Two days had passed since Eva had seen David. She was looking out her rear view mirror when she saw Agent Sally Roux exiting the local police station. Eva circled around the parking lot and stopped in front of Sally, pressing the car's button to have her window slide down.

"What are you doing here Lewis? We were supposed to meet at the diner," Sally said looking around to make sure the parking lot was empty.

"Sorry but I really didn't want to make another visit to the greasiest shrine to the oldies," Eva said dryly. "Get in for a minute."

"This isn't smart. I'll meet you at the diner."

"Get in or I get lost. I won't meet you there Sally," Eva sighed.

"Fine," Sally muttered begrudgingly, still looking around to make sure no one was watching. She slid a pair of sunglasses over her eyes, not that they helped to disguise her. She walked over to the passanger's side and got in. "What's so important that you couldn't meet me at the diner?"

"You're not going to believe it when I tell you," Eva warned her.

"We have a serial killer on the loose and I'm thinking it's a man who should've been dead years ago. I'm pretty sure I'll have an open mind," Sally quipped.

"I need you to check the DNA on this cup. Fine out who it belongs to," Eva said pushing a mug in a large plastic baggie towards Sally.

"And I should do this because?"

"Because I'm not a medium but I still saw someone that should be dead," Eva said softly, not looking at Sally but at her steering wheel.

"I'm sorry. Say that again," Sally was looking at the plastic baggie.

"He's alive Sally," Eva's voice was shaking. "At least I think he might be. I need you to find out for sure."

"Who's alive? Christopher?"

Eva slowly shook her head, "David."

"David?" Sally could feel her heart beating faster. "Impossible. I killed him Eva. I didn't just imagine that. He's got a mausoleum and everything."

"Maybe not."

Sally's fists clenched, "Eva. Stop talking in cryptic sentences and tell me what's going on."

"He visited me. David came to see me. He said that he was framed."

"The man I shot was David Wilson. Eva, the coronor confirmed it. Whoever came to see you wasn't David. It can't be."

"Maybe not. They wouldn't do a DNA test if he was identified, would they? There'd be no need. James Smith was the one that identified him. James Smith was the Deadly Disciple. It's all some masterplan thought up to frame him. I just need proof."

Sally shook her head in dismay, "Eva. You need to let go of these fantasies that David is some kind of good guy. He was a murderer and he's dead. Whoever visited you is trying to trick you. We need to focus on who that is. He could be the newest serial killer in town."

Eva shook her head, "He knew things...things only David could know."

"Okay...I'll bite. What did he know?"

"Specific details in our relationship...things that happened when no one else was around."

"Eva, you said it yourself. James Smith was the Deadly Disciple. He was also friends with David Wilson. You think guys don't talk as much as girls do? Think again. For all you know he probably told James who then told this new guy."

"But James is dead!"

"So what?" Sally fidgeted in her seat, "So he must've told him before he was killed. These disciple guys love to chat online with one another. You know that James did. Hell he even posted a picture of you online, remember?"

"Why is this so hard for you to believe?" Eva gripped her steering wheel, still not looking at Sally.

"Because I'm the one that killed him!"

"Sally...I want to believe him. No. I need to believe him. For the sake of my son. I need to. Please. Just test the mug. Does it belong to David Wilson? I need to know."

"Eva...I really think you-"

"Please," Eva pleaded. She looked at Sally, her eyes on the brink of tearing up. Sally caved. She leaned against her seat. "Fine. I'll see what I can do but you're going to owe me."

"Anything," Eva agreed.

"No, I'm serious Eva. If ever there comes a time that I need your help...it's going to be a no questions asked kind of deal. Got it?"

Eva nodded, "Also, I have some information for you."

"What is it?" Sally asked.

Eva handed her a large envelope, "I did some digging. Christopher McDaniels was friends with a Chad Harris in high school. Chad also went hunting with Vincent when he was a kid."

"How'd that happen?"

"Apparently, the Harris family was wealthy and he was also friends with Tom McDaniels."

"Both brothers?" Sally asked.

"Yup. Apparently, Christopher still took hunting trips with his father even while living with Roger Fleming. It was the only time he really spent with him." Eva watched as Sally looked through the paperwork. "Chad Harris had some gambling problems. He was reported missing a few years ago. Before he left, a little over a million dollars had been transferred out of his personal bank account."

"That's not suspicious," Sally said sarcastically.

"I spoke with some neighbors of the Harris family. They said that Chad's gambling problems weren't small. The family thinks he was probably trying to pay off some debts with some pretty heavy hitters."

"What...like the maffia or something?"

Eva shrugged, "Probably. The family spent thousands trying to locate him. I also spoke with one of the private investigators they hired. He hit nothing but dead ends."

"How did you manage to get a PI to talk to you about one of his cases?" Sally asked.

"He might have been under the assumption that the family was wanting to rehire him."

"And?"

"And that I was speaking on behalf of the family," Eva continued.

Sally chuckled, "I'm so glad we're on the same side."

"You need to find out more information from the family. Apparently he had some secrets."

"Secrets?" Sally asked, not following.

