Roger Lindsay opened the door to Jack's room, putting on a gloomy face in case he would be awake. He knew that he needed not only to get rid of him, but to fool the people living here as well. A cup of coffee in his hands, which he knew Jack liked, did he enter the room.

Jack apparently sleeping didn't look up, but Roger noticed that his lips were moving so he took a few steps towards him to listen.

'No…Fabrizio…'

That must be the name of his friend. Roger knew the whole story by now, having put together the pieces and everything was obviously taking a toll on him not being able to help his friend.

Jack was tossing and turning around in the bed, while Roger had a smug smile on his face that was growing bigger with each word he heard him utter.

'The diamond…'

You must not think that you get easy away with it, Mr Dawson!

Actually he had thought about contacting Caledon Hockley at first to make some business with him, but wasn't sure if this man could be trusted. After all it was his former fiancé he was going to harm and maybe he still did have some feelings for her. Roger Lindsay didn't think that someone like Caledon Hockley would look kindly to people who turned in previous fiancée into a whore. In fact it had hardly been trouble to find out about his Lygia's real identity, her photo being published in all kind of newspaper articles.

Mrs Pearson agreed with him that he was better not to tell anyone, as every other accessory would be one risk of them being caught.

Caledon Hockley was a rich millionaire after all, not some common scum from the streets and it would've been much harder to convince him of why he or Mrs Pearson hadn't told him earlier about Rose.

'Rose…'

His breathing was uneven and his face all white. Roger walked up to him observing Jack, who didn't make a sign of stirring.

Knowing that Jack couldn't hear him, he moved in closer to his head, almost touching him. At first he just listened to his breathing, considering maybe just getting a knife from the kitchen and ending it once and for all. However, he decided against it, realizing that this would push Rose away from him.

He straightened himself up once more, just watching Jack's chest rising, the cup still in his hand, when the door opened again. He almost dropped it.

It was Ruth Dewitt Bukater, her expression unreadable, but somehow suspicious, rolling her eyes and examining him.

"I wanted to see how he was doing. It's such an awful tragedy," he lied.

"Indeed," she answered her mouth cold and unmoving, like she was just speaking to the devil.

If only she knew…

Roger gulped, remembering the cup in his hands.

"Oh, I forgot…Mr Dawson likes this…maybe you could…when he wakes up?" he offered her an explanation of why he was there, but wasn't certain if Ruth had bought it. In fact she was the one person that he needed to do something about as well. Certainly she wasn't very fond of Mr Dawson, but Roger had noted that she also didn't particularly like him as well.

"Sure," Ruth told him taking it from his hands, emitting a sign of relieve, when he was had finally left the room. She found him strange and creepy to say the least.

When Jack opened his eyes he thought that he was still dreamng. His mother-in-law was surely the last person he had expected to see here.

"Mrs De…," he began, but Ruth quickly stopped him realizing his bad state.

Jack looked at her, wanting to ask her what she wanted, but his mouth was all dry and he was seeing stars again. The pain in his head was only getting worse.

"What…?"

"What I'm doing here?"

He nodded sitting up a bit.

Ruth took a seat from the edge, making herself comfortable near his bed.

"As stupid as it mean seem to you, Mr Dawson, but on first hand I simply wanted to know how you're doing."

Watching Jack's surprised look, Ruth could only smile slightly.

"I told you that I care about you. Secondly I…," she stopped herself not sure, if she should tell him or if maybe her mind was just playing tricks on her. Surely he had drunken too much like Rose believed.

Something, however, didn't seem quite right here.

"Is this for me?" Jack asked Ruth snapping out of her daydream.

"Yes."

"From you?"

"No, I mean…yes…I…never mind," she stammered confusing Jack a little bit as she was handing him the cup. In the end she totally forgot to tell him that it was from Mr Lindsay, while Jack wondered about Ruth's sudden strange behaviour.

"Do you remember what happened?" she wanted to know, when Jack had drunken the coffee.

"Did Rose send you?" he asked back.

As a matter of fact Rose had been here before and they talked, well more quarrelled, because Jack wouldn't admit that he had simply inhaled too much alcohol. He still remembered how she had looked at him hurt and angry.

I didn't think that you'd ever do this to me – her expression seemed to have said.

"No, Rose has no idea that I'm here."

"I can only tell you that I don't know. I've no idea what happened," he said. "Really," he added, when he noted that Ruth didn't believe him.

A moment later he was moving his hand up to his head again, as he started to ache badly once more.

Ruth watched him with a mixture of concern and suspicion.

"I'm sorry," he uttered feeling dizzy again.

"No, don't be. You should sleep a bit now," she told him standing up again taking the empty cup with her.

Rose unfolded the paper that was slipped under her door. Jack had been moved to a separate room as the doctor thought this better for his recovering. Visiting him before Rose had been furious that he was after all neglecting things.

Silently Rose unfolded the paper.

If you still want to make business – it's time to settle it out – St James Avenue 15

Yours Roger

Rose reconsidered her options for a moment and decided at first to talk it over with Jack, but when she opened the door again all she heard was him muttering incoherent words again, the most prominent of which were – get back the diamond – and – have to save Fabrizio.

Rose knew she had no other choice and hired a car to take her to the place.