A Fresh Start
Chapter One Hundred Fifty
Jeffrey rolls to his side and then turns back over to his back. He hated have to sleep this way, but the ribs wouldn't let him sleep on his side. Rolling over, Sam watches him. "It's only until they heal." She says.
"I can't hold you." He says softly.
"You hold me just fine. She says, moving over to him. Lifting his arm, she lays her head on his chest and then lays an arm across his waist. They lay there for a few moments before Sam says. "I think your ribs are healing."
"Why do you say that?"
"Because you're breathing deeper and you're not wincing in pain." She says, leaning up to look down at him.
"Maybe it had to do with last night." He says, reaching up to slowly move his fingers down her face.
"We're not doing that again, not until Dr. Stephens releases you."
"But…."
"You could've been seriously injured last night."
"But I wasn't."
"And I'm not going to be the reason you are." Sam says, as someone knocks on the door downstairs.
"What now?" Jeffrey grumbles."
"Stay, I'll see who it is and take care of it." Sam says, leaning down to kiss him quickly before getting out of bed. Reaching for her robe as he whistles and she says. "Not until he releases you." She says, walking out of the room and Jeffrey lies down, staring at the ceiling. He hears the door open downstairs and then he hears Sam say. "Thank you, I'll give these to Jeffrey and then I'll bring them by City Hall." He hears someone reply and then Sam closes the door.
A few moments later, she appears in the door way and he asks. "Who was it?"
"A messenger from Stacey there is some things she needs you to sign and then I have to take them back to City Hall." Sam says, walking over to the bed. Handing him and envelop as she climbs back into the bed, being careful not to jostle the bed too much. Jeffrey takes the envelope and opens it, pulling out the papers. He looks over them and then looks at a file that Stacey included. Private files were not to leave City Hall, so he was surprised to find it in the envelope. Flipping the folder open, he begins to read as Sam watches him. "What is it?"
"It's a report from Noah." Jeffrey says, looking over the file.
"Is it about Patrick?" Sam asks
"No, Olivia."
"Olivia?"
"Yes, after the break in and Reva told us that there was a women tied to it and that she was tied to me I asked Noah to have a couple agents look into her past. I didn't think anything about it until the other day when I asked him to look into Patrick's past. So he sent me the report." Jeffrey says, looking at the file.
"Does it say anything?"
"No, nothing but the usual stuff." Jeffrey says, handing her that file.
Sam takes the file and begins to look it over, reading the different things that Noah was able to find out. She's about a third of the way through the report when she spots a name. "Here, something." She says, showing him the name.
"Reginald Simmons."
"Yes, I've heard that name before." Sam says, looking at it.
"You have, how?"
"Let me think." Sam says, staring at the name for several seconds. "Of course, it's the name of the guy that Mr. Marler thought was connected to Phillip Spaulding."
"Ross?"
"Yes, remember I told you that he had contacted the agency about Phillip a few weeks before his death. This was name was in one of the reports the agents brought back to us. This guy was somehow connected to Phillip."
"And now he's connected to Olivia. Does that reports say when Olivia was supposed to have met Mr. Simmons?" Jeffrey asks.
Sam looks down at the report. "It says it was sometime in 2003, that's all."
"Of course."
"What?"
"Olivia left Springfield for several months after I arrived in Springfield before Emma was born."
"So you think this Reginald guy worked for Phillip."
"As paranoid as Phillip was the last months he was in Springfield, yeah I think he did. He would have used any means he could to hang onto a Spaulding heir."
"Ugh." Sam says, shaking her head.
"What?"
"It reminds me of my dad, insisting that we preserve our southern heritage. "We must never forget what our ancestors did to fight for our way of life." Sam says, mimicking her father's voice. "Only this time it's about holding onto a Spaulding heir."
"I wonder how Olivia met Mr. Simmons and what their relationship was or is."
"You think she still sees him."
"If I know Phillip or the Spaulding and their employees they never forget who they work for." Jeffrey says, moving to sit up.
"What are you doing?" Sam asks.
"I'm only sitting up. I can't lie flat on my back all day." Jeffrey says, as she reaches for her pillow.
"Alright, can you set up more?" She asks. He sits up and she puts her pillow behind him and he leans back. "Do you think that this was the S that's connected to Olivia and the break in?" Sam asks.
