Olive Snook had been through some moral dilemmas in the past—wear fur or faux, SUV or hybrid, and then there was the whole decision if she should expose the girl named Chuck to Ned for faking her own death—but this was a whole other thing. For the man she hated most in the world was back in her life because it was his dying wish to see her again. So she had to choose. Deny a dying man or send him on his way. Truth be told, Olive Snook was a tad flattered, but mostly she was scared. Because even though—much to her relief—she felt nothing of a romantic nature upon seeing him, she could not help but dwell upon when the fateful moment would hit her. The fateful moment when she would feel something of a romantic nature for the man called Trevor Trask. But as much as the thought terrified her to the very core, she did what she always did. She made the honorable, if difficult, choice.

Olive watched as Ned, Emerson and Chuck walked out the front door of the Pie Hole, off to continue investigating their case. As they filed out the door Chuck cast her one last sympathetic look. Olive sensed that Chuck finally understood why she so disliked Trevor, and that in her short time speaking with him, came to dislike him as well. The notion made her feel slightly better. After all, with Trevor it didn't take much time for people to dislike him. It was a certain unique quality only he possessed.

With a heavy heart she grabbed the dishrag and began to swipe away at the counter, clearing the crumbs from Trevor's pie, wishing he too could be cleared from her life as easy as a flick of her hand.

The trio drove off, leaving Olive alone to stew in her thoughts at the Pie Hole. Chuck also stewed in her thoughts about the unlikely pair. Or rather, she talked about it continuously, and rather loudly, much to Emerson's dismay.

"I just don't get it." Chuck complained, staring out the window. "I don't see how a guy like him got a girl like Olive. What in the world did she see in him?" Chuck leaned forward over the seat; she was relegated the back seat of the car as Emerson insisted on sitting up front to discuss the case with Ned. That, however, turned out to be particularly difficult due to Chuck's constant interruptions.

Emerson, who was in the middle of giving Ned directions to the home of one of the first suspects on Mrs. Hawk's list, stopped to shoot her an annoyed look "I dunno. It's one of the mysteries of life. Like why dogs pee on fire hydrants and why yawns are contagious. Why you come with us to investigate murders when you are just one big, yapping distraction." He refocused his attention to the list in his hand and gestured to Ned. "That street right there. Take a left."

"He has this blank stare that gives you the creeps," Chuck continued her tirade against the mysterious man. "And trying to get him to talk is like pulling teeth. He's cold and distant and he's just so….so…" She sighed, trying her best to find the right way to describe him. So many adjectives came to mind, but she could only verbalize one. "Weird."

"Isn't that a bit judgmental?" Ned asked, taking his eyes off the road to look back at her for a second. "I mean, you don't really know him. I'm sure he's not that bad. Some people aren't great at making first impressions." Ned stuttered and looked slightly wounded; it was obvious that he was referring to himself and that he found Chuck's insults a slight against weird people everywhere—mostly him and his own weirdness.. "But then you take the time to get to know them and you realize they aren't weird at all. There delightfully eccentric and fascinating…."

"But you didn't meet him Ned. You have no idea" Chuck insisted, too absorbed in the moment to realize the hurt in Ned's eyes. "There's something so off about him." Chuck slunk back into her seat. To her this was a more intriguing mystery than another murder, no matter how gory. "I just can't put my finger on it. Well, besides the obvious."

"Anyways," Emerson cut her off, waving the list in the air. "Let's not forget we are on a case here. That's the more important thing—not Olive's love life. A man has died."

"Yeah, and you want to get paid." Chuck scoffed.

"Damn straight." Emerson chuckled proudly. "Take a left there." Emerson pointed at a small side street they were approaching and Ned grabbed the list from his hand.

"I thought our first suspect—Vidalia Monroe—lives on the other side of town?"

"She does. But Oswald Cork lives a few streets over."

"Oswald Cork?" Ned asked. His eyes scanned the list. "That name isn't on her list. He wasn't at the party."

"No," Emerson reached into the inside pocket of his suit jacket. He pulled out a small business card with the words Mr. Oswald Cork, Licensed Psychotherapist inscribed upon it.. "But he is a colleague of the late Mr. Hawk. And word has it that Mr. Cork has put up a reward of fifty-thousand dollars for the arrest of the killer."

Ned could see the wheels turning behind Emerson's eyes. "You have a hunch?"

Emerson nodded his head. "I have a hunch."

"I've got a hunch too." Chuck sighed, springing forward once more to lean over Emerson's shoulder. "There's more to Trevor Trask that meets the eye." She nodded, a determined look in her eyes. "And I am going to get to the bottom if it."

"Let's get to the bottom of this first." Emerson groaned, pushing her away. "Now," He said to Ned. "My hunch has to do with the fact that sometimes people overcompensate when they feel guilty…."

Ned knew exactly where he was going with this. "You think he is responsible? That he's putting up such a big reward because he killed him and feels guilty?"

"Or because he thinks it's a nice distraction. Surely the man who puts up the reward couldn't have done the crime."

So the trio sped down the dusty side street, headed off to confront Mr. Oswald Cork. It was a small detour from their planned itinerary for the day; and just as they pulled to a stop in front of his house, Chuck's mind took a small detour from the thoughts that had been consuming it since she had encountered Trevor Trask.

Chuck leaned forward again over the front seat, but this time much more carefully. She caught Ned's eyes in the rearview mirror. "Oh, and you are not weird." She smiled, her mind finally clear to realize her earlier faux pas. "You are delightfully eccentric and fascinating." She nodded with approval, and Ned met her back with a smile of his own.