It's about to get cray in here! Sorry if this chapter is a little shorter, but trust me, it's still jam-packed.

Just when Lindy felt like she was about to scream from frustration, Jake stopped in his tracks. He pulled out the crudely-drawn map from his pocket and held it out in front of him. Lindy was pretty sure he was bullshitting – both Jake and the guy who drew it – realistically, there was no way to truly know where a body was buried once it was said and done. Jake grabbed the shovels he had been carrying in his bag and handed one to Lindy, who took it more slowly. She just stood there blankly, not wanting to think about what they were about to do.

"Hey," he said, squeezing her free hand. "Whatever happens here today, just know that I'm here for you. I'll always be here for you. Lindy, I love you."

"Yeah," she said weakly as he leaned in and kissed her on the temple.

Jake immediately began to dig with gusto, while Lindy remained rooted in her spot. After a few minutes, Jake noticed.

"Um, Lindy? This grave won't dig itself," he said, a little harshly, but then caught himself and softened his tone. "I know it's hard for you, but we're one step closer to knowing."

'I already know' echoed in Lindy's head but she didn't dare speak it out loud. Instead, she tried again in vain to change Jake's mind one last time.

"Jake, this is just-" she started, making herself sound extra upset. "This is so hard. I don't know if I can do this. Maybe we should just go back."

Anger flashed over Jake's face, but he returned back to his typical neutral expression. It was clear that he was getting tired of Lindy's resistance.

"Lindy, I know that you're a strong girl. You can and you will do this," Jake growled, under the guise of trying to sound encouraging.

Lindy sighed and began digging, terrified of what (or who) would be at the bottom of that hole. She knew it wasn't Sara, and who was she to rob someone of their peace?

After what felt like hours, their shovels began to hit something solid. Jake's relieved sigh was a stark contrast to Lindy's deep sigh of grief. After clearing off enough dirt to clearly reveal a box marked "3034," Jake stepped out of the hole, offering Lindy his hand.

"Ready?" He asked.

Lindy didn't react. Using his shovel, Jake lifted the lid. It was empty. Strangely enough (or not too strange, at this point), he had very little reaction. Despite knowing the truth already, Lindy still gasped. After all, it's not every day you spend an afternoon grave-digging.

"I can't believe it," Jake gasped, running a hand over his face in fake distress.

"Jake," Lindy sighed, realizing it was now or never. "Sara's not here…because she's alive."

"What?" Jake asked incredulously.

Lindy couldn't hold in her anger much longer, and her voice was considerably louder the second time she spoke, slow and deliberate, "Sara isn't in this grave. Because she's not dead. I found out earlier."

Jake went a little white in the face, but still kept up the innocent act.

"So why are we here, Jake?" Lindy was now staring and burning a hole right through him, with her hands on her hips.

If looks could kill, he'd be as dead as Ben, Reiss, Oliver, Julia, Tessa, and all of his other victims combined.

"To find your sister, Lindy. Because I love you, Lindy," Jake said, through gritted teeth.

"It's you, isn't it?" She asked, not sounding accusatory, just curious.

"What do you mean?" Jake cocked his head.

"The killer," Lindy said, barely above a whisper.

Jake was expressionless, emotionless. "I just wanted you to be happy. Happy with me. There were so many…distractions. But now you can see that we're perfect for one another."

But Lindy noticed something – Jake had lost his accent. His voice now was the same she had heard on so many other occasions from the Flirtual killer himself. It took her a minute or two to realize that he was waiting for a response.

"You…you lied to me," She shook her head at him.

She turned to leave but Jake was faster than her.

"I won't let you get away. There's no one else. You're my perfect ten," Jake said, still not sounding angry, just unsettlingly neutral.

Like a psychopath.

Taking hold of Lindy, he turned her around, putting her face extremely close to his.

"I'm sorry it has to be this way," He apologized, shaking his head. "But you've given me no other choice."

With that, he kissed her, then tossed her into the open grave like a ragdoll, closing the lid over her writhing, protesting form.

AH! That was honestly a little scary to write, but that's crazy Jake for ya. More up later!