"I don't know, maybe. But Reva only said that there was a man with an S in his name connected to the robbery and she didn't say that Olivia was."
"But you think she is?"
"She's the only woman I know that would want to hurt you."
"What about all the women you had after…."
"We never got that close and we all went our separate ways quickly enough. Olivia is the only that would want to see you hurt." Jeffrey says, reaching up to brush Sam's hair back.
"So, what do we do?"
"We let Frank talk to Schultz and the detective and if Olivia's involved, he'll find out."
"And the report?"
"We keep the report."
"You want to protect Ava."
"Yes, she doesn't need to believe that Olivia would knowingly hurt her father."
"No, just that she would try to hurt her." Sam says, looking at him.
Jeffrey doesn't reply, he just closes the file and then reaches for the paper that Stacey sent over. "Are you meeting Ava today?"
"I might after I take these to Stacey."
"Okay."
"Why?"
"I was just curious. You've got to meet Cassie and Reva this afternoon too."
"The final fitting for our dresses, mine will fit fine." Sam says, getting up. "You're supposed to meet Richard too."
"Would you let me off restriction to take care of wedding details?" Jeffrey asks, looking at her.
"You need to lie still."
"I promise I'll be careful and I will rest as much as possible, but this is important to Richard and Cassie."
"Alright, but I want you to come right back to the loft after you met with Richard, and nothing more." Sam says, looking at him.
He reaches for her. "Thank you, because I can't stay another day in this loft, as much as I love being here with you if I have to…."
"I know." She says, smiling at him. "Just please…."
"I'll be careful. I'll even take a dose of medication to make it easier for me."
"Thank you. I'll go make us something to eat." She says, moving to get up.
"Sam." He says, reaching for her. She turns to him. "How is the baby?"
"He's fine." She says, with a smile, laying her hand on her stomach.
Jeffrey smiles as he watches her leave the room before he begins to look over the papers for Stacey sent over. Signing everything he needed to sign and leaving notes on the rest before he puts them back into the envelope. When he's finished, he pushes the covers back, getting up, he slowly shuffles out of the room. He was finding it easier to move around and breath he realizes as he walks downstairs as Sam is about to come upstairs. She looks up when she hears him coming down the stairs. "I was coming to you." He says, walking down the last of the stairs as she pauses with the tray in hand.
"I was bringing this…."
"I know you were, but I'm not spending the day lying around. I'll eat at the table and then I'll take a shower and you can rebandage my ribs and my head and then we'll get dressed to meet Richard and Cassie at Company." Jeffrey says, leaning over to kiss her.
"You realize that you can't do too much."
"Yes, and I'll be careful that I don't over do it." Jeffrey says, walking over to the table.
"Okay, fine." Sam says, following him.
When they finished eating, Jeffrey went to shower while Sam cleaned up the kitchen. She was waiting when he finished, re-taping his ribs and the cut over his left eye, opting for just a band-aid instead of the bandage he had when he came home from the hospital. When she was finished, he went to the couch to lie down until she was ready to go. They left together. Sam drove over to City Hall, running the envelope in to Stacey before they head to Company. When they walk in, Reva, Cassie, Harley, Richard, Josh, Billy is waiting. Most of them were surprised to see Jeffrey with Sam. Cassie walks over to them, hugging Sam, she turns to Jeffrey. "Are you sure?"
"Yes, I'll be fine."
"I'm glad you're alright." She says, hugging him gently being careful not to squeeze too tight as Richard walks over to him.
"Thank you for coming." He says, reaching for Jeffrey's hand.
"I wouldn't miss this." Jeffrey says, looking at Cassie.
"So, are we all ready?" Cassie asks, looking at Reva, Harley and Sam."
"Yes." The girls nod.
"Then lets go." Cassie says, turning to Richard. "I'll see you later."
"Yes, have fun ladies." He says, smiling as they walk out of the restaurant.
After they leave, Jeffrey turns to Richard. "Where's William? I heard they've reached a date." Jeffrey says, remembering Ava saying that Parliament had decided to put the vote to the people.
"Yes, two weeks from tomorrow. San Cristobel will either be a democracy again or it will stay a monarchy." Richard says.
"Will you go back, if they vote for democracy?" Jeffrey asks.
"No, this is my home now." Richard replies, as Billy walks up.
"What happened?" He asks, looking at Jeffrey. He had been talking to Josh and he hadn't been listening to the news lately because he was working with Ava to get the new department setup.
