Shiropolli sat at the table in the attorney visiting area. His lawyer sat across from him. "Well?"

"He said he's handling things."

He watched as his lawyer kept looking around not really making eye contact with him. "Blade is taking matters into his own hands isn't he?" Shiropolli watched as his lawyer nodded. "And the tape?"

His lawyer smiled, "They've lost it."

"Then why am I still in here?" Shiropolli asked.

"You'll be out by tomorrow. I've been pressing the other side to disclose the evidence, they're stalling. It's just a tactic, because they don't have the tape. They have till 6 this evening to get me a copy of things, if they don't, I'll be in front of the judge first thing tomorrow morning to have you released. These things take time."

Shiropolli stood, "Very well, but see that I'm out of here tomorrow at the very latest."

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Joe couldn't help the grin that threatened to show on his face as he walked beside Alex. "You know it wouldn't work. He's too old for you, he's seen and done things you wouldn't quite understand."

He glanced at Alex as he held the glass door open for her to walk out. Her jaw was set high in a defiance he had seen so much when he was younger. It was like he was looking at himself, only in a feminine body. "Don't make it harder than it has to be."

Alex stopped and looked up at him, "I said I would try it your way. I haven't changed my mind about that, so quit needling me. I don't like it."

"I'll try to remember that." Joe said.

He motioned her on and they headed out to the SUV.

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Blade had changed vehicles. He was sitting in a non descript car that blended in with its invironment. Cars could sometimes be like that, one of those things that was forgetable like common faces. He watched as the black SUV pulled away from the station. His prize was inside, but well guarded yet again. It pained him to see her surrounded by such. Frustration was beyond what he felt at the moment. She was like a wild flittering butterfly that was out of his grasp. One that wouldn't sit still long enough for him to come in and make his move. It was almost like she was aware of what he was doing. He was angry with himself, angry at what strings he was pulling to get her to fall into his net and aggrivated it wasn't happening.

They found out about the child, the other cold, lifeless, little dead thing. Which way are you going now? Think. I need to stay ahead of them. All the preparations I had done were all for nothing now. What went wrong? Was it something I did? No, it couldn't have been anything I did. It was Alex, damn Sarah for naming her Medea. Child of cunning. Named her after a damn sorceress, is what Sarah did. And spat in my face as she called me Caliban. Me. Caliban, like I'm some half man. No, I'm more than a man. I'm a God. Medea won't get revenge on me, no Sarah, you were so wrong in naming her that. So wrong in calling me Caliban as if you were Miranda. Sarah you hypacrit.

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Stephanie looked up as she heard Mrs. Steeger and put the rifle behind her back like she had just been caught with her hand in the cookie jar. "Nothing Mrs. Steeger."

"You little liar. You never could tell the truth." Mrs. Steeger said.

Ranger stood up then and looked at Mrs. Steeger staying quiet and not saying anything.

"At least its a skill I'm paid for." Stephanie said.

Ranger put his arm around Stephanie's shoulders, "We need to find what we came for."

Stephanie let Ranger walk her down the aisle they were on and she put the rifle she had still in her hands in Mrs. Steeger's shopping cart. Mrs. Steeger huffed away from them quickly. On the next aisle they found the spy toys they had been told about and Ranger pulled down three of the packages and looked over the pens.

"Lets go Babe. Play times over." Ranger walked with Stephanie to the checkout and paid for the pens.

Stephanie opened the pens as soon as she got into the car. She turned on the light and shined it down on the first page as Ranger slid in behind the wheel of the car.

"Listen to this:

It was strange, I thought I knew him. I really didn't know what to think when he asked me to move in with him. My dream was to always be with Joe, but I guess that was why it was a dream. Dreams are fleeting desperate desires of our hearts, sometimes it was like I wanted to stay in that dream world, because at least inside it, I felt I had some measure of control. With Jason, I realized too late I had no control.

He was Caliban. And he ruled with inhuman feeling inside of flesh. To say I was afraid of him would be understating the truth. I was more than afraid of him, I lived in fear which fed the dream world I was living in along with the drugs. It was the only way I could escape the horrors I had witnessed. You see Jason wanted Sarah very much, and Sarah was what he got as well as her daughter, little Alex. See page 4 in SB of SP in 92."

