Mercedes- Thank you for your support on this story, I truly appreciate it.

Two months and three weeks had passed by since Eliot Spencer had last spoke to Helena Carter. They little game of chasing her around was failing since lately, none of them got to see her, except for maybe Parker, and Nathan was getting as cranky and unbearable as someone could be...

They were in Italy, Florence, it was earlier spring and the time was fine, not too hot, but not too cold either. Eliot had just abandoned the team because they were freaking out on their search for Helena, he needed a drink.

He sat on the bench by the bar and ordered a drink; he was half way through his beer when a considerably large group of old ladies stood up to walk away, clearing his vision onto the other side of the room, that's when he saw him.

James Carter was wearing his usual black coat, leaning against the bar, downing a bottle of red wine, his hair was messed up and the dark circles under his eyes suggested he was having trouble sleeping, his hands were shaking and his gaze was absent and lost. The hitter stood up from where he was and carefully approached the man.

Can I take this seat? - He asked pulling the bench next to James.

-Yeah, sure... -The man said without turning to look at him.

-You're James, right? James Carter? - The man shivered and fear crossed his face.

-Look man, I already payed my debts, what more does your boss want? -Eliot frowned his brow.

-Nah man, I am a friend of your wife, Helena Carter. - The other shrugged with indifference and contempt.

-She's not my wife anymore. Left me a small fortune and left. Said it wasn't working anymore... - He punched the table, knocking his glass on the floor. - That bitch! I loved her... I... - James suddenly started crying, his head hiding on his arms, Eliot left a bill on the counter to pay for his beer and left the man alone.

-No! She's not in this hotel, I've searched everywhere and didn't find her. - Parker stated while jumping on the couch with anxiety.

-I think I know why - Three faces turned around and stared at the hitter who had just walked through the door. - Hardison, who do you tagged exactly to trace her?

-James, I tagged James. - Nathan looked at him with a big question spread all over his face. -What man, what? It's easier okay? He follows her everywhere and he doesn't keep changing her name like she does...

-She still kept changing her name? - Eliot asked.

-Yeah. - Nate answered. - Officially she was Helena Carter, yet, every time she met a business man or someone as important she'd present herself with a different alias. It makes her untraceable to us and it's easier to her since some of those aliases already have a past.

-And that's the exact reason I tagged James instead of her. Now, how can she's not in town? James made the check in, I am pretty sure it's him.

-She's not here because they're not together anymore! She divorced him!

-What? - They all asked in unison, Parker had finally stopped jumping.

-She let him with enough money to survive a year, maybe two if he behaves and left him.

Nobody said anything; the only thing making clear they had heard him was the big grin on the mastermind's face.

-Okay people - He started, pouring himself a glass of Scotch. - Let's finish this job, go back home and trace the great Sophie Devereaux.

It's seems like Sophie is finally back on the game. What do you think it will happen next?