"Umm, I was involved in a car accident Monday night." Jeffrey says, looking at Billy.
"What happened?"
"I was on my way back to the house from the loft and a teenager rear-ended me. He did see that I was stopped at the light outside because he was sending a text while driving. He never slowed down and neither one of us were wearing our seatbelts. He was thrown from his car and I was thrown into my steering wheel."
"Did he…?"
"No, he didn't survive. He hit my tailgate and the impact crushed his chest, killing him almost instantly." Jeffrey says, sadly.
"We should all do something about teens and texting while they drive." Richard says. "In a few years, RJ will be there."
"It's a matter of education." Josh says, speaking for the first time. "It would be something we could implement at the youth center." Everyone looks at him for a moment.
"We need to go, I told the tailor we would be there by eleven." Richard says, turning to Buzz. "Buzz, we'll be back for lunch." He says.
"Good, I'm glad you're alright Jeffrey." He says, looking at him.
"Thanks."
They leave.
Frank, Mallet and Schultz land in DC around nine am. None of them checked luggage so they walk quickly to the front of the Dulles. Frank hails a cab, while Mallet holds onto Schultz. When one stops they all get in and as Frank closes the door, the cabby asks. "Where to gentlemen?"
"Reston Police Department." Frank says.
"Okay." He says, putting the cab in gear and pulling out, joining the traffic leaving the airport.
An hour later, they pull up to the Reston Police Department. Frank hands the cabby the fare and then opens the door. Getting out, he helps Schultz out, followed by Mallet. The cab leaves as they walk into the station. There is a tall man sitting at the desk Sergeants desk as they walk in. "May I help you?" He asks, looking at them suspiciously.
"Yes, my name is Chief Frank Cooper of the Springfield Police Department. I need to speak to a Detective Russell Rossi."
"Detective Rossi is in court. Who are these guys?" The desk Sergeant asks, nodding to Schultz and Mallet.
"This is my prisoner and the other one is my Detective, Detective AC Mallet."
"You brought this guy in from Springfield?" The desk Sergeant asks.
"Yes, he's wanted in connection with a break in that happened early this summer. We picked him up a few days ago for solicitation and disturbing the peace. When will Detective Rossi be back?"
"He should be out of court around four. You can leave the prisoner here and…."
"We'll come back at four." Frank says, turning to leave. Mallet follows with Schultz.
"What do we do now?" Mallet asks.
"I'm hungry so we'll go get lunch and then check into our hotel and wait." Frank says.
"How do we do that? We didn't get a rental car." Mallet asks, as one of the officers come out of the station.
"Excuse me." Frank says, stopping the young man.
"Yes sir." He says, stopping to face them.
"We're waiting for Detective Rossi…."
"I believe he's in court until…."
"We know he's in court until four. What we need is a rental car so that we can check into our hotel. Is there one close by?"
"The closest rental agency is across town. I am headed that way if you like I can drop you off there."
"That would be very much appreciated."
"May I ask who you are?" The officer asks.
"I'm Chief Frank Cooper and my detective AC Mallet and this is a prisoner we're delivering to Detective Rossi."
"If you want, you can leave the prisoner with the jailer. All prisoner exchanges are processed through the jail at the courthouse." The officer says.
"That would make things a lot easier." Mallet says to Frank.
"Alright, can you take us to the courthouse, so that we can turn this man over to them?" Frank asks the officer.
"Of course, Sir." He says, turning to walk south with Frank, Mallet and Schultz only a couple steps behind him. "It's only a couple of blocks over. I'm surprised that Detective Rossi didn't tell you to go there in the first place."
"I wasn't able to get back in touch with him after he asked us to deliver the prisoner."
"Where are you guys from?"
"Springfield."
"Really, I'm for just north of Laurel Falls." He says, shaking his head.
"How did you get to DC?"
"Well, I was born in Laurel Falls. My family moved to DC when my father was transferred here for the Army."
"You've lived here all your life?" Mallet asks.
"For most of it, I spent a few years in upstate New York for college, but then my dad got sick and I had to come home. I've been here on the force since then. I'm finishing my masters in Criminal Justice at Georgetown. Someday I want to work for the NIS."
"Thought you had to military to work for them." Mallet says.
"No, Jeffrey's not. I'm not sure about Sam."
