Watching the Mossad agent and nurse escort the frail Jordon Vogel on to a private jet for his trip to Israel. "Can't help to feel a little sorry for him." Annie taking Eyal by the arm and holding tight.

"His quality of life will improve and he has already been a prisoner in that watch tower for the past three years. Don't feel sorry for him but be happy. The man will be treated well."

"Long day, how about a drink." Annie fishing for a nightcap.

"My thoughts also." Eyal putting his arm around Annie, "How about back at my hotel room with a nice bottle of fine wine. We can plan our next move. There is still Blair and more documents to be found."

This suited Annie just fine, she wanting to spend some alone time with Eyal, he was really growing on her and maybe he felt the same. Their kiss the other day was remarkable and she couldn't get out of her mind where else their relationship could go. Yeah she was feeling a bit starry-eyed toward this man.

"Just one night cap Neshema, we have an early appointment tomorrow and if I spend much more time with you... well I just keep that to myself." He walked into the hotel room ahead of her. She slipped off her coat, holding her hand out for his. Eyal also removed his coat and directed her to small kitchenette.

"I find if we drink in the kitchen area, it is a lot less alluring as the bedroom." Annie watching Eyal as he poured two glasses of wine.

"Personally I prefer the bedroom, but the kitchen is fine for tonight." He was being his playful self.

After they finished their drink, he stood up, walk over to her, taking her hand and pulling her to her feet, very gently putting his arm around her and softly kissed her lips, but before the kiss could go any farther, they broke their embrace, and he started to the bedroom area and picking up his coat. "I should be taking you back to your hotel."

As he reached the door, he turned to wait for Annie to put on her coat. "Have I ever told you I hate this London weather. I have a 40 foot sail boat in Greece, how about running away with me to the Aegean Sea and watch some sunsets together. I maybe extending myself a little about the running away part, it would be nice if you would join me some time on my boat. Just sailing around and soaking up the sun."

Annie with dancing lights reflecting in her eyes, smiled, "When this is all over with call me, I would like that."

"It's a date. Come now my Neshema, time for me to get you back to your hotel before I change my mind."

Reaching her hotel, Eyal walked Annie to the lobby. "I enjoyed tonight, I'll see you in the morning." He kisses her once more, very gently and left. Yes this was going to be the beginning Annie mused. Her last thoughts that night before sleep were visions of sailing the blue seas with Eyal.

The next morning, Annie slipping on her coat as Eyal picked up a two-way radio and checking the batteries. They were on their way to the rental car place, Annie was in need of a car for the day.

"Do you really think this will work?" Annie taking her radio from Eyal for a quick test.

"There are still some loose ends to this mystery and Blair is holding the key. With what Jordon told us on our drive back to London I really want to nail Blair for her part in a cover up. She has gotten by with way to much already."

"Well if this little ruse of yours doesn't work I got to call it quits and head back home. Joan is getting antsy about me staying too long in London."

"If this doesn't work I've run out of ideas and Blair would get by with murder."

"Yeah I know so let's go and give it our best shot." Annie slipping her arm into Eyal and giving him a kiss as they headed out the door.

"What's that for?"

"Luck and a promise of later tonight."

"All-Right Neshema..."

"Alright, George." Blair Vogel snapped as she got out of her car and walked up to Eyal. He was leaning on his own Audi, a brief case in his hand, in front of Malcolm McMillan's derelict estate - Trotter Castle. "What do you want and why couldn't you have told me over the phone? What was so important that I had to drive all the way down here to meet you at this old place?"

Eyal gave her a chagrined look and a slight shake of his head. "I'm sorry, Bea…"

"Blair." She said coldly.

"Sorry?" Eyal blinked.

"My name is Blair. Only my close friends can call me Bea and you have proven not to be one of those."

Eyal dropped his head with a sigh his voice filled with contrition. "I'm sorry Blair. Look, you have every right to be angry with me. And I wouldn't have bothered you at all if this wasn't important. But I promise you, there just wasn't any other way but to call you down here."

"For what?" She looked at him suspiciously.

Eyal took a deep breath and made a show of cautiously scanning the surrounding area before turning his attention back to her. "I found some information." He told her. "It was…" He paused and took another look around before giving her his most sincere look. "Well, it was rather sensitive and I didn't want it to fall into the wrong hands."

Blair unconsciously echoed Eyal's furtive scan of the area before turning her still distrusting attention back to him. "What are you talking about? What information? I thought you couldn't find anything in the cellar that you were looking for?"

Eyal took another serious look around. "The Totter Castle isn't the only place in England where your uncle had information." He told her. "We… well, I found some other… uh, files that showed something rather disturbing."

"What kind of files?" She wanted to know.

