Natalie sat on the couch, her feet tucked underneath her as she kept looking at the list she'd written—Walter Balsom, Allison Perkins, Peter Manning. There had to be more names she could remember—more of his followers from before that could still be alive. She glanced up and gave Craig a half smile as he sat down next to her.

Craig just stared at her for a moment before speaking what he wanted to know, "Why do you want to help?"

"Excuse me? I didn't think you that much of an ass until now," she spoke, as her anger at the present situation grew.

"Sorry—there's a reason they call me Mouth," he laughed. "My life's been pretty smooth. I can't imagine going through everything you have and I wonder—why walk into it with your eyes wide open? John knew you needed to know—but I don't know why he didn't protect you from the truth."

She laughed and relaxed a bit, "First—John's tried to protect me from the truth before and it came back to kick him in the butt—I don't think he's willing to go down that road again. Second—Mitch has been terrorizing my family for decades. He feels like it's his mission from God to destroy us. And every time we think he's dead he comes back and reminds us again of what he's done. This time though we know he's alive before he attacks—maybe I can help to stop him before he hurts us again."

He just smirked as he took her hand and kissed it, "If Irish ever leaves you or hurts you—I want to be the first in line to help your heart mend."

Natalie burst into laughter and watched as John walked around the corner from the office and the look on his face, "Craig's just making sure he's the next in line when you screw up."

John just gave a half grin, "I talked to Bo."

"Did he go see Allison Perkins?"

He nodded, "Yep. According to him she's the same fruitcake and when he said the name Mitch Lawrence she went off the deep end. He thinks she's a dead end. Anyone else you come up with?"

"Other than two dead men—nope. There's got to be someone in Llanview—someone that we know he's connected to," she said as she tapped her pen onto the notepad, then her eyes got wide as realization hit. "I can't believe I didn't think about her."

"Her who?"

"Evangeline," she shouted as John stared back at her—wondering where this was going. "You don't know?"

"Huh? I'm confused—Evangeline is connected to Mitch?"

"That's why she came to town—she was his lawyer."

"Who is Evangeline?" asked Craig—suddenly making the other two remember he was sitting on the couch. He noticed that Brett was at the bottom of the steps and Aaron at the door to the kitchen.

"She's—why do I have to explain this to you?" asked John as he shook his head.

"Tell me you aren't defending her for thinking that monster was innocent. He had a part in killing one of your own," yelled Natalie as she stood up and into John's face. "I really thought you were over that mistake in your life."

The three others looked at each other, biting lips from laughing as John opened his mouth and shut it without saying a word. "Ok, there's no room for a ringside seat in this," he glared as Craig went running into the kitchen with Aaron and Brett followed. John glanced towards the kitchen and heard a backdoor shut before looking back at Natalie, "Was that necessary?"

"Yes, because when it comes to her you are still blind. You weren't here—she thought he was innocent of all his misdeeds. She's a Mitch supporter—the least we can do is take a look—see if she might somehow have talked with him."

"Fine," he sighed. "Let me call Bo back—see if he'll do me another favor."

As Natalie watched him go back to the office she began to feel a little guilty at the way she'd brought up Evangeline with the guys in the room, but she wasn't going to let this man get away with anything ever again.

"I'm not talking to you about this," said John as he helped bring in the rest of the dishes in from dinner to Natalie who had agreed to dish duty tonight.

"Oh come on, Irish—she's obviously someone—despite what Red's been saying since that spat this afternoon," laughed Rooster as he followed John in.

"If I tell you will you shut up," he looked Brett straight in the eye.

"Probably not," he grinned.

"Exactly," he said giving Natalie a kiss on the cheek before turning to go to the office. "We're gonna go over some maps we have—fifteen minutes tops, then you can wipe the floor with these idiots at Poker."

"Asa would be so proud," she laughed as she went to work on the dishes—humming softly to herself. She was almost done with them when she saw the headlights light up the front windows, "Hey guys," she said as she backed up and knocked on the door.

"We're almost done," shouted one of them.

She stood there next to the door as she heard a car door and a trunk open and close, "Uhm, ya'll might want to know I think someone is here."

The door swung open and she watched John, Brett, and Aaron all storm out quietly with their guns drawn, Craig grabbing her by the arm and staying in the doorway between the office and kitchen.

John saw the figure through the side window and opened the door quickly, Brett standing right behind him, "Freeze."

"I'm unarmed!" yelled a blonde haired man as he dropped his suitcase.

John let out a sigh as he lowered his gun as Brett pushed past him and hugged the man, "It's about damn time you got here, Gizmo."

Aaron turned on the porch light and grabbed the person's bags, "You could have told us you were coming, Sam."

"I thought it'd be a nice surprise," he laughed. "Didn't think I was going to have two guns in my face though. Irish's speech this morning had me thinking—I owe it to Scott," he said as he looked to see Craig and Natalie walk out into the living area. "You—," he said towards Natalie.

"Sam, this is my—."

"I know who she is—or how she's connected to the case already, Irish," he glared towards her.