"You know NIS agents."
"A couple of retired agents, yes." Frank says, as the officer shakes his head. "This man is actually accused of breaking into one of their apartments."
"He broke… he's accused of breaking into one of the agents apartments. Is he stupid?" The officer asks as Mallet chuckles.
"I'm not sure. You'll have to ask him." Frank says, looking at Schultz. He says nothing. "I guess he doesn't want to talk right now?" Frank says, when Schultz doesn't say anything.
They walk up to a courthouse, standing in the middle of a square. It looks like any other courthouse square from Middle American, large brick building with a bell tower and clock in the middle. American and State flags hanging from flag poles in the middle of the court yard, close to the gazebo. "The jail is underground." The officer says, as Schultz looks up.
"What?" He demands.
The officer turns to look at him. "I said the jail is underground."
"No, no, I can't, no." Schultz says, looking at Frank and Mallet.
"Be quiet." The young officer says, looking at Schultz. "If you did the crime, you'll pay the consequences."
"No, you don't understand. I can't go underground. My dad used to lock me in the cellar, for days. I'm claustrophobic. I can't be where I can't see outside." Schultz pleads, as they start downstairs.
"Then how did you handle prison?" Mallet asks.
"I didn't know until they locked me up, please. I can't." He says, dragging his feet.
"Was there anything in his file that said he was claustrophobic?" Mallet asks Frank.
"No, not a word."
"Please, I'm telling you the truth. Don't make me go down there." Schultz pleads as they walk the last case of stairs.
"Let's go." Frank says, dragging a struggling Schultz down the final stairs and down a short hallway.
"What's up, Mitch?" The jailer asks, as they walk up to the door.
"I've got a prisoner transfer for Detective Rossi."
"Let me check." The jailer says, as Schultz looks wildly around, pulling away from Mallet who tightens his hand around his arm.
"Yeah, we're expecting a Chief Cooper from Springfield." The jailer says, looking up.
"That's me." Frank says, reaching for his badge as Schultz breaks Mallets hold and turns to run.
The young officer is the first to react. Spinning, he running after Schultz and tackles him before he reaches the stairs. Pulling his taser out, he tases him for a few seconds. "Are you going to stop?" He asks gruffly.
"I can't go…." The young officer tases him again.
"That's enough." Frank says, pulling the officer off Schultz. "Get up Schultz, if you're truly claustrophobic Schultz, we'll make other arrangements for you but for right now, you have to go in here. You put that away." Frank says, turning to the young officer.
"Yes sir, but I was only trying to prevent him from escaping." The officer says, looking at Frank.
Frank takes control of Schultz. "We'll take it from here and I'm sure we'll find another way to get to our hotel." He says, looking at the young officer.
"Yes sir." The officer says, looking at Schultz before he turns to leave.
"Can you go inside?" Frank asks Schultz.
"You won't make me stay?" Schultz asks, looking at Frank.
"Only as long as we can make other arrangements for you."
"Okay." Schultz says, looking back at the jailer.
Frank walks up to him. "You'll need to sign these papers. I'll make sure that he has a cell that close to the courtyard so that he can see out." The jailer says, watching Schultz.
"Thank you. Is that okay?" Frank says, looking at Schultz.
"As long as I can see outside, I'll be fine." Schultz says softly as the jailer pushes the button and the door buzzes, unlocking it.
He pulls it open, stepping back to let Frank, Mallet and Schultz walk through. Schultz shudders slightly as Mallet watches him. "I'm fine." He says, looking around.
"We'll put him in this cell." The jailer says, pushing another button and unlocking another door.
He leads them through into an open courtyard. The rest of the inmates watch as they walk through. "This is the closest cell to the courtyard and gets the most light. He should be fine in here."
"Thank you." Mallet says, leading Schultz into the cell. He backs out. The doors close and Schultz cringes slightly as he hears them lock in place. "Step forward, Schultz." He does, slipping his wrists through the opening.
Mallet unlocks the handcuffs and then pockets them before he steps back as the jailer says. "I'll watch him for you."
"Thank you. Could you tell us how we could get across town to the rental agency? We need to rent a car."
"I'll have one of the deputies drive you." The jailer says as they walk back through the courtyard.
A few moments later they leave the jail. When the deputy drops them off at the agency and leaves Mallet turns to Frank. "Are you sure he'll be okay?"
