As soon as the words left her mouth, the discord surrounding them ceased. The cabinet doors stopped in mid-swing, the plates that had started to lift themselves from the shelves settled back down with just a slight clang and the music, footsteps and voice could no longer be heard. All was deathly still.

Eyal ignored the silence as he stared at her, shocked at what he'd heard. "You… You murdered him?" He managed.

Blair shrugged as she sank wearily down into a nearby chair. "Murder is a relative term." She said cryptically. "I did kill him, but I'm not sure I would call it murder."

"Well, what exactly would you call it?" Eyal asked as he leaned back against a counter for support.

The Blair that looked up at him was not the one he had always seen. Gone was the superior and haughty sneer. Her stiff and upright posture had melted and she seemed to almost curl into herself.

"He was trying to force my father to do some things that were illegal." She began to explain. "Jordon threatened to ruin him if he didn't go along. My father to protect me when along with Jordon's demands for a few years. I know what you must think of him, with the gambling scandal and all, but that simply wasn't the man I knew. He was a good man who tried hard to do the right things; he just got caught up in… in…" She paused and took a deep breath not sure what words to use to convince him.

Eyal moved forward and sat on a chair next to her. She was speaking so softly, he was afraid the wire he was wearing would have trouble picking her voice up otherwise. Besides, there was something so sad about her; he almost wanted to give her a hug.

Blair straightened a little and looked over at Eyal. "My father was spiraling downward, gambling debts and the parade of women in his life were taking a toll on him and then, somehow a reporter found out about his life style outside of the Department of Defense and wrote a long feature in the London Times. That force my father to resign but it didn't stop there. MI6 had known about sensitive intel being leaked and launched an investigation into my father's actives and he was arrested shortly thereafter."

Blair looking down at her folded hands as a few tears fell. She slowly wiped her face and when on with her side of the story. "My father was murdered while being held in jail. Someone didn't want him to talk but at the time of his death I knew nothing about Jordon's involvement with any agreement between him and my father. To me, my husband was an old kindly man that I turned to for support and he was absolutely wonderful through the entire ordeal. But as the years drifted by since my father's death Jordon and I grew apart. That's when I met you George and for that I have no regrets."

"Nor do I Blair. Please go on." Eyal with an exceedingly compassionate tone.

"Well after you returned to Cyprus I received another hard blow that I can't believe. My husband was having an affair with a woman and it had been going on for years. As if that wasn't enough, I found out Jordon was a Russian spy, and he was the one blackmailing my father into leaking top secret information. I went to find Jordon but he was nowhere to be found, I mean vanished into thin air. It was weeks before the private detective I hired located someone living at Trotter Castle and I assumed it was Jordon. So I drove down there."

"Why didn't you just call the police?"

"All the information I had was hearsay, no real proof. So I decided to find out if it was Jordon and confront him face to face. It was early evening when I found him standing on the edge of the cliff overlooking the English Channel. It wasn't as I expected, he was mad, mad at me and the world in general. Quickly we found ourselves in a heated argument. Jordon was furious and he accused me of having numerous affairs the whole time we were married."

"You did Blair. I was one of the affairs."

"You were the only one George." Blair was as good at mendacious lying as any spy could be. "But like I said, he was furious and pushed me trying to walk away. I wasn't finished with him, there were still more questions for him to answer and the more we argued the angrier he got. He started pushing me and hitting me with his fist, brutally hitting and hitting me again and again.

Eyal's brow crinkled in confusion. "Are you saying you killed him in self-defense?"

Blair sighed and shook her head. "No, it wasn't that, exactly." Getting back to her feet, Blair stepped over to the cellar door and haltingly touched the knob before pulling her hand back as if it were hot.

"We were here, in this house, when it happened."

"Here?" Eyal was so engrossed in what she was telling him, he had forgotten that his partner had yet to put in an appearance. "Were you staying here? Here in this house?"