Stephanie looked over at Ranger, "SB of SP in 92? Slam book of course but what is SP?"

"I think it would be who not what." Ranger said as he put the key into the ignition and cranked over the car.

Stephanie flipped a few more pages. "Found another one:

He spoke so softly to Sarah, it was like he was someone else when he was in front of her. He never raised his voice, not with Sarah. It frightened me when he took Alex away, down into the hold cell, down to her mother. At times like these he would make me come down so I could clean the room. Sarah never called him by his name. She always had called him Caliban, Sarah was different that way, she wasn't like me. I was weak, so weak, I couldn't get away from Jason. He had me fully under his spell, his torturous control.

Does Princess want to see her little Medea? His voice was so smooth when he had asked her. I wouldn't have dreamed of sticking a child with the name of Medea, but that was what Sarah did. Medea Alexis Morelli, I was pleased with the middle name, that was the only thing I thought Sarah got right. Sarah would look up at Jason, I could see the pain her eyes as she watched him rock little Alex just out of Sarah's reach.

She was always tied down. Jason didn't trust her, not like he trusted me. Sarah had almost escaped a few times. She would say things to Jason that would get him to do things, it was almost like Sarah was some form of drug for him that he had to have. See page 7 in SB of TG in 92."

Stephanie layed the book down. "Caliban. Why does that sound so familar? I can't think."

"The Tempest." Ranger said.

"Oh, I remember that now. When I was a freshman they put on that play in school. Caliban was a nasty thing. Half human, vile, evil." Stephanie shivered.

Ranger reached over and placed his hand on the nape of her neck. "You don't have to read that. If Sarah saw him as Caliban it wouldn't be a good thing. That is if she is really seeing him the way Shakespear sees him."

Stephanie let out a slow breath and closed the book. She didn't find anything else in that one. She pulled out the next and started looking again as Ranger removed his hand and started driving.

"I think SP might be you, it's worth a shot. Where are your Slam books?" Ranger asked.

Stephanie turned and grinned at him, "At my parents house."

Ranger gripped the steering wheel tightly then released it as if he had to steel himself for some dreadful encounter.

"They aren't that bad."

"Your parents aren't who I'm worried about. Your granny scares the hell out of me Babe."

Stephanie laughed and flipped a few more pages. Then she started reading what she found outloud to Ranger.

"I found something Sarah wrote, it impressed me. I didn't want it to die in that hold of death and decay. So I memorized it. This was what she wrote:

Of Caliban, what can I say, he is the epitome of what I have come to understand everything that is evil and inhumane in the world. He speaks of love, love that he has for me. Yet he keeps me locked in a prison built with his own hands. I am nothing but a living thing he sees that he wants to possess, but it's not the living part of me he wants at all. He wants me dead. I can see it in his eyes. Hear it in the soft caress of his words as he tries to tell me in his own way that if I would just love him I would be set free. How can I love such a creature as he? It is my undoing. My sacrifice. I can't love him. I see that now. More clearly than I have ever seen anything before. Because I'm not the one who is bound. Caliban is the one who needs the chains, he's the one who is the slave to the monster that is inside him. I'm the sacrifice that will appease the appetite of its devilish hunger. I pray that it is satisfied for a long time. That no one has to experience what I've been through. What I'm going through. What is to come. To give Medea the time to grow. To learn. To survive."

Stephanie turned off the light and became quite. She leaned her head up against the window looking out. "She knew she was going to die."

"Yeah Babe, she did. She knew exatly what she had to give up." Ranger said as he pulled infront of her parents house. He turned off the car and reached over to Stephanie. "This isn't going to be easy. This was a sick and twisted man. Sarah said it herself, he's evil and inhumane. She was smart woman, you can read that in what she wrote Babe."

"But she wasn't smart enough to get away." Stephanie looked at Ranger. "Do you think we're smart enough to catch him?"

"It won't be easy. He's hidden what he's done pretty well. It's not him who let the cat out of the bag. It's people around him who did it."