"He will for now, but I'll be sure to mention what happened to Detective Rossi when I tell him about this afternoon."
"I can't believe he tased him for panicking." Mallet says, as they walk into the rental agency and up to the counter.
"I'll be sure to say something to Detective Rossi about it." Frank says, as a young woman looks up.
"May I help you?"
"Yes, I need to rent a car." Frank says.
"Yes sir, how long will you need the car?"
"Till tomorrow morning?"
"Alright, what type of car would you like?"
"Something simple, it doesn't need to be fancy."
"We've got and Chevy Cobalt…?"
"That will be fine." Frank says.
"Yes sir." The young woman says, filling out the paperwork through the computer. "Do you want to be charged per day or per mile?"
"What's the difference?"
"Just do it by day, we're only going to be here till tomorrow?" Mallet says.
"Alright, per day." Frank says.
"Yes sir. I'll need to see your driver's license and credit card. Would you want insurance?"
"Yes." Frank says, pulling out his license and credit card.
They clerk takes license and credit card, making copies of both before she hands them back to him. Printing out the forms from the computer, she hands them to Frank and he signs them before giving them back to her as she reaches for the phone, pushing a button. After a few moments, she says, "Can you bring up the black Cobalt please? Thank you." She says, hanging up. "The car should be here shortly."
"Thank you. Will I need to bring the car back here? " Frank asks.
"No, you can drop it either at Reagan International or Dulles, we have counters at either one."
"Thank you." Frank says, turning away from the counter.
"What are we doing tonight?"
"I don't know. We could go back to DC."
"Have you been to DC before?"
"No."
"There are some great bars around Georgetown. You might get lucky." Mallet says, nudging Frank.
"I doubt that. What about you?"
"Dinah, I'm not single." Mallet says, looking at Frank.
"You could still go out. I'm sure she's having some fun in Springfield."
"Maybe, although Dinah's fun right now is making it through the day."
"You sound like you're a bit tired."
"No, I just miss having the Dinah I had before the accident. She was spontaneous and fun. This Dinah doesn't quite know how to be that way." Mallet says, as they pull up with the car.
"You have to give her time. She'll figure out who she is." Frank says, as they walk out of the rental agency.
A guy hands him the keys, nodding. Frank and Mallet get in and leave. Their first stop is to get something to eat and then they go to the Best Western to check in. As they are waiting in the lobby, Frank happens to look up and he sees a woman walk across the lobby that reminded him a lot of Sam. Mallet is still talking about Dinah until he notices that Frank's not listening to him. "Hey Frank." He says, looking to see what he's staring at. "Well, she's nice. But she reminds me of someone."
"She looks like Sam, sort of." Frank says, watching the woman leave the hotel. He signs the papers for the room and then asks the clerk. "The woman that just left, do you know who she is?"
"Umm, I'm sorry I didn't see who you were talking about." The woman says, as she shrugs her shoulders.
"It's okay." Frank says, looking back over his shoulder to where he had watched Megan walk out of the hotel.
After the girls leave Company, they first go to the seamstresses house, enjoy of them change into their dresses, each taking turns for the final fitting. Everyone is sitting around talking while Cassie is being fitted for the final time and Harley looks up, watching Cassie. "Cassie, I don't mean to be mean, especially just two days before your wedding, but have you gained weight."
"Umm, no." Cassie says, looking away.
"What are you not telling me?" Harley asks, looking at Cassie as she glances at Reva and Sam.
"There's nothing."
"Cassie?"
"You might as well tell her." Reva says. "She's going to pester you all day until you do." Reva says, as Cassie sighs, looking at Harley.
"Alright. I'm pregnant." Cassie says, as Harley's mouth falls open.
"What! How?"
"I think that's pretty obvious." The seamstress says.
"No, it's not." Harley says, looking at the woman. "You're pregnant, how?" She asks again, looking at Cassie.
"We're not really sure exactly but it was sometime right after we got back from San Cristobel with Will. I think it was the night we decided to go ahead and have the wedding in the barn."
"Oh my god, you're pregnant." Harley squeals, jumping up. Hugging Cassie tight as the seamstress steps back. "I can't believe you're pregnant. I thought… Dr. Sedgwick said you couldn't get pregnant again."
"I know, I guess my year for miracles isn't over." Cassie says, with a smile.
"And you both knew."
