'd be no devil's music whatsoever. They are, of course, many giants in the field. Just not you-- am I being clear ?"

"Yeah," he chuckles, calmly with a nod, but annoyed. "You're being clear, all right."

"Good." He smirked.

"If you're looking to get yourself killed." he said, taking a step towards him, threateningly. While his pals stood up, drawing their guns.

"Yes, well, don't waste your munitions-- I'm immortal." he said, "Tell me about Summer."

"You ain't see the news ?" he asked, "That bitch is dead."

At his words, the Devil rushed at him, dragging him onto the balcony, smashing the window in the process. He rushed him over to the edge of the railing, and grabbing him by the collar, and the collar of his shirt to keep him from falling, holding his head and lower body down, above the hills. A bullet shot echoed on the balcony, which luckily didn't even touch Anakin.

"DON'T SHOOT, YOU IDIOT !" he yells at his friends, ready to shoot again then freezes, realizing there is nothing they can do. If Anakin falls and drops 2-Pack, he'll descend even lower. "I didn't kill her," he gasped, giddy and scared to death with fear of heights,

"Why should I believe you ?"

"Because I was in love with her. I-I loved that girl."

"People sometimes kill people with whom, they're love." He replied, "The heart's mysterious works in a strange way. So, … I'm told."

"Ain't like that," he said, scared, "She drive me crazy !"

"Women can do that." he retorted, "Doesn't mean you should beat them up, does it ?"

"We worked that a long time ago. I hit her once 'cause I found out she was cheating on me."

He looked at him for a moment, analyzing every word he had just said. He could feel he was telling him the truth and picked him up, setting him back on the terrace. He gasped heavily, at the fear he had just had.

"All right," he said, delighted. "With whom ?"

"I-I don't know. I don't know. She wouldn't tell me, all right ?" he said between two jerky breaths. He gave him an unconvinced look, "Said it was a big secret some-some-uh, rich married guy."

"Well, does she have a friend that she might've confided in ?"

"She didn't trust no one, man." He replied, "Uh, uh, her therapist. Her therapist is probably the only one who knows. She's-she's some, uh, uh Dr Satine something-uh at-in-in Beverly Hills. She saw her, like-uh, five times a week, but on lose day. Used a fake name and everything."

"Oh, did she now ?" he exclaimed, "Well," He patted the shoulder and getting ready to leave, "Thank you for your time."

"LAPD !" a voice said, bursting into the room, pointing her gun and stepping forward holding the butler by the shoulder. "Guns down. On the floor, down !" she ordered, "You two against the wall."

"Detective," Anakin said, delighted to see her there, "Welcome to the party."

"Grab the bucket, collect the guns." she ordered, "Now !" At her words, the butler walked over to the gunmen and retrieved their weapons from the ground, which he placed inside.

"Oh, you snippy sly dog," he smirked, amused and curious, "You did listen to me."

"I ran the dead guy's cell phone," she replied, putting away her gun and stepping towards him, "2-Pac was the last person he called."

"Oh, no, shit ! Come on, man." exclaimed this latter.

"What I find highly very strange, interesting," she said, "Is how you made the connection on your own ?"

"Well, I've been busy, my dear." he replied,

She ignored his statement and turned to the rapper. "Talk to me about Summer."

"We've been over that one, Detective.""And why you call the shooter two days before she was murdered ?"

"Fine," he replied, "Yeah, I called Ethan 'cause he hooks me up sometimes. So he met Summer through me, but whatever. Who cares ? Don't make me a killer, do it ?"

"No, but it does make you a suspect."

"What ?" he said indignantly, "So, everyone on Ethan's phone's a suspect ? Are you joking ? You gonna drag half of Hollywood downtown. Be like the Oscars or something."

"Hey," his mate cried from behind him, "Hey, wait aren't you that chick from that film ?"

"Hmm, what's this ? What film ?" Anakin asked, interested, as she closed her eyes, embarrassed at being recognized, "You used to be an actress or something, right ?"

"Yeah," she admitted, nodding.

"That teen movie-- I forget what it's called." he added, then turning to his mate,

"I don't know."

"Of course, 'Hot Tub High School'." He admitted, smiling, "That's where I know you from."

"Let's just stick to my question, shall we ? So-"

"The one with that famous nude scene coming out of the hot tub !" He interrupted, turning to them, "It was like a complete 'Fast Times' rip-off. She was, like, the new Phoebe Cates ! "

"Thanks," she said, embarrassed and wanting to change the conversation, "I appreciate that."

"That was quite a nude scene." he said, looking her up and down, smiling.

