I have used a long time on this chapter – I cannot promise I will not do that again, but here it is. And thank you to Tahira who told me to update cuz there the story was too good and too full of tension to waste. So thank you every review means a lot even when they tell me to suck it up and update.

"That is a long story, but to make it short – They are after me, because my family and my husband send them after me. Before you ask: Yes, I am married, but not in this identity, but in another. And before you ask about that: Yes, I have several identities which your government already knows about – They gave me this identity for my own protecting which is why I am Anette Woods, a CIA agent´s 'little sister'. He is the one who is send by the government to protect me from my husband." I said.

"I know it is a lot of figure out, but I do hope that maybe one day you will understand. But for now I believe, I have to go so that you can have some time to figure out what you want for yourself. And do not… do not settle for less, because you will regret it soon or later. You cannot live on a lie, trust me. I should know since I have lived most of my life on so many lies… lies I cannot… lies I will never be able to tell you. So take your time, because I am… my life is not simple, and it will never be. You have my number so call or not. But take your time." I said and left a chocked Victor behind to deal with the mess which is not fair to him, but I cannot stay here.

Morning

I was cooking when the mobile rang, and I hoped it was Victor, but it was Sihai Maui, one of my coworkers who happened to be a very close friend.

"Babe, I need your help." Sihai said with tension in her voice. She was scared out of her mind which kind of scared me. Shai was not easy to scare which was one of the qualities I loved about her.

"Babe, please help me." Shai now screamed. "He is here. Please help me, Drue. He is here." There were noises in the background, and something which sounded like Shia being hit by someone then a shot, and last stillness. The phone was then taken by an unknown male and judging from his voice in his late 20 till early 30.

"You are the one who put Cindy out of business, are you not?" The voice asked. So Victor did take my advice, I thought. But now I needed to focus on the voice, because the voice would tell me about its owner, and the owner would tell me where Shai was. She deserved a proper funeral. She might have lived a life full of sin, but she still deserved to have a funeral as any other human being on this Earth. I could feel a tear fall down from my eye. I felt sorrow over the loss of a dear friend who helped me get use to my new life in America one year ago.

"I have no idea what you are taking about. And why should I tell you anything, you just killed a friend of mine." I lied without hesitation.

"You can do better than that, Drue."

"How can I help you?"

"My Johansson. I am looking for My Johansson." The man said with a thin accent which I could not place. Southern perhaps..?

"Why?" I said with any hesitation. This man was looking for me, and if he found, he would hand me over to someone else – most likely my husband or my family… which I was not interested in.

"Because a bird told me, she is wroth killing for." Which bird, I thought…

"You must have heard wrong. My Johansson is dead – died at age 5."

"Funny, you of all people knew that… I must have been wrong then. Word of advice, honey: My maybe be dead, but people are still looking for her. Powerful people, and if they do not find her, they will keep killing, you understand?" Then he showed me something about himself which he did not want. He showed me that he felt remorse, and that he could put himself in another person´s shoes.

"I understand." I said, and the man hung out. Why was someone looking for My Johansson? Why were they looking for me? Who was ´they´? What did they want? Why were there so bloody many question and no bloody answers? I hated it. Hated this shit which always kept me up at night and still hunted my dreams after all this time… I put the guilt aside and called James to tell him about Shai. She deserved as much as her murder found and judged for his wrongdoings. Whoever he might be…

That phone call bugged me a lot till I got a letter. The letter said:

Drue if that is even your name.

Whoever you may be, you can stop the dead of countless women.

Just come to me free willingly, and no one will die.

I will give you three day before I kill her.

"I agree to the conditions, Angel; because you know best what my punishment ought to be; only - only - don't make it more than I can bear!"

There was a picture of a girl who could not be more than 16. Her blonde hair and blue eyes was somehow familiar. Where had I seen her before? Who was she? Shaking I called the one number, I had wished, would call me. Victor… Then it hit me who the girl was. Diana, daughter of Franny and Ian.