When Fabrizio arrived at the home of Roger Lindsay, Rose was nowhere to be found. Indeed she had gone to pray alone in a small church for Jack's healing. However, Mrs Pearson was there and as it happened they were discussing the next station for their ill-fated plan.

Fabrizio wondered at first, when he realized that the door was open, but quickly decided that he should take this chance. If Rose wasn't there, then he could at least have a word with this ominous Mr Lindsay.

Fabrizio hadn't like this guy and his fake attitude from the start. He was angry with Rose, yes, but he was much more alerted about what would happen, if Rose's pregnancy turned out not to be what it seemed or if Jack woke up again, which hopefully he would be doing soon.

"Strange," he muttered as his opened the door.

"Rose," he whispered like being afraid that someone might hear him.

Indeed from upstairs he could hear some voices, one of which belonged to Mr Lindsay and the other one to…to a woman yes. Where had he heard that voice before?

Trying to remember it, he walked closer to the room they were having their conversation, peeking through the half-open door. They obviously hadn't thought that anyone would be coming here soon and were speaking loud and clear for everyone.

"I want to propose a toast," Fabrizio could see the woman standing up, holding a glass of champagne in the hand "…to us and our brilliant shame."

They were both laughing and clapping their glasses together.

Whatever had these two done? Fabrizio was sure that it was something more than just stealing an apple at the market.

"I just wish however, there was some way to get more money out of this damn Hockley guy. I tell you, when I saw him, he was holding himself like some prince from a foreign country, surely seems to think he's something better…," she took another sip of her champagne.

Hell, where had he seen her first?

"I love, when you're annoyed," Roger mocked her.

"I'm not annoyed. I'm a business woman and I can't feel totally content until I think that I've acquired the most out of everyone."

"I see. So what do you propose? Want to blackmail him?"

Mrs Pearson turned her head for a second – thinking deeply. At this Fabrizio saw the heavy stone, the diamond hanging around her neck.

They had stolen it.

"That might be an option – after all we've gotten rid of Lygia's mother and her stupid poor husband…"

Lygia? Who on earth was Lygia?

"But he is still alive and if…if he wakes up…"

Were they talking about Rose?

Mrs Pearson laughed again, that evil laugh of hers.

"Pull yourself together, Mr Lindsay! You're sounding like a little child. Don't you think that I've thought of this?"

"But if…he remembers anything then…?"

"I highly doubt that he does, but in fact what can he remember? Did you tell him anything?"

Roger shook his head.

"See. So as far as I'm concerned he only knows what Lygia and her mother do. You and I have nothing to do with it. If he does regain consciousness, he can only tell the police what they already know. Now back to…"

"Sure, but what if someone contracts the poison?"

Poison? What did they have to do with Jack's condition? And this woman…suddenly he recalled, where he had seen her before. It was the day he, Cal and Clarissa had arrived here. He couldn't come up with her name at the moment however.

"I mean the police already…"

"But they believe that it was that Dewitt Bukater woman…"

So finally everything was starting to make sense. This man, Mr Lindsay, was quite obviously after Rose, but Jack was naturally standing in his way so they both decided to get rid of him and blame it on her mother.

Despite the evilness of this plan Fabrizio had to admit that these two had planned out things perfectly and would be a heavy drain even for someone as Mr Hockley.

"It was me, who went to this shop and bought the poison. What if the police finds out and questions the shop-owner?" his face has turned white as ghost.

God what a lame duck man this was. He had seemingly no backbone and could only stand up to people weaker than him. What a humiliation!

"I'm tired of your complaints!" Mrs Pearson hissed. "No one will ever find out as long as you got to be stronger and not tell anything out of fear or whatever."

"But he could still wake up. Even if he doesn't know anything, he will want to have his wife back and I surely don't want to give her up, especially now as she is carrying my child."

"Not worry, I'll think of something. Business isn't doing as well anymore since she had cut. My Lygia indeed was a special prostitute…however; the word doesn't suite her right…"

Rose a prostitute? What else had they done?

Fabrizio asked himself, if Jack had known of this and if this was probably another reason of why they had poisoned him. It was a cruel thing to do and even more heartless to blame it on a totally innocent person.

He decided that it was best to find this shop-owner they had been speaking of and ask him.

Looking back into the room, he saw that Mrs Pearson had taken a seat again. They had stopped talking.

"And Mr Hockley? What are we going to do about him?" Roger began.

"We've to get to him, where it hurts the most."

"You're talking about his money?"

"Yes that and…"

As this moment Fabrizio searching in another room for a photograph he could show off to people in the city, especially the man at the shop, stumbled over something on the floor.

"What was that?" Mrs Pearson head shot up.

"Shit," Fabrizio mumbled under his breath.

"You're seeing flashes. There's no one here besides us."

Finally Fabrizio had found some picture and decided that it was time to get out of here.

"Are you sure?"

"Of course I'm. How what do you propose we'll do with Mr Hockley?"

"The best is we blackmail him. We'll get this woman he was here with and kidnap her and only give her back for a certain amount…"

Mrs Pearson had quickly understood from their brief meeting that Clarissa was to Cal what Rose was to Jack. She was his tender spot.

Roger Lindsay smiled. He would've done something else, but he was pleased with her plan. Just then Fabrizio in the dark stumble over another chair standing in his way and this time it couldn't be overheard.

"I think you're right. Someone has been eavesdropping on us," Roger said furious. "Don't worry I'll get this trash."

He loped downstairs following Fabrizio's footsteps.

"Hey, wait, you rat, I get you."

He ran out of the house looking in every direction, but due to the heavy darkness he didn't see anything.

Fabrizio had already disappeared.