"I have far too many bullets in this thing for you still be talking." she warns him, just before turning to her suspect, "You, we have to have a conversation, right now-"

"That's a waste of time, Detective." He interrupted her, "I've just threatened his life-- he's not our guy. He would have said, trust me."

She blinked in disbelief, thinking she misheard, "You did what ?"

"Yeah," the rapper confirmed, still a little stunned by the feeling of dizziness that ran through his body. "This-isn't that illegal ?"

"Uh, little bit." she replied, nodding briskly, "Yeah, you stay put. Don't move from there." She pulled the handcuffs out of her pocket, "You, you're coming with me," she said, grabbing his arms, handing them over to him.

"What ? Ooh !" he asks, then chuckles, letting her do it. "With pleasure."

"At least, perhaps now, you'll listen to me." Anakin said, as she dragged him out of the villa to her car. "Although, I'm not quite sure why I'm being arrested."

"Because, you're interfering with a police investigation." she replied as she walked past him, "Because you've broken I can't even count how many laws." She opened the door to her car, "And you pissed me off."

"Right, I can get out of these, you know ?"

"Funny." she retorted, as he pulled them back in front of her and handed them, as she took them, confused, "How'd you do that ?"

He sighs, impatiently. "Oh, Come on, we're wasting time. We should be out there solving a homicide and punishing those responsible."

" 'We' ?" she repeated, indignant and annoyed, "You're insane. I'm taking you in. Get in the car."

"No, no," he protested, preventing her from handcuffing him, "That's not funny.

That's boring. Not to mention pointless. Come on, I'll help you, it'll be fun."

"How could you possibly help me ?"

"I have a certain skills set. I can be very persuasive with people." he smirks, "And I tend to see things that others cannot."

"So, you're, uh-psychic or something ?"

"No, I can't read people's minds. I'm not a 'Jedi'." he said, "People just like to tell me things."

"Hmm," she nodded, skeptical. "Just-just tell you things ? Just confess their sins, to you, just like that ?"

"No, not their sins." He corrected, "I have no power over people's sins. I actually get a bad rap for that. I have the ability to draw's people's forbidden desires. It's like a kind of gift. The more simple the human, the easier it is. The more complex, the more challenging and exciting, really. But no, the actual sins. The sins are on you people."

" 'You people' ?" she repeated, confused.

"Hmm," he nodded, as she understood what he meant.

"Oh, I got it." she said, smiling. "I got it ! That's all very clear. The name ? The whole Anakin thing ? And desire's, like, your superpower."

"Mm, it's more like a gift from God, really." he smiles, "Okay, look." He took a step towards her, as she cleared her throat, "Tell me, Detective." he said, looking her straight in the eye. "What do you desire more than anything else in this life ?"

"What, this is it ? This is your big trick ?" she asks him, not at all impressed. He tilted his head to the side in response, but not letting go of her gaze, and persevering. She gasped briefly, then frowned in confusion. "I guess … when I was a little girl, I… I always wanted to be a cop like my daddy, and uh-" She smiled at this thought, "So that … that one day I could help people and … be taken seriously … when I say to shut up and get in the damn car."

He blinked, as his mischievous smile faded, and he studied her, both disturbed and fascinated by her. "You're not, like, a Jedi or something, are you ?" he asked, stunned and confused that his gift isn't working on her.

"Get in the car." she repeated.

"No, no, no, no, no." he protested, stepping back. "Look. I know something you don't know."

"Ah, really ?" she said, at the end of her patience. "What's that ?"

"Won't say, unless you take me with you on this." he smirked at her dismay, "Please, come on. I got to 2-Pac, didn't I ?"

"Why, do you care about this so much ?" she asks, "About Summer ?"

"Look, uh-I… I just… I just do, that's all." he replied. "Look, if I hadn't meddled with her career, maybe she wouldn't have died."

"Okay, okay. Fine." she said, nodding, convinced by his words, which delighted him, and made him smile. "But if this little clue thing of yours doesn't pan out," She shows him the handcuffs, "These are going back, and they're gonna stay on."

"It that a promise ?" he smirked.

She smirked, amused, but wry, nodding, and forced him into the car.

"Yes, therapist in Beverly Hills with the first name Satine." Ahsoka said, a headset connected to her phone, behind the wheel of her car. "See, if Summer was one of her clients."

"Ah-ah, actually," Anakin said, in the back, a wire mesh separating them, as she looked in the rearview mirror, "She had a pseudonym, which I also happen to know. I'm quite good at this, aren't I ?" he smiles proudly. "Uh, Kelly Hale."