"He finally stopped beating on me and came into the house, swearing the whole time in his native tongue of German. Collecting myself together I followed him to the main hall way and once more tried to talk with him. He just dismissed me, call me a man hungry bitch. He turned away from me and I hit him as he walked into the kitchen. We were here, in this room. Jordon was furious. I stepped up next to him and took his arm, thinking I could calm him down, but he shook me off, shoved me backwards. I fell on the floor and before I could get up, he was on me, kicking me in the stomach and clubbing me with his fist and screaming at me."

"Then it was self-defense." Eyal said logically. "You were just defending yourself."

She paused and Eyal noticed her hand gently and briefly caress her stomach before she looked back up at him. "He didn't care about me but something in him made him stopped. He wouldn't have done anything else to me and left me laying there on the floor. But he'd already done enough." She raised anguished eyes to him. "I was pregnant, George, pregnant with his child. When he was hitting and kicking me, I could feel something inside of me break and I knew he had killed my baby, our baby. When I finally got up off the floor, I couldn't think of anything else but doing the same thing to him."

Eyal closed his eyes and dropped his head. It now made sense and despite himself he felt sorry for her. "Blair…"

"Leaving him bleeding here I ran, ran as fast as I could away from here and back to London. Once I had calmed down I knew someone would soon find the body and I had to dispose of it. That when I drove back down here with a hired person of questionable background and there was no body anywhere. A trail of blood leading from the kitchen out back and into the woods beyond. We search, oh believe me we searched but still not finding a body we gave up. Let the foxes take care of the corpse and we returned to the house. We went about washing all traces of blood from the house, lock the place up tight and left."

"What about the plane crash Blair. Did you also stage the plane crash?"

"That part was easy. Lucky for me Jordon was a pilot with his own private plane, all I had to do was find another pilot to fly the plane near Russia and crash it. Do you have any idea how many unemployed pilots are out there looking for the next pound. Money can buy just about anything if you know the right people. I had everything arranged, the plane crash and the memorial service. The perfect farewell to Jordon Vogel and I could go on with my life.

"So you arranged the cover up of Vogel's death."

"YES." Her head snapped up, anger replacing the sorrow. "I killed that bastard because of what he did to me. I grabbed a knife and stabbed him till I was sure he was dead. And I don't regret it. But I am not going to prison for it." Reaching into the purse she still had hanging on her shoulder, she quickly pulled out a gun and raised it towards Eyal.

Outside Annie had just driven up. She had car trouble and was late in getting to Trotter Castle. There in the driveway was Eyal's Audi and Blair's Mercedes. She quietly opens the door, pulled her gun and inched toward the front door. The door was ajar and as she entered she found the house quiet. Too quiet. Walking a little unsteadily, she made her way through the main hallway and into the kitchen, where a startling sight caught her eyes.

"Oh my gosh!" Was all she could think to say.

When Annie entered the kitchen, she saw Eyal and Blair locked in, what at first, looked like a passionate embrace on the floor. Annie knew Eyal was dedicated but she thought that was going a bit far. Then she realized what she was witnessing, was instead a struggle and despite the odds, it looked like Blair was going to win as she was practically sitting on top of Eyal, her hands around his throat.

Annie quickly crossed the room and grabbed the detestable woman by the arm. "Let him go." She grunted pulling as hard as she could.

But Blair, with a strength born of madness and hatred, would not budge. Annie stepping back and pointed her weapon at Blair. "Stop and get off him now or I'll blow your head off." Annie's voice was strong, clear and forceful.

Blair froze as she looked up and saw Annie holding the gun in her hands. Without releasing Eyal, she sat atop him for a second gauging her chances of getting the gun away from Annie. At that moment, Blair knew she had lost the battle but one last punch. Pulling an almost unconscious Eyal slightly up by the lapels of his jacket, she slammed his head back down on the floor before letting him go.

Never taking her eyes off of Annie, she got to her feet and slowly began to approach her. "You aren't going to shoot me." She said in a calm and almost soothing voice. "You're too afraid to shoot me."