"Well Cassie told us at a family dinner." Reva says
"And Richard told Jeffrey so he told Sam." Sam says
"Have you told your father yet?" Harley asks.
"No, I haven't."
"Why not?"
"I'm waiting for a little bit longer." Cassie says, looking in the mirror again as Harley sits back down and the seamstress goes back to work.
"So, Sam's pregnant. Ava's pregnant and now you. So Reva when…."
"That isn't even funny." Reva says, looking at Harley.
"You know the drugs you take to keep the cancer…." Sam says.
"Yes, but right now, it's not even possible."
"Why?"
"Because right now, I could… Let's just say, I'm a little upset at Josh right now and we haven't been together in a while." Reva says, picking at some invisible lint on her dress.
"Reva!" Sam says, looking at her.
"It's okay Sam. He'll figure it out eventually."
"Figure out what?" Harley asks, looking at Reva.
"I can't get into right now. But I'm sure when everything is settled, you'll know about it soon enough." Reva says.
"So, what do you guys think? Should we take the waist…?" Cassie asks to change the subject.
"No." They all say together, looking at Cassie.
"You're going to be a beautiful as the day you and Richard got married in San Cristobel." Reva says.
"And we won't have Blake here to try and drug me." Cassie says, smiling.
"Oh my…, that's right." Reva says.
"What?" Sam asks.
"Well when Cassie and Richard first got married, Cassie was a little nervous."
"A little nervous, I was petrified. I couldn't even open our wedding gifts without hyperventilating."
"Anyway, Richard asked Blake to come down early to take her mind off everything and help settle her down." Reva says.
"But Blake's idea of helping her settle down was to give her herbal nerve pills."
"Herbal nerve pills?" Sam says, looking at Cassie.
"Mind you I hadn't slept at all the night before because I was up writing my non vows." Cassie says, walking towards the dressing room.
"Your non vows?" Sam asks, looking at Reva and Harley.
"Yes, Cassie wanted them to write their own vows, but Natalie…." Harley says.
"Who is Natalie?"
"Natalie was the public relations expert that Richard hired when I was Princess of San Cristobel." Reva says. "Anyway, Natalie insisted that they had to say there traditional vows, which upset Cassie." Reva says, as Cassie comes out of the dressing room.
"Which is why, I was up all night writing my non vows." Cassie says, coming back in from changing. And also why I had not sleep when Blake gave me the herbal nerve pills. She told they were minor. That they would take the edge off a little bit."
"Did they ever." Harley says, as they get all leave the seamstresses shop. They all walk to Reva's car. "We found Cassie, passed out in her suite, snoring like an idling chainsaw. We barely got her awake to get into the bathroom for a cold shower."
"We're in the changing room. Struggling to keep her awake long enough to get her ready to go and pumping her full of coffee, being careful not to spill it on her dress."
"How did you get her ready?" Harley asks, looking at Reva.
"Actually, I got fed up with her and I slapped her." Reva says.
"You slapped her!" Sam says, staring at Reva.
"Not hard, but it woke her up and then I told her to get up that Richard was waiting for her."
"If you were there, where were you?" Sam asks, as they pull out of the parking lot.
"I was stalling the wedding with Blake and Jenny." Harley says, as they head for the nail saloon.
"And that is how Blake almost ruined my first wedding to Richard."
"Do you remember the reporters surrounding Reva?" Harley asks Cassie.
"Surrounding Reva, why would they...? Because she was Princess before you." Sam says, guessing.
"Yes." Reva says.
"Did you ever figure out how they knew you were at the wedding?" Harley asks.
"You weren't invited." Sam asks, looking at Cassie and Reva.
"We're talking to each other again by then, but Richard thought that it would cause too much distraction for the people with Reva at the wedding."
"Noah and I were dating then and he kidnapped me and took me to San Cristobel. I was supposed to be incognito but somehow the press found out that I was there and they started shouting questions at me until Cassie took control."
"I'll give you two guess as to who orchestrated that and the first one doesn't count." Harley says, as Reva parks outside the nail saloon.
"Who did it?" Sam asks, looking at them.
"In a name, Edmund." Harley says.
"We don't…?" Cassie says.
"Come on, Cassie. You know he's probably one that told them." Harley says, as they walk towards the saloon.
"He probably did, but I don't want to think about Edmund, especially now." Cassie says, as they walk into the salon.