Ethan saw how Amelia reacted just then but he didn't understand it. She'd been looking in his direction, seeing him and he saw happiness on her face and a smile forming on her lips but then…something changed.

"Amelia?"

She didn't seem to hear him. Her body rigid, her eyes not looking at him but behind him.

Burke.

The man didn't react to her at all but kept walking towards wherever he headed. Amelia just stood there watching him too. Her hands clenched at her sides.

"Amelia…?"

Then she unfroze and her body relaxed a bit.

"Ethan…"

He walked towards her and she waited for him.

"You okay?"

She paused and then nodded.

"I'm fine…just some errands and I have to talk to Mary about the menu for Founder's Day."

Ethan had nearly thought about the upcoming anniversary celebration of the town's origins. Mostly because it wasn't celebrated every year…and hadn't been since Amelia had left town. But then Martha and her father had wanted to bring it back in a huge way.

"You planning a big spread?"

Amelia sighed.

"That's what the Wyatts both want but it's taking a lot of work to plan. The decorations are not quite ready either and Matilda's having a fit about it."

Ethan didn't feel surprised by that.

"Darrin's worried about the security but his own men are causing the problems."

She looked down at her hands.

"I know…but as long as Axelrod and Amos and the other businessmen want to pay him money for his services…not much you can do."

He fell silent for a moment, watching her face carefully. But Amelia wasn't one who easily betrayed anything about herself. If she didn't want to talk about it, she didn't give it away.

"Boone thinks Burke knows more about his brother's death than he's letting on."

Amelia sighed.

"Of course he believes that…He wants to find the killer and Bryce and Trevor saw him alive last."

"You don't like him much do you?"

She looked caught off guard…for a split second and then she flashed him some wariness.

"Who?"

"Burke…"

"No I don't…he's taking the town's money to fix something that he's causing…he's doing all the crime Ethan not anyone else."

"I know that Amelia…"

She sighed.

"They don't see it…"

"But you do…."

She blinked her eyes and nodded.

"it's been done before Ethan…new men come to town asking to be hired as private security and there's always a wave of crime that precedes them…seemingly out of nowhere."

"That's not what I meant."

She fell silent this time. He knew the feeling.

"I don't want to talk about it Ethan…just let it go."

His mouth tightened.

"I can't…I've got a feeling there's more to it and that you won't tell me."

She started walking towards the hotel. He followed her, unwilling to let her put more than physical distance between them.

"Amelia…"

Then Ernie walked up to him and right in his path. He stopped frustrated.

"I need to talk to you about Walton…and his brother Boone."

Ethan sighed.

"I don't have the time…."

"Then make the time," Ernie said, "I'm telling you I might have been wrong with what I said about Warrick's murder back in San Francisco…"

"Meaning…"

Ernie took a deep breath and released it.

"That maybe the same man who killed him just might have killed Walton here."

Ethan folded his arms.

"So now you've reached that conclusion after all this time? You wrote all these stories that it was Dylan Daggett and his gang that did it."

Ernie flipped out his notes and looked at them.

"I did…but Amelia was right. Dylan might have had an alibi."

Ethan started walking back to his office. He'd have to talk to Amelia later after she finished her meeting with Mary at the hotel.

"Then who do you think killed both men?"

"It had to be someone in both places, hundreds of miles apart at the right time to commit both murders right?"

That seemed obvious enough to Ethan. What did Ernie think he wasn't grasping here?

"Okay so who did it then?"

Ernie flipped through his notes again and then looked back up at Ethan.

"I think you need to talk to Burke."

"I just tried to do that," Ethan said, "but he's not answering my questions."

Ernie scratched the back of his head as if in thought.

"Then what about Amelia? I just saw her heading on out of here."

"She's at a meeting. And what about her?"

Ernie furrowed his brow.

"She saw the murder remember? She saw Walton get shot right in front of her and then she disappeared as a witness to it."

Ethan didn't think that quite made sense but he followed along. After all, he didn't believe that Warrick had been the target of whoever killed him.

"Okay so why would someone like Burke have anything to say about why anyone would shoot Warrick dead?"

Ernie sighed.

"That part of it stumps me but there has to be a reason right…for someone to commit murder?"

"Most of the time…but not always."

They both reached the marshal's office and Ethan turned to face the reporter.

"Look what are you getting at here," he said, "That now you think Burke had a role in that murder?"

Ernie shrugged.

"It's possible right? If you could find out his motive," he said, "he worked for a powerful player in that area of the city."

Ethan knew the politics of San Francisco and how it'd been carved out into different fiefdoms in a manner of speaking. But he had a murder to solve here and Burke and Trevor already appeared to be the main suspects.

"You need to ask Amelia what she thinks about it," Ernie pressed, "Whether or not the man that she saw that night was Burke."

Ethan wondered how to begin to do that with her but he had to figure out a way to do it.

Amelia sat in the meeting with Mary as they discussed the menu but she couldn't get her mind off of what happened outside.

Ethan and Burke.

Did Ethan suspect the truth? That Burke had killed Warrick in cold blood and she had paid her own price?

No, if he did, he'd say something about it or more importantly, he'd act on it and possibly harm himself in the process.

What she didn't want now that they were reunited…even if she wasn't herself anymore. Just a woman who once felt whole.

"I think we should go with the fried potatoes what do you think?"

She looked up suddenly and knew she had to focus on the meeting. She didn't want to dwell on it anymore knowing that Ethan would come to her with questions soon enough.

Including those she didn't want to answer.