"Summer may have gone by 'Kelly Hale'. Thanks." She said before hanging up, glanced in the rearview mirror as he looked at her smiling which made her a little uncomfortable, "Don't look so smug. Nothing's panned out yet."

"No, no, no, it's not that." he smirked, "It's just that I knew that I recognized you."

"OK, right," she said, rolling her eyes, smiling ironically. "Right, you've seen my boobies," She shrugs, "That's exciting. What are you, 12 ?"

"But is the, uh … is the movie why you've got such a chip on your shoulder ? That you constantly seem on the defensive ?"

"Uh, it's low on the list of things I have to live down, I guess. There are other things I wish people would forget from time to time."

"Alright, attractive female cop struggling to be taken seriously in a man's man's world -- that's it ?"

"Yeah," she admits with a nod. "Something like that."

"Well, they're threatened. You're clearly smart and have notable instincts. Ignore them. Trust yourself."

She was silent for a moment, considering his words. The ringing of her phone snapped out of her thoughts, "Detective Tano." she said, picking up. "All right, text it to me. Thanks."

"What's that ?" he asks, intrigued.

She sighed, dismayed and reluctant, "What you were saying stands up." she replied. "There's a Kelly Hale who sees a Dr. Satine Kryze in Beverly Hills."

"Excellent." he rejoices, "I'll clear my schedule." The phone rings again, "Ooh, someone's popular."

"Please, stop talking." She said, glancing in the rearview mirror, then picked up, "Hello. … What ? You're kidding me. Is she okay ?" She sighs in annoyance, "Oh, of course he's not there. Thanks." She took the headset off and looked up in the rearview mirror, "We got to make a pit stop."

"What ? No, absolutely not-" he protested.

"My kid got into a fight at school, and I got to pick her up."

"What ? Can't she get herself home on her own like everyone else ?"

"She is seven."

"Look, I'm not here to help run errands." he argued, "I'm here to help you solve a homicide."

"Really ?" she retorted, amused while skidding as she turned sharply at the next crossroads, tipping him to the other side of the seat.

"All right, wait here," she said, turning off the engine, and unbuckling her seat belt, after pulling up right outside her daughter's school.

"With pleasure," he retorted, as she got out of the car, "Despite children."

He got out of the car to smoke, when a pretty young lady with blond curls and in a little dress walked past him. He smiled proudly and excited, then followed her inside the school. Unfortunately, he lost sight of her and went to sit on a bench, annoyed.

"I don't think you're allowed to smoke in here." a small voice interrupted him as he was about to light his cigarette with his lighter.

He looked up at the little girl sitting on the bench next to him, "Oh, dear," he retorted, "What will become of me ?"

"My mother is a police officer," she said, "She could arrest you."

At her words, he dropped his lighter completely, snaps shut it and turned to the little girl, smiling. He felt a little stupid that he hadn't made the connection earlier. She had blue eyes and her shoulder-length hair was a dark sand blonde color with a few streaks of blue like her mother. "Oh, I think I might know your mother."

"What's your name ?"

"Anakin."

Her eyes widened in surprise, whispering, "Like the devil ?"

"Exactly." he smiles, delighted.

"My name's Elysabeth, but everybody calls me 'Lyzzie' or even 'Beth' sometimes."

He tilted his head to the side, "That's a hooker's name."

"What's a 'hooker' ?" she asks, frowning, confused.

"Ask your mother." he replied. "So … uh, why, are you in trouble ?"

"See that girl over there ?" Lyzzie said pointing at her as he looked in her direction,

"The ugly one ?"

"Yeah. She was bullying me. She made a fake Snapchat account, and used to make fun of me. So … I kicked her in the no-no-touch-touch square." He frowned in confusion as she pointed to his crotch.

"Oh, Oh, I see," he understood, smiling at her, amused. "Well played. Well played indeed." Without saying a word, he got up and went to crouch down in front of Lyzzie's little stalker. "Hello, mean girl." he smirked, as she rolled her eyes ironically, "Did you know there's a special section in Hell reserved for little bitches bullies just like you ? So … have fun." He smiles at her, then his eyes widen and turn red, making her scream in terror, much to Ahsoka's daughter's amusement.

"What did you do ?" Ahsoka asked, walking out of the headmistress's office after hearing screams.

"Uh-I just think someone feeling a little guilty." Anakin replied, his eyes turning blue again and straightening, as she shook her head in disbelif, and rolled her eyes ironically, looking at her daughter who was still giggled amused. "Isn't that right, child ?"