CHAPTER 7:

Cooper and James walked into to seeing Fiona and Jen sitting on the couch, watching TV. James smiled. He knew they had obviously made up and were friends again. He walked over and sat down beside Jen without a word. He hoped she wouldn't be able to sense that he told Cooper.

"Hey." James said, leaning over and kissing Jen on the cheek. She smiled with a wink. "Fiona? I have this text from this number that I think you might just be able to track down." He handed her his phone. Fiona read over the text message and pulled out her laptop, putting in the number into her search engine. Her computer began going through several online databases that she had hacked into. Fiona was waiting until finally, a name appeared with the number.

"It belongs to some girl named Erica Smirnov. Hmm….last name is definitely Russian, first name isn't. She's probably married into the mafia." Fiona told them. Jen thought about it.

"Wait a moment…Marcus Dane had a sister. I met her once, back when I was still in school. She was two years younger than me. I don't remember her exact name, but I think it could be her. She'd do anything for her brother. Anything." Jen explained.

"Hmm…" Fiona mumbled deep in thought. She began searching for this so called sister of Marcus Dane's. "He was so…..gah…he made his own MySpace page. NO ONE uses that anymore unless you're a musician who wants to get noticed. Let's see, looking at his friends…ah! Erica Michelle Dane-Smirnov. She's into fashion, and apparently, lives in Moscow. But her current location is London, England."

"Ah, I see. So, Marcus' little sister marries into the mafia. He uses this link to get whatever he wants, including revenge on me." Jen replied, playing out a scenario.

"Or, he's already involved in the mob, marries his sister off to get in the good books, and uses that relation to get everything he wants. Then after you broke it off with him in Dakar, he goes to the mob, asking to help track you down. They do so, he moves in across from you, tries to pick up your relationship where he thinks you've left it off. When that fails, he gets the mob to send him a professional hit man, Vladimir Labuzov." James added.

"And now, I'll bet that after I killed Marcus, one of those guys dealing with him must have told Erica, who told her husband that she wants you both dead." Fiona said.

"Don't you think she'll come after you too?" Jen asked worriedly.

"Probably. Unless she doesn't know that I was the one dating her brother, and she assumed that he picked up his relationship with you…but then again, the text from her did say that they knew she made a mistake in our identities." Fiona said, first looking down at her wounded arm, then going back to her laptop, trying to find out more about this Erica.

"I think then we should both be on alert."

"Oh of course." Fiona replied. She wanted to point out that Jen should be on alert even more because of the baby, but she kept her mouth shut.

"So I think that the two of you should stay here and Cooper and I go back to your apartment." James said. Jen scowled at him.

"No! We'll be fine."

"Jen! It's not…they're gonna think that you'll still be at your apartment and that's the first place they'll look!"

"James…I guess you are right. I just didn't want to be…"

"To be what?" James said, looking straight into her eyes.

"Without you." Jen whispered sadly. Fiona looked over at James from behind Jen's shoulder and pouted.

"We will see what we can do. But I think for now, its best that you two stay here." James decided. Cooper walked into the room.

"I think that'll work. And besides, with my baseball bat, and James' aim with a gun, we'll be able to handle anything that comes at us. Eh?"

"Yeah, we'll be fine." James said reassuringly to Jen. She couldn't help but smile.

"All right, I've got to go out and get us some groceries." Fiona stated, closing her laptop and setting it down gently on the wooden coffee table. Cooper looked over at her.

"In what car?" Cooper chuckled as Fiona realised she didn't have her own vehicle in England.

"Can I borrow one of yours? You know, since you stole my Camaro back in Venezuela, I think I should at least be allowed to…"

"Here." Cooper cut her off, throwing her a set of keys. "Be gentle." Fiona laughed as she walked outside to the underground garage. She hit the unlock button and walked over to the car that had its lights on. It was in fact, her bright pink Camaro.