Grace's PoV

I knew this would happen, I told him this would happen. They'd been following him, watching every move he made. He was so sure that everything would be okay, that it would work out. Now, here I was, a text from an anonymous someone, sitting in front of me. I held back my tears which was the best thing to do right now. No one needed to see me fall apart, no one. Soon, they would all know, they would find out through the news, through a message, through the internet, everywhere. They would judge, they would make up rumors about my family and me.

Looking around the room, I searched for Ricky, but he wasn't here. I needed him, I needed to tell him so he could fix it. I caught Adrian searching my face for an answer, I must of looked confused.

"Where's Ricky?" I mouthed to Adrian and she shrugged her shoulders. I gave Ben a look thinking that he knew where he was. Ben shook his head and shrugged. I turned back around in my seat and fiddled with my fingers so I wouldn't break down.

"Students this is a break between Acts so if you need to go to the bathroom or get a snack do it now and come directly back here," Principal Gallagher announced on stage, microphone in hand. Using my opportunity, I shot from my seat and headed outside.

"Ricky?" I came around the corner as I called his name and found he and Amy talking. A tear escaped my eye and Ricky pulled me into his arms. I felt small hands on my back and I knew they were Amy's.

"What's wrong honey?" Amy's voice was strained with sympathy and concern. I wiped my eyes with the palm of my hand. Ricky held me tighter.

"Grace, what's going on?" He pulled away from me slightly and explored my demeanor for what he was looking for, but he couldn't find it. I'd learned to hide answers from people, I don't give many of my emotions away. My mother had taught me to hide emotions away from people. I was really struggling at the moment though.

"He's gone Ricky, they took him. I don't know how or why, I just know he's gone," Ricky knew who I was talking about without me having to tell him.

"What? How?"

"Ricky, I just told you I didn't know, I just know it happened," He removed his arms from around me and ran his fingers through his hair, he was frustrated. I turned to Amy who must have been confused, but she was gone. People began wandering around the school doors, taking their break from the play. Ricky pulled me to the corner of the building where there was no one but him and me.

"Grace how did you find out about this?" He was holding back his frustrations. Ricky knew what would happen if my dad went to prison and he wasn't prepared for it, not yet.

"It was through a message, someone sent it to me just a few minutes ago," Pulling my phone out of my back pocket, I showed him the message.

"Not good, this is not good. We have to go home, right now," A small breeze floated between Ricky and I and the faint smell of smoke slammed into my nostrils. That was the least of my worries right now though.

Nora's PoV

I'd forced myself not to cry. There was time for that later. I sat behind a desk in the small cramped room. I knew they were watching me through the glass. I couldn't see them, but I knew they could see me. Putting my hand over my mouth I let loose the tinniest whimper. They'd left me in here, trying to mess with my mental emotions. I will not break, not in front of them. I will not let my husband be thrown in prison, even if that's what he deserved.

A small breeze hit me as a tall, muscular man walked in. He watched me, his eyes never left mine. Intimidation was his goal, but he didn't succeed. Placing the palm of his hands on the desk, he looked back at the one-way glass. I gripped the bottom of the table in frustration.

"So, Mrs. Castel, your day isn't going too well now is it?" He smirked at me and I wanted nothing more than to slap his lopsided smile.

"No, actually my day was going really well until you lovely pigs dragged me from my home for some bullshit charge on my husband," I returned his smirk. A snicker fell from his tight lips. "And exactly what is he being charged with, if you don't mind me asking,"

"Actually, I do mind. You see, my job is to ask the questions, not yours. Your job is to sit there and answer my questions like the good citizen you are," He pulled a chair from the corner and slid it up to the table. "Now, if you don't mind," he said sitting in the chair, "let's get started."

The door opened again and a woman about my height stepped in. She had an arrogance wrapped around her that wasn't fitting. The way she walked in with her nose in the air told me that she wasn't used to losing a case. That'll change.

"Nora, are you familiar with Marshall Bowman?" The female detective said handing her partner a file folder that I was sure had evidence inside.

"No, I don't believe I know him, why?" They ignored me.

"Where were you, Mrs. Castel, six months ago from today- January 27th, 2012? Were you with your husband out of town?" I grinned at them.

"My husband and I were not in the country six months ago, it was our anniversary, so yes, I was out of town with him," They looked at one another quickly and opened the folder. Pulling out a picture, they both searched it carefully.

"What about your children, Grace and Richard, where were they?" My heart began beating intangibly. The mention of the most precious things in my life, especially in a police station did not make me happy. They could only be trying to break me, like they had before.

"Ricky and Grace were at home. I called them every night and every night they picked up the phone. Leave my children out of whatever stunt you're trying to pull, both of you,"

"Did they answer the phone together, or was it only Grace? What about Ricky, where was he?" They didn't care. They disregarded my request.

"Listen, they were at home, I'm sure of it," The male detective threw a picture at me and there he was plain as day. The dark hair, the smirk, everything matched my sons appearance. Ricky was there, at the Bowman's house. Damn it Ricky.

"You don't look so sure now Nora,"

Marshall Bowman (six months ago)

It was a surprisingly cool night, being in the middle of summer and all. I hated sitting here and watching him, scoping his every move. It was my job to study him, to learn his habits, and I'd done well to learn so much about him these last few weeks. I knew that he wakes up in the middle of the night to drink a sip of wine, I know that every morning he steps outside only to gaze into the clear sky. I'd been in his house to and I understood that he was a family man, he was also having an affair so he couldn't be that much about family.

He was a wolf in sheep's clothing and I knew it first hand. He'd burned my dad and my family and intended to take him out, sooner than later. I wasn't going to follow instructions because I wasn't a dog. I wouldn't sit here and let someone tell me what they wanted me to do, I'm my own person. I would not wait until he came back from his "business trip". I didn't have enough control to wait, so I acted on impulse.

There was a clear shot of him, if only he would stop moving around so damn much. He and his wife were in the kitchen, dancing and laughing and I hated to interrupt such a memorable time, but I wasn't here to make his life grand, I was here to end it.

I took the black gloves from my back pocket and placed them on my shaking hands. With a practiced motion, I twisted the silencer onto the pistol. Making sure to walk softly, I went around to the side door and knocked. I could hear their laughing cease and then their were heavy footsteps coming towards me from the inside. I slowly pulled my hood over my head, enough so that he couldn't really make out my face. The door twisted and a smiling Marshall Bowman greeted me. Raising the gun to his head I watched all color leave his face. His wife screamed as the gun went off and Marshall slammed into the floor.

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