Connor hung up the phone soon after Smecker gave the brothers a short bio of, who they now knew as, Magdalen's life. Her childhood was relatively normal for America's standards. She was the only child of Mary and Mac Laylin. For the first seven years Magdalen grew up in a small town on the outskirts of an even smaller town of Hazard, Kentucky. For reason's the twin's could only fathom, the Laylin family moved to New York. Going from a pin-point prick town on a map to a big city left them with little money and settled them in the Bronx. Soon Magdalen's father found better love in the company of booze and everything went down hill from there. Mac was an abusive drunk and Mary Laylin submitted half a dozen restraining orders against her soon to be ex-husband. Mac didn't take that very well, especially when Mary kidnaped her daughter and took her to South Boston to keep her away from the abuse. It did little good. Mary still ended up with a gun to her head and Magdalen having to defend Mac off with a frying pan.

Soon after Mary's funeral, Magdalen ran. Smecker found her in the System. She was nine years old when she came to the church orphanage. She's been through more foster-homes than the twin's and Smecker could count on all six of their hands. Magdalen made it through high school with a 3.2 GPA. She had a good future despite her past. She was accepted into Michigan State with loans and grants to help her through all 4 years and she found family in Boston, but something made her snap. Soon after Magdalen graduated she found her estranged father or he found her, depending on what way you took it as he stumbled out of another pub. Police soon found Mac Laylin dead in his house from a call that was put in from Magdalen. The brother's could guess what came soon after.

Magdalen's life left Murphy literally and metaphorically scratching his head as well as his twin. The girl's life was a complete sob story. Something you only hear about in movies and editorials in the Life portion of the newspaper. This girl was a journalists dream ready to happen and being out on parol Magdalen had to have some kind of press coverage, but neither Connor or Murphy heard a thing about it, so why didn't anyone know? The only reason, Smecker told the twin's, was to keep Magdalen's identity safe due to the fact that she was barely legal, which made sense to them, but the boys would still check her out and soon they left the phone with more information to find AKA: Magdalen.

She lived in the better part of South Boston (better meaning, not rat infested) in an apartment-studio complex. Connor and Murphy made the long walked side by side in almost complete silence. . . I said 'almost'

"Wha' do ye think?" Connor asked quietly to keep his own thoughts on track.

" 'bout te girl? I don've a fuckin' clue. Ye?" Murphy replied honestly.

"I don't think she's te evil one. I think she got te the wrong one befur' we did,"

"Ye get the feelin' she was lookin' fer us?" Murphy asked looking to his brother to emphasize his question.

"I have tha' feelin' ev'ry fuckin' day, but wha' she lookin' fer in us?"

There were so many questions and so little answers to give to those questions that the brothers decided to stop while they were ahead and just kept walking, to save what little sanity they had left. By the time they had quiet, they were soon in front of the building that Magdalen resided in and just as they were about to cross the street to enter, none other than Magdalen herself came waltzing out of the swinging doors of the complex. This was going to be easier than they thought, Connor and Murphy hoped, at least.

As they crossed the street, Connor and Murphy watched Magdalen easily submerge herself into the current of the streets, mixing so well with her surroundings that the McManus Brother's had a hard time following her. Magdalen was a nondescript person so of course it was going to be a challenge and quite frankly the twin's thought they would enjoy this chase. As Connor and Murphy strutted down the street in a fast pace, they looked over heads to find the one that was taller than the rest and soon spotted it as it bobbed in and out of their sight. Connor pivoted his head to Murphy as if to say 'get your arse moving!'

The twin's started politely pushing people out of the way, saying ''xcuse me' 'Sorry miss' 'Pardon me' 'Terr'bly sorry' as called for. Quicker than they thought, Connor and Murphy found themselves walking along side Magdalen.

"I guess it was just a matter of time," Magdalen spoke with a nearly faded accent that would have been associated with being a 'red-neck', "You guys aren't as wasteful as I thought you were,"

"People think a lot 'bout us," Connor spoke as they kept walking at the same pace as Magdalen, which was hard for the two short legged brothers.

"But ye seem te be the only one lookin'," Murphy countered.

"Resourceful and smart. I'm starting to like you guys already," Magdalen let a small smirk grace her lips, "But listen, you're not going to get a lot out of me by following me to work. So I suggest coming by tomorrow. You already have my apartment number,"

Magdalen started to saunter off, but both Murphy and Connor caught each of her arms. She wasn't startled as she was pulled back into reach of the twin's sides and even less emotional when the boys rapped their arms around her elbow, placing a vice grip on her upper biceps, nearly under her armpits.

"Or we can talk a little more right now," Magdalen spoke smoothly.

Throughout this whole short conversation Magdalen has let nothing faze her, not even the fact that two complete strangers has come up out of the blue to talk to her, but the way she said everything implied that she knew they were coming, even if they didn't.

"Were ye the one followin' us earlier?" asked the darker-hair brother.

"Yes," Magdalen said without missing a beat.

"Why?" Connor followed right after she answered.

She was silent and soon out of both their grips with a quick, sharp twist and snap of her arms. It was a simple move, but very affective, unknown and unexpected of her. The boys stopped for a second. A little dumbfounded that she had gotten out of their holds so easily. This just wasn't right. They were the one's that were supposed to be in control and somehow the rug got jerked out from underneath them so fast that they seemed to have forgotten to fall, yet.

"You know where I live. The offer still stands," Magdalen called over her shoulder as she was lost, once again in the crowd.

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