Jerome, Fabian thought idly, as he scanned the shelves of the bookstore. It must have been Jerome. He was snapped out of his thoughts when Nina and Eddie came in the door.

"I told you, I wanted to go to the beach. Chill a little." Eddie said angrily.

Nina rolled her eyes. "Of course. You just wanted to go there because of Patricia."

"Yacker's pretty funny when she's wound up."

"So she you've given her a nickname now? Remember what happened the last time you did this to a girl?"

"It was a long time ago." Eddie scanned the bookshop. Fabian instinctively ducked beneath a bookshelf and tried not to listen. He didn't want to interrupt a private conversation. Or spy on Eddie and Nina. "Anyways," Eddie continued, "Dad got us out of that."

"Yeah, that time. You heard what he said. The next time you pull a stunt like that and it's the end of both our careers." Nina reminded him.

"Well maybe I don't want to be a model!" Eddie yelled. "Have you ever thought about that?"

"It's the only thing we're good for."

Eddie lowered his voice. "You mean, it's the only thing Dad will accept."

Nina sighed. "Look, sometimes I don't want to do this either. But Dad wanted us to. So, we do it." She walked around the book store.

"Yeah, like that worked out so well for Mom, didn't it?" Eddie yelled after her.

Nina immediately stormed back to Eddie and slapped him. "That was not Dad's fault."

Eddie laughed sarcastically. "Of course it wasn't."

"It was an accident."

"He knew! He knew, Nina, what would happen. And he let it go on. He abandoned us."

"He's making up for it now."

"Too little, too late."

"He got us a job."

"He got us a job where we wouldn't get into trouble." Eddie shook his head. "I don't know how much longer I can do this, living a lie."

Nina's voice changed and became more comforting. "We just do what we're meant to do, then we leave. End of story."

"Until he wants more. He's just using us."

"I know, but it's just for now. We can leave as soon as it's over."

The shop door opened, then closed. Fabian took a deep breath and stood up…only to find himself face to face with Nina.

Eddie sighed and stuffed his hands in his pockets. Why was his dad so desperate? He angrily kicked a stone down the path.

Amber strolled down the village street. She took out her phone and dialed. Putting the phone in between her shoulders and head, she rummaged through her bag. Finally, someone picked up.

"What do you want?" A voice asked on the other end.

"This is Willow Jenks, the secretary of Eric Sweet." Amber replied.

"What does he want?"

"He wants you to know that he's found the father and DNA tests won't be necessary."

The voice on the other end paused. "Alright, who was it?"

"That's our business." Amber said coolly.

"It's the police's business too."

Amber sighed. "Look, it doesn't matter. It is not pertinent to the investigation."

"And how do you know that?" The man on the other side asked suspiciously.

"Because we already talked it over with the detectives. They agreed it wasn't pertinent and in the modeling industry your reputation is everything."

The man on the other side waited for a few moments. "Alright."

"Thank you." Amber said brightly. She ended the call and went into the local pub. "Thank you for letting me use your cellphone." She said to a young couple.

They smiled at her. "Boyfriend coming to pick you up?" The woman asked politely.

Amber smiled again. "Yeah, he's just running late. Thanks again." She added waving before leaving through the pub doors.

Mara slowly walked down the street. How on Earth could Joy have committed suicide? She was Joy. She fit her name perfectly. She had gotten the boy she wanted, she had gotten everything that she wanted. How could she just die, like that?

Unless, Mara quickened her pace, unless she didn't commit suicide. She was murdered! But by whom?

Jerome stared at the one thing he could never have. Ever. He was much too dirty to touch innocence. He could only watch. He could only watch and protect. That was all. Anything more and the innocence would be sullied.

Patricia sat down on the sand at the beach. Joy was gone. Joy would have loved this. Joy, Joy, Joy. How could Joy be gone? Joy couldn't be gone. Someone took Joy away. Someone took Joy far far away. How far? Was it very far? She felt spray on her face, then realized it was her tears.

"Hey, Yacker!"

Nina's accusatory eyes stared at Fabian through the hole in the book cases. "What did you hear?"