Jack stared at Dean, who was gulping down his water quickly. They were in an interrogation room because Detective Munroe asked him through Bobby to question him. Jack knew without hearing it that Dean was now a suspect.

"I didn't do it," Dean said once he was finished. His accent was stronger than Bobby's, making it difficult for Jack to catch his words sometimes.

"I'm not saying you did. I just want to know what happened. I'm putting it on record."

"I don't really know what happened."

"What do you mean, you don't know?"

"I don't. I swear. I was away for business, and I came back to find a note from Paula saying she'd gone out with a friend. I didn't think anything of it. Then I heard about the fire. I went into town. I saw the mess. I couldn't get a hold of Paula, so I knew something was wrong. I went home, hoping to find her, and I found a man all hooded up holding a gun and telling me to get lost or he'd kill me. He told me to leave the continent and never come back. I came here to get Bobby for help, but my flight got all messed up and got me stuck in Europe for a few days, so it's taken me longer to get here than it should have, and I didn't know where to find Bobby since I've never been here. I just found this place today, and now I'm here talking to you."

"The man with the gun, was there anything about him you could remember?"

"He had a voice changer on. You know, those things that alter your voice."

"I'm familiar with it."

"I was terrified. I think he's killed my wife, erm, Jack is it?" Dean said, looking for a name tag.

"Yes. Okay. I'll pass this along to Detective Munroe."

"Thank you. Bobby's over there, you said?"

"Yes."

"He's probably sick with grief," Dean said, holding his head in his hands. "It's my fault. I should have come home sooner."

"Don't do that," Jack told him. "It's no one's fault except the person who did this."

"Oh, God. Do you think it was planned? It coincided with my business trip, like they wanted me out of the way."

"Do you know why Paula was with Mac?"

"Mac was with her?! Oh God. Did he do it? I'll kill him," Dean said, starting to stand up, his fists clenched.

"Sit down," Jack ordered, and Dean obeyed.

"I wouldn't really kill him. I don't have the stomach for blood. I faint. Ask anyone."

"Why would Mac be with her?" Jack asked, changing the subject.

"I really don't know. That's the extent of my knowledge. Wish I had more for you, mate."

"It's all right. Do you have a hotel you're staying at?"

"Yes. I managed to get one. I was hoping to stay with Bobby, but I guess since he's not here..."

"We will reimburse you for the hotel," Jack confirmed.

"Oh, no, no. It's all right."

"It's our pleasure, Dean. Thank you for coming here. I hope we can resolve this quickly."

"Thank you, Jack. Bobby always said you were good."

Jack gave a tight smile as Dean got up to leave. Jack escorted him out, and then he went back inside to call Munroe.

...

Bobby's mind was reeling again. Mac was the one dead, not Dean. Mac had been with Paula. Mac's prints had been in the house. There was a gun missing. Had he done a murder-suicide? How was the fire lit then? Nothing made sense at all. He was sitting in Munroe's office still, and he heard Munroe talking to someone in the background.

"That was Jack," he said after. "Dean filled in some blanks, but we still don't know who did this."

"I can't wrap my head around it," Bobby said. He felt sick.

"Go home," Munroe urged. "I'll call you if I think of something."

"All right." Bobby didn't really want to go home, but there was no point in sitting there any longer.

...

Tara was walking past Ginny's room when she saw her furiously ripping something up. She paused slightly, watching, but she moved away quickly before Ginny saw her. Tara wondered what it was. She waited until Ginny went downstairs and left the house before creeping into her room. She peered into the garbage can and picked out the remains of what appeared to be a photograph. She put it in her pocket and went downstairs, not wanting Ginny to catch her in there. She saw Bobby pull up in the truck and smiled. She watched him walk towards the house, his lanky gait moving slow. She noticed his face was upset.

"What's wrong?" she asked when he came in. He sat on the couch and put his head into his hands.

"Dean's alive," he answered. She sank down beside him, shocked.

"What? How did you find out?"

"He's in D.C. at the office. He went looking for me."

"So...who was with...?"

"Mac," Bobby answered. "Mac was with my mum. I don't know what happened. All I know is that he was here, he took a gun, and now he and my mother are dead. What does that leave?"

"I...I don't know," Tara said.

"I can't imagine him killing her," Bobby shook his head. "I know they fought a lot, and he was mean to her at times, but he never physically hurt her. I just don't understand."

"Maybe it just looks that way but isn't what really happened?" Tara suggested.

"I don't know anymore," Bobby sighed. Then he looked around. "Where's Ginny?"

"She went outside. I don't know where. I saw her ripping up this," she finished, pulling out the pieces of the photo. She handed them to Bobby, who put them back together on the coffee table.

"It's Mum and Mac. They're really young here," he said. "How did she get this?"

"I don't know..."

"More importantly, why rip it up?" he pondered. Then, they heard a loud click, and Bobby looked up to find himself staring at the barrel of his stepfather's missing gun.

...

Sue found Jack at his desk going over everything Dean had told him.

"I came as fast as I could," Sue said, joining him. Levi flopped onto the floor and closed his eyes. He hadn't appreciated losing sleep.

"Thanks. I know it's late. I just feel like something isn't right," Jack said.

"About what?" she asked.

"That's what I haven't figured out," Jack replied, rubbing his face. Sue watched him look at his phone and then answer it. She watched his lips move and furrowed her brow. It seemed serious.

"What is it?" she asked when he hung up.