Annie swallowed hard and backed up a few inches but kept her arms locked in front of her and the gun held tightly in both of her hands, her right index finger on the trigger. "I… I don't want to shoot you." Annie confessed. "But I will, if you don't stop right there." She hoped her bluff worked because she really didn't want to shoot that gun.

"No you won't." Blair said assuredly. "You don't have what it takes."

"She does," Eyal said from behind her, "and so I do." Both women had been locked in each other's sights and neither one had seen Eyal getting to his feet. When the struggle between he and Blair had begun, she had knocked his gun away from him and he had found it where it had landed under the table. Reclaiming his weapon, he now held it steadily against Blair's head. "Don't move, Blair." He warned. "I don't want to shoot you anymore than Annie does, but I will."

Blair halted her forward progress and stood perfectly still for a second. But she wasn't about ready to give up just yet. Suddenly dropping to the floor, she kicked out her leg, hitting Annie just below the knee and knocking her to the ground, causing her to bang her head on the cabinet behind her.

Desperately, Blair lunged for the gun that Annie had dropped but Eyal was on her in an instant. Grabbing her by the shoulder, he pulled her up and around and pulled back his fist, knocking her senseless in one smooth punch. Blair went down without a whimper.

Eyal released her and quickly moved over to Annie. "Annie!? You okay?" His heart was pounding loudly at the thought that she might seriously been hurt.

Annie was feebly trying to pull herself up but the task seemed beyond her for the moment. She did manage a smile though and a slight nod towards Eyal. "I'm alright, Eyal." She managed to reassure him.

Just then two local constables came rushing into the room, guns drawn and raised, ready to do battle. Only the battle was already over. Followed by Busby Ferguson and seeing Annie on the floor and Eyal holding her, "You two alright?"

Eyal nodded with a touch of irritation, as he helped Annie to her feet. "Delighted to see you again.?"

One of the constables bent down and grabbed a groggy Blair by the arm, helping her to her feet. "Sorry, Sir for not being here sooner but we just got the call." he said as he cuffed Blair and started leading her towards the door. "I'll take her out to the car and you explain it to Agent Lavin." He told Busby as he passed him.

Annie motioned to Busby that she would do the explaining. "Eyal, I wasn't upstairs. I had car trouble and that put me way behind getting to Seaford. Once here I found Busby and told him what we had planned and he called the police."

Eyal helped Annie to a chair and then looked at Busby a confused frown on his face. "So you weren't here either? Then how did you get all of those special effects to work so well?"

Busby gave Eyal and an odd look. "What special effects? Agent Lavin, are you sure you're alright? There were no special effects."

Eyal reached in his pocket for the wire; he still wore, and found that though it was a bit battered, it was still intact. "You can hear everything that happened on this?" Handing the recording to the second constable.

Eyal was in total disbelief about what had happen, the music, footsteps, book flying and all the supernatural happens but decided to keep it to himself. No need to even half way admit that just might be something like ghost about but who's ghost?

But Annie shook her head, instantly regretting it as her head pounded a bit. "When I got here the house was quiet, Eyal. That was just before I came in here. I saw you and Blair fighting and she was trying to strangle you and then I grabbed her, but she was like a mad woman and well I had to use my gun and…"

"Alright, Annie." Eyal stopped her in mid-ramble. Running a hand through his hair, he looked around the room before returning his gaze back to Busby. "Did you ever hear plates breaking or footsteps or a strange voice or doors slamming opened and closed in this house. Because that is what just happened here and now."

"Sure but it was either me or Vogel and he had wired the cabinets to swing open and close as well as remotely locking and unlock the front and back door. But all had to operated my us and I was in town and you know Vogel is in Israel."

Annie shook her head, now more certain than ever that Eyal must have sustained a concussion of some sort from his fight with Blair. "You are saying there were those things happening without any human help."

"And you weren't here?" Eyal just wanted to be sure.

Annie again shook her head again. "No, we weren't."

Eyal sat back in a chair, totally bewildered. "I think I need to go to the hospital and have my head examined." He said dejectedly.