"Chad Harris was never really seen with a woman but he kept talking about being in some sort of relationship. I got you a copy of his phone bills and even a list of the websites he visited before disappearing."

"Do I want to know how you got all of this?" Sally asked, dumbfounded that Eva was able to obtain so much information.

"Probably not. I have my sources. Plus that PI was very willing to show me how much information he was able to get while working the case."

"Thanks," Sally said, glancing at the list of websites. One of them caught her eye, "Maneaters.com? What kind of site is that?"

Eva laughed, "What does it sound like?"

"Some kind of porn site," Sally muttered.

"Bingo!" Eva smiled.

"Chad Harris was gay?"

"I don't know. I don't think it matters...unless the man he loved was Christopher McDaniels," Eva suggested.

"Well love makes people do dangerous things," Sally said thinking of Eva wanting to believe that David was still alive. She looked at Eva and frowned, "I don't know if you're imagining David or if you're actually seeing someone that looks like David...but Eva...you need to be careful."

"I know that," Eva whispered. "In the past, I probably wouldn't have given you the mug. Now I have JD to look after...and Jacob. After losing Joelynn, I know how important family is. I don't want to take them for granted. It's the same reason why I'm not dismissing David possibly being alive."

Sally nodded, "I'll check out the mug."

"Thank you."

Sally stepped out of the car and walked away as Eva watched. Eva checked her phone and looked at the text message she had received from David after he had visited her.

"Check on Chad Harris if you want to know how I was framed. He was Christopher's friend. -David"

She put down her phone and prayed she wasn't making a mistake.

Across town: Ludwig Newspaper's Offices

"So we're shooting a scene today even though there was another murder?" Ian asked the director.

"Shhh...please keep it down. We've already invested so much money. I wanted to pull the plug but the production company refuses. They actually think the cops will do their jobs. We've hired extra security guards. Hopefully that'll be the last murder."

Ian scoffed and looked across the parking lot to see Holly with Vincent McDaniels. He was yelling at her about his tea being too hot.

"What's going on love?" Lauren Bolgers came up behind Ian Crawford. Ian rolled his eyes and shrugged her off of him. "What's the matter?" she asked.

"That costume assistant died because of you," Ian muttered.

"Me? What did I do?" Lauren said defensively.

"You were the one that complained about your jewelry. She was at that Pawn Shop because of you. She was looking for new jewelry," Ian shook his head and looked back at Vincent who was still yelling at Holly. Her head was facing the floor and her hands were in front of her.

"Serves her right then. How dare she get me jewelry to wear from a pawn shop?" Lauren crossed her arms.

"Lauren?" Ian said softly.

"Yes?" she responded coyly.

"Grow up." Ian walked away from her and headed towards Vincent and Holly. Everyone was outside because they were going to film a scene where Eva's car had been vandalized. It was getting late so they wanted to finish shooting before it became too dark.

"Hi Vincent," Ian called out, momentarily stopping him from berating Holly.

Vincent cleared his throat when Ian approached them, "Go get me some tea from someplace different Holly."

"Yes sir," she said taking a quick peep at Ian and then scurrying off.

"She's very...docile," Ian said about Holly.

"She's a ditz," Vincent muttered.

"Still...I think you should be careful about how you treat her. Especially in front of others," Ian warned him.

Vincent smirked, "Mind your own business kid."

Ian gave a fake smile, "This is my business. Look around you. The press is here. There's so much bad press as it is with this movie...the last thing it needs is a story about how the writer of the film verbally abuses his assistant."

Vincent looked around and saw a few news reporters and frowned, "I got it."

"Good. I'm glad to hear that...old man."

Before Vincent could respond, Ian walked away.

Across the street from the Ludwig Newspaper's Offices

"What are we doing here?" Wanda asked staring at the large group of people surrounding the old newspaper building.

"I told you. We're going to play a little game with your brother," David smirked. "I need you to walk near him but not too close so that he'll recognize you."

"No one would recognize me. Not with all this plastic surgery," Wanda said, looking at her reflection in a compact mirror.

David's lip curled up, "Trust me...if someone pays close attention, they can tell you're old."

Wanda gasped, "How dare-"

"Oh be quiet. It's not like I'm telling a lie. Just do as you're told if you want to get revenge on your brother."

"I'm starting to think this isn't such a good idea," Wanda whispered.

"You're starting to think?" David scoffed, "Listen here auntie dearest...you really need to get it together. Think of Artie, you remember him, right? He was your son."

Wanda shivered. As a former prostitute, she had dealt with plenty of angry men. She had to fight off her fair share of violent men too. The anger that emanated from David Wilson was overwhelming. "Why do you hate Vincent so much?"

David grunted, "He ruined my life."

"I'm...I'm just afraid of getting hurt. That's all," Wanda squirmed in her seat. When David didn't respond, she continued, "I know I shouldn't be. You'll keep me safe, right? Since I'm helping you and all?"

"No."

"What?"

"I wouldn't piss on you if you were on fire. Do you want to know why?" David said without looking at her. Wanda sputtered in response and David answered his own question, "Because as far as I'm concerned, you and Vincent are cut from the same cloth. You're both evil. And for that you both will be punished."