"Detective Munroe. He can't get a hold of Bobby," Jack replied, dialing again. Bobby's phone rang and rang, but no one answered. Jack looked at the receiver briefly before setting it down.

"Where is he?" Sue asked, worried.

"I don't know. He's heading out to the house."

"You don't think..?" Sue trailed off. Jack met her eyes.

"I really hope not."

...

Munroe was getting up to go over to Bobby's house when he saw it. He frowned, bending over the paperwork. He'd been going through everyone's phone calls, and since Mac was their new dead guy, he went through his too. Looking at them all side by side. He noticed a familiar number that called Mac as well as Paula on the same day. He picked it up.

"Oh, shit," he said, suddenly realizing. He burst out of his office, calling for back up. He had to get to Bobby now.

...

"Surprise," Ginny said softly, her gun aimed at Tara and Bobby. He gave her a steely glare in response.

"You," Tara murmured.

"Yes, me. I knew you'd never put it together, so I figured I might as well end this before anyone else figures it out."

"So you killed Mum and Mac," Bobby said. "Why?" He felt his phone vibrating in his back pocket, and he hoped that it was Munroe calling. He hoped the detective would realize something was wrong cos Bobby always answered his phone.

"Why do you think?!" Ginny snapped. "They gave me away."

"My mother gave you away. What does Mac have to do with it?" Bobby demanded. Ginny moved in closer.

"Because. He is my father too. Apparently your mother didn't want to have a child with him so young...she didn't think they'd end up together, so she gave me away. She gave me to a family who didn't love me. I was beaten. I was abused. I was violated," Ginny said, her voice cracking a little. "And then I found out that not only did Paula have another child and keep it, but she had one with him. Mac. So they ended up together after all and raised a child together."

"Mac left when I was-"

"Save it! I don't want to hear it!" Ginny shrieked. "The point is, they kept you. Why you and not me? Huh? So I ended them. They deserved it."

"You're really that angry about the actions of someone who was 17 years old?" Bobby asked. Ginny struck him with the gun then, making him grunt in pain. Tara launched herself onto her, making them fall to the floor. Ginny managed to come out on top, but Bobby grabbed her into a hold.

"Run!" he shouted to Tara, who scrambled to her feet and ran for the back door. Ginny elbowed Bobby in the throat and fired her gun, striking Tara in the leg. She fell onto the floor, rolling over to look at Ginny as she approached her.

"There aren't going to be any happy endings around here," she whispered. Tara attempted to move out of the way, but she wasn't fast enough.

"NO!" Bobby screamed as Ginny fired. The bullet struck Tara in the chest, and she fell to the floor on her face, not moving.

"TARA!"

"Oh SHUT UP!" Ginny shrieked, pointing her gun back at Bobby. "I lost everything!"

"You did it to yourself!" he yelled. He was shaking with rage. First his parents, now Tara. He was seething inside.

"I didn't give myself a horrible childhood, Bobby Manning," Ginny said.

"Maybe not, but it wasn't a good reason to kill them, and why did you spare Dean?" Bobby asked, buying some time. He thought he could hear a car coming up the drive. He couldn't keep his eyes off of Tara, who still wasn't moving. He wanted to go to her, but he was cornered.

"Because he wasn't a part of it. I'm not a total monster."

"Tara wasn't a part of it either," Bobby pointed out.

"You love her. That's reason enough for me," Ginny shrugged.

"You're pure evil," Bobby spat.

"Well, one of us had to be," Ginny smiled, sneering. "Goodbye, brother."

"POLICE! FREEZE!"

Bobby ducked and rolled as Ginny fired the same time Munroe and his team crashed into the house.

"Put the gun down!" Munroe shouted at Ginny. She dropped it, closing her eyes as she was handcuffed. Bobby hurried over to Tara as Munroe talked into his phone, calling for an ambulance.

"Tara," Bobby said, turning her over in his arms. He was surprised to see her looking back at him.

"What a bitch," Tara groaned.

"You're...you're okay," he said. "But...she shot you..."

"And this saved me," Tara told him, pulling out her brother's large cross from under her shirt. "He said he'd always protect me." Bobby saw the bullet lodged into the center of the cross.

"Well I'll be," he said in awe.

"You all right here?" Munroe asked, coming over to them.

"She's been shot in the leg, but she'll be all right I think," Bobby replied.

"I knew something was wrong when you didn't answer your phone. You always answer it," Munroe said wryly. "When Jack said he hadn't heard from you either, it confirmed something was up. Then I saw that Ginny had called Mac too, which made me realize she asked him to come here to meet her. It all fit."

"I can't believe it was her," Bobby said, watching them put Ginny into the back of a cruiser.

"Sometimes it's the one you least expected. She killed her adoptive parents too. We just got confirmation," Munroe said sadly.

"She'll be put away for life I hope," Bobby said.

"Presumably so."

"So she took the gun. We just assumed Mac did," Bobby mused, feeling badly about accusing his father of murder now.

"It seemed logical at the time. There was no evidence of her here."

The paramedics came and tended to Tara's leg while Bobby called Jack to tell him what happened.

"Dean is heading back now," Jack said. "I just told him. He wants to be there for the funerals."

"Okay," Bobby replied. "Thanks for everything, mate."

"I'm just glad you guys are all right," Jack responded.

"You know us. We're tough," Bobby said, catching Tara's gaze. He smiled at her, and she smiled back.

Whooooweeee! What a chapter. I was on the edge of my seat just writing it. One chapter left, folks!