"Files about your real mother and father, as well as your husband." Eyal gave her a level look. "I didn't want to take the chance of anyone hearing about this or seeing us together, so I asked you to meet me here. This way, I'd be sure we were alone." Eyal noticed with some approval that Blair paled just slightly and a light sheen of perspiration appeared on her brow.

"Let's go into the house." She said stiffly. Leading the way she almost hurried to the door, unlocking it and leading Eyal inside. Once inside, she closed the creaking door firmly behind them and whirled around on Eyal. "Alright. Now, what is this non-sense about my 'real' parents and my dead husband?"

Eyal could tell she was hiding her nervousness under anger and that suited him just fine. "I found out that Mae Stewart wasn't your real mother." He told her. "And that Montgomery Stewart never existed. I have legal documentation of it."

Blair's paleness increased, but to her credit, she didn't shrink away from him. Standing firmly, she squared her shoulders and faced him head on. "That's preposterous. There is no legal documentation of it."

Eyal pounced on her words. "Ah, hah. So you do admit that Malcolm McMillan was your father and Anna Golubev was your mother?"

"I'll admit no such thing." She answered. "And I will not stand here and allow you to drag my family name through the mud. Malcolm McMillan has already done his share and now he is buried."

Blair turned back towards the door but Eyal stopped her with a hand on her arm. "Don't you even want to see the information I have?"

Blair looked down at the hand on her arm in irritation then back up at the smirk on Eyal's face. "I don't believe you have any sort of proof of…" Her words died on her lips as out of the corner of her eye, she saw something flit by in the shadows of the shuttered front room. "Did you see that?"

"What?" Eyal's brow furrowed as he looked around. "The only thing I see is a frightened woman who doesn't want to face the truth."

Eyal's words snapped Blair's attention back to him and she gave him a fierce glare. "I am not some frightened little wimpy of a girl like that partner of yours." She snarled. "I do not quake at your so-called truth and I would have to see this information you claim to have to believe anything you say."

"Well then," Eyal arched a brow at her. "Let me show you."

As Eyal placed the brief case onto a nearby table and pretended to have trouble opening it, He was buying time for Annie being there to carry out her part in this little play for the benefit of Blair. There was a muffled noise from the other room and Eyal with his back to Blair smile, Annie was at work.

"What was that?" Blair's head jerked up as she heard what sounded like a large thump in the other room.

"I don't hear anything." Eyal responded, praying silently that if it was Annie, she could hide quickly before Blair entered the room and found her.

"Well, I did." Blair said firmly. "There's someone in there. Is that where your partner is, George? Are you two trying to scam me?" With each question, Blair's voice just a touch higher in pitch.

"Blair," Eyal said, stepping in front of Blair to block her. "My partner is not here. I told you, I wanted to show this stuff to you alone. I don't want Anna Walters to know any of this. She's too honest and will take it to the authorizes now you wouldn't want all the mess being dragged back through the newspapers. Think Blair, you are rebuilding your family's reputation.

Silently, Blair considered his words and finally nodded with a sigh. "Alright. Then show me this documentation you supposedly have."

Letting out the breath, he'd been holding, Eyal stepped back over to the briefcase and bent to open it, when suddenly it happened.

Eyal had just bent down to release the catch on the briefcase when a book come sailing through the air, missing his head by inches. Jolting up, Eyal glared over at Blair. "Why did you throw a book at me?"

Blair, who'd seen the book fly past, stood in shock, her face a much paler shade of white. "I… I… I didn't do that." She told him. "I swear. It wasn't me. That thing just came out of nowhere."

Eyal gave her an "Oh, sure" look and bent down, picking up the book. It was titled, 'Something Wicked This Way Comes' by Ray Bradbury. Eyal had to stifle a smile at Annie's cleverness. "Well, somebody threw it." He commented. "Books don't just throw themselves."

"George, I did not throw that book." Blair was fighting to remain calm but her voice was giving her away.

"Alright, alright." Eyal waved her off. "Look, let me just show this to you and then we can talk terms."

Blair momentarily forgot the book when Eyal mentioned terms. "What do you mean, terms?"

"I mean, what I'm going to get out of having this information." He told her. "You didn't think I was just going to hand this over to you without some sort of payment, did you? I'm just a lowly antique dealer with lots of overheard in my business and who isn't remunerated nearly enough for what I do and I'm in need of money, Blair." Eyal dropped his voice menacingly. "Of course, I can always share this information with a certain reporter I know."

"Show me what you have." Blair said angrily.

Grinning, Eyal reached into the briefcase and pulled out a file, handing it to her. "Of course, that's not the original." He told her. "Those are just copies. But as you can see I do have the goods on you and your uncle."

