Author's Note: I am fully aware that I have not updated this story in quite some time, which is obviously my fault. I do not plan for it to take such a long time in updating it (after this update), but the Beta that I've been working with has suddenly disappeared. Of course, that will not stop me from updating. In case any one of you are interested in becoming a Beta for this story, let me know, for it will be appreciated!

Now to the story!

Chapter Three

Sitting at the end of the sofa with her arm resting against her forehead, Victoria couldn't help but ponder the recent happenings. Connor and Murphy brought her here, apparently for her safety, which she still didn't have an explanation for. Connor had left for God knows where, and Murphy was still somewhere out of sight. The two of them wanted her to feel like at home or at least she was being treated as a guest, which she considered unwanted attention. Hadn't it occurred to them that she might need to call someone, ignoring the fact that she really didn't since there was no one to call, but still the idea was there.

So what was left for her to do? Why did they assume she'd be cool with this?

Minutes passed by before Murphy walked into the living room. He merely glanced over at her before entering the kitchen.

"Coffee?" He called out to her.

"No," she replied while turning to look over at the TV set. If she was a guest, then she might as well… Getting up, she walked over to the television set.

She couldn't find the remote control, so she had to turn it on manually. In a second the black screen was filled with the colorful sight of a weather broadcast.

"…there is a seventy-five percent chance of rain here in Boston, while the rest of the sta--"

Boston? She asked herself while not moving away from the television. How long had she been here? Counting backwards from when she first moved into the house, remembering that she had tried to escape last night, she came to the conclusion that she must have been at least a week. Seven days before that she was… she grimaced, frustrated that she couldn't even remembered the days before that. They all had been a blur. The last place she remembered being in was in Pennsylvania, but that was where she had lived. That was where it all started.

"…earlier this morning, two bodies of known crooks were found. Both of the men were fatally wounded by unknown assailants. It is unknown whether the assault was related to the killings of the Pantonzi brothers earlier this week, who were known to be connected to the Italian mob. What separates these two cases is the fact that these two victims are connected to "La Eme", a known branch of the Mexican Mafia. Federal police are still investigating the case…"

"We had an idea that was 'em"

She was so deeply engrossed in the story that the voice of someone behind her practically made her heart skip a beat. "I…uh…" she started, clearing her throat, hoping that he hadn't seen that.

"Jumpy, aren't ya?" Murphy asked, standing at the entrance into the kitchen.

"Solamente nervios," she muttered as she sat back down on the couch. She brought her hands up to cover her face as she leaned against her knees.

"Only nerves, eh?"

Her hands parted to look at the man across the room. "You speak Spanish?"

"Aye."

That was the very last thing she expected of him, after all, he was, to put it bluntly… white. Plus with that Irish accent, it was likely that English was his second language, so how many others could he possibly know? "I've already asked Connor and since I didn't get an answer from him, I'll ask you."

He leaned against the doorframe, crossing his arms in front of his chest. "Go on then."

"Who the hell are you two?"

A minute of silence must have passed by as the two of them stared at each other. She was waiting for an answer, and he obviously didn't know the answer or didn't care to say it. It was more likely the latter.

She let out a laugh, "God," she cried out, looking away for a second before turning to look back at him. "You're not going to tell me, right?"

He shrugged.

A sarcastic smile replaced her solemn look, "You just admitted that you had an idea who they were." Pointing at the television where a commercial was now taking place, "Those weren't just ordinary people."

"No, they ain't. If they were, then they would not 'ave done what they do best."

So the two knew who they were, but how far into the hierarchy did they know? After all, those men were either as infamous as the Italian mafia or perhaps even worse. Which wasn't a good thing.

"You guys are not going to tell me the truth, are you?"

He exhaled, as he looked up at the ceiling; he was not contemplating the question, she could see that clearly. "I'm 'fraid not."

This was hopeless! He was obviously not taking her seriously. With a glare, she crossed her arms and leaned back against the couch, turning her sight away from him.

A noise came from the front door, and she turned her attention to it. A couple of seconds later, Connor walked in, wearing a black pea coat. He stopped halfway into the room, looking at the two of them. With a bemused smile, he asked "Don't tell me ya two jus' finished a party without me."

"As a matter of fact, I just had a joyful conversation with the lass." Murphy grinned before he turned around to tend to the coffee pot that was calling for his attention.

Victoria kept her mouth shut, as Connor turned to her. "Ye didn't give him a poundin', did ya?"

"Would that have worked?" she asked, not entirely joking.

He was about to reply when Murphy called for his attention. "Where were ya?"

"The cemetery," his voice taking on a solemn note as he walked in to join Murphy. That part of their conversation they wanted her to have nothing to do with.

Cemetery? she asked herself. It was common sense that these two had a life she didn't know other than all of this, but obviously they weren't planning on sharing it if the two had not wanted her to be an earshot away from this ongoing conversation. That was only fair, after all she didn't want to share the last chapter of her life with them.

Nibbling on her lower lip, she laid back against the couch. It was then that she felt her stomach grumble and she let out a quiet groan. She had shown her disapproval towards the two in the last couple of hours, and the last thing she wanted to do was ask about breakfast.