Jenna's POV

The ground was mushy and brown. I watched from my porch, sipping at hot chocolate with Alexis while the boys played football. Dally scored a touchdown and stole a kiss from Alexis. I smiled at her happiness when she rolled her eyes yet blushed.

I watched as Jonah passed to Noah. Jonah actually interacted positivly with people now, and he was even getting B's and A's. I wasn't sure what had made him start working hard, but I wasn't gonna question it.

As the frosty January air nipped my skin, I was reminded of another place, with cold air and dry grass.

Frank threw the football at me and hit me in the head as I tried to do my field report. I glared at him and he smiled lopsidedly at me. He stole my field report from my lap, and pulled me up by my left hand. fiddling with my engagment ring.

"Before we leave for the mission in Marako, we should have a little fun." He smirked and kissed my cheek. I pushed him away angrily.

"I need to finish my reports, Kerp, before I can even consider any fun."

Frank rolled his eyes and kissed me again. I tasted the cigeratte on his mouth, and sighed and gave in.

Suddenly, I remembered the look in his eyes right before we'd left for Marako. The soft smirk on his lips as I gazed worriedly out the planes window. The look in his eyes when he'd heard about YETURI and our mission. Pride. Determination. Greed.

There's no way he... Frank couldn't be...

All the pieces clicked into place. The way he always kept his background a secret. How he occasionally disappeared. The way he seemed to know more about me and the REFI before he could have. The fact that we had never found his body. How way my parents had been murdered.

Frank was the killer.

Frank was part of YETURI.

Frank was most definately not really named Frank.

Frank was still alive

I lept up in anger and ran into the house. I pulled my old suit from under my bed and strapped my knife back onto my thigh.

Darry rushed into my room. "Jenna, are you okay?"

I felt despair and betrayal coarse through my veins. "The bastard. He killed them!" I spat out.

Jonah and Noah ran in, faces flushed. "Jenna, where are you-" Jonah asked, concerned.

"I'm going to kill Frank. Give me one week."

Darry's POV

I sat anxiously at the kitchen table, had finsihed paying the bills and was staring anxiously at the wood. Pony and Soda were in bed, and Jonah and Noah were passed out on the pullout bed in the couch. They had been tightlipped and subdued for the last week. All I'd learned was that Jenna used to be part of the special ops in the military. And she used to be engaged to Frank Kerp, a man in her unit who had been killed only months before her parents.

I had figured from her angry statements right before she left that he was actually alive. And he was the one who had killed her parents.

I jumped from my thoughts when the telephone rang.

"Hello?" I asked, picking up the reciever.

"Hi Darry." Jenna's voice bathed over me, and I felt an enormous amount of anxiety that I hadn't been aware of lift off my shoulders.

"I don't have much time." She said quietly. "Are Jonah and Noah okay?"

"They are fine, but seem worried."

Jenna sighed. "I'll be home in five days. Thank ya for takin' care of them."

"The least I can do for a friend."

She paused. "Thank ya' Darry. And, uhh, I don't think we'll be sleepin' together anymore... I just-"

I cut her off. "I get it."

"Thank ya Darry. I can't tell ya how much this means to me. I'll explain everythin' to you when we get back. Uh-oh. Gotta go."

The line went silent.

The confuzzling stuff will all be explained in the next chapter! Thanks to everyone whose read!