Blair opened the file and found a copy of a birth certificate naming Anna Golubev as the mother of a baby girl and Malcolm McMillan as the father. The certificate, thanks to a good cobber friend of Eyal, was official looking in every way, right down to the seal imprinted on its surface.

Behind that was a letter, apparently in Malcolm McMillan handwriting and addressed to his sister Mae. In the letter, he told her how Anna had given birth to their child and then threatened, just hours later, to take the baby away unless he married her. He went on to say that he momentarily lost his mind and killed Anna, dumping her body in a nearby lake on the Trotter Castle property.

Blair looked up at Eyal. "Thi… this isn't right. He… he never… she didn't… Anna didn't want to marry him. She…" She stopped and took a deep breath. "My uncle did not write this." She managed to clear the momentary emotion from her voice.

"Didn't he?" Eyal asked as he stepped forward and turned that paper over to show page two of the letter. This page had Malcolm McMillan's signature and was dated just a few days after Blair's birth. "I had that signature checked, Blair. It's your uncle's."

Blair looked at the paper then turned it over and looked at what was beneath it. Another letter, this time from her dead husband Jordon Vogel and was addressed to Malcolm McMillan. The tone of this letter was very businesslike and to the point. Jordon Vogel had proof that McMillan had murdered Anna and he wanted McMillan full support of his conversation they had. Classified intel of the British military and weapons passed to Vogel. If not, he would take his information to the proper authorities and to the newspapers.

This time, Blair couldn't hide the quivering of her chin as she read the letter and Eyal knew he had her. "I figure your uncle didn't like having the squeeze put on him by your husband so he killed him." He told her, watching her carefully to gauge her reaction.

Blair looked up at him and started to reply when an eerie howling could be heard in the house. Though rather soft at first, it seemed to come from everywhere at once and was getting louder. Without thinking, Blair immediately stepped close to Eyal. "Let's take this somewhere else." She said, trembling.

But Eyal shook his head. "I'm not giving you any opportunities to get anything on me like your husband had on McMillan. That's why I chose this house. No way for you to trap me here."

Blair gave him a disparaging look. "I have no reason to trap you. I…"

Just then, a moan could be heard, followed by the sound of footsteps, as though someone was walking through the house with heavy shoes and a cane. Step, slide - tap. Step, slide - tap. Step, slide – tap.

Blair turned absolutely white as she looked around for the source of the noise but saw absolutely nothing except dust motes dancing in the air in the small ray of sunshine that had breached the closed drapes. "I want to leave here now." She said as she started for the door. But just as she stepped away from Eyal, the front door opened, violently slamming back against the wall then just as violently slamming closed again.

Both Eyal and Blair froze. Eyal knew Annie was good but he hadn't thought she quite that good.

Suddenly another noise could be heard. It was the sound of a piano, playing a tune from Tchaikovsky's Swan Lake. Blair's eyes almost literally bugged out as she looked wildly about her. "That… that was… was my moth… mother's favorite tune." She said. "My father told me that. He… he…" She swallowed hard. "I'm getting out of here."

Starting forward again, she marched towards the now closed door and gripped the knob but it would not open. Pulling with all her might, she could not get it to budge.

Eyal was seriously impressed with his partner and had to fight to pretend to be as frightened as Blair. "Come on." He said gruffly. "Let's try the back door."

Nodding, Blair let go of the knob and followed Eyal hurriedly to the kitchen in the back of the house. But it was the same there. The door refused to open. "What are we going to do?" She moaned in fear.

"Well, you know." Eyal tried to sound reasonable. "I've heard that anytime a ghost acts up, he wants something. Maybe the ghost is your mom and she just wants the truth to be known. She wants it known that Malcolm McMillan murdered her."

But Blair shook her head. "My father loved my mother." She said sadly. "He didn't murder her. She died giving birth to me."

Just then the doors of all the cabinets in the room suddenly began to bang open and closed and several dishes hurled themselves to the floor to smash to smithereens. Blair turned even paler, if that was possible.

"Well, it seems that something here wants something." Eyal gave her a pointed look, not fazed in the slightest by the chaos going on around him.

As he spoke the moaning began again and though the cupboard doors had slowed in their banging, they had not stopped. Above it all the music could be heard again as well as the footsteps and now another even more terrifying sound made itself known. A voice, hissing in their ears from nowhere. "Tell the truth." It demanded. "TELL THE TRUTH!"

Even Eyal was slightly shaken by that one, though he knew it wasn't real. "So what is it that you're hiding, if not your mother's murder?" He made his tone a little kinder and softer when Blair raised her eyes to his with a profoundly anguished expression on her face.

"I killed my husband." She said.