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Cal punched the wall as hard as he could. Pulling back his bruised knuckles he went over to the hospital bed as the detective came in again. Placing his hands in his pockets he smiled at the detective.

Detective Jones eyed him suspiciously as he pulled out his notepad, "Now Mr. Hockley if you could please repeat what took place for me."

"Of course, my associate here was on the way to the infirmary with my sick fiancé." Cal spoke with a calm voice. The detective jotted down notes as he turned to Mr. Long.

"And what happened?"

"The woman stabbed me with a pen and killed Jeffrey! Then she tried to choke me. Last I seen she was making off down the road covered in Jeffrey's blood." George Long motioned to his bandaged shoulder as he spoke.

The detective made more notes before turning back to Cal, "And your fiancé would do that because?"

Cal shook his head, "I have no idea Detective Jones why she would kill a man. She was being accompanied by them to the infirmary because she was ill. Perhaps the fever overtook her." Cal spoke in a sarcastic tone.

The detective stopped writing and looked up at Cal, "Mr. Hockley, let me put this to you straight. You are quite the headliner and I hardly doubt you want this to get into the papers so you give it to me real straight. Why would you fiancé not want to be in a car with these two men so far as for her to kill one?"

"I honestly cannot think of a reason. Rose is well mannered and polite. She would never ever hurt a creature. Perhaps it was not my fiancé. This man could be delusional and some low class freak robbed my staff and kidnapped my fiancé!" Cal grew hot and gripped his fists tight.

Detective Jones did not back down, "Mr. Hockley I can not even recall you being engaged since you lost your last fiancé." He added hotly.

Cal glared at the man, "Are you calling me a liar? I could have your job in a moment if I wished. With all of the money the Hockleys have invested into the New York Precinct." He added.

Not intimidated at all Detective Jones continued, "Rose? Now where have I heard that name before? Oh yes, now I remember. Wasn't your last fiancé named Rose? From the De Witt Bukaters if I recall correctly."

Caught off guard Cal did not realize he had said her name. No one knew she was alive and he'd sound crazy if he said that he had found her since not even her mother knew she was alive. He kept in contact with her in the months following Titanic and she never once mentioned her even after Cal found Rose.

"Sir?"

Cal looked up, "Coincidence."

"So her name is Rose. Rose what?"

"I'll expect her to be found unscathed." Cal walked over and shoved a wad of cash into the Detective's pocket, "Dawson. Rose Dawson." He ushered the detective out as he pounced on George.

"That'll keep him busy looking for a woman who does not exist that way you can buy time to find her. You will find her at any cost. My only stipulation is that you bring her back to me alive with or without my son, you got it?"

George nodded, "Good. If that detective comes back, you keep him on the Dawson trail. He won't find any record of a Rose Dawson which should keep him out. I'll go back to clean any media trail that will follow. This is kept mum. Understand?"