Vincent sat in front of his laptop, his heavy breathing the only sound in the room. His fingers tapped along the edge of the desk as he thought about how he should handle his current problem. Clearly someone wanted to play a game with him...but who?

Was it Christopher?

He was dead but after Special Agent Sally Roux had paid him a visit, he couldn't think of anyone else that would know exactly how to...disturb him.

Beatrice.

His daughter was probably the only child of his that he had been close to. She was a precocious young girl that loved the outdoors. Finding her body the way he did was still upsetting for Vincent and he blamed Tom for her death. He believed Tom had killed Beatrice during one of his blackouts and he never forgave him for it. Beatrice's death also cost him his writing career. Nowadays, going to rehab and having affairs was normal so his book Raising the Demon was acceptable. In the past, if word got out that his daughter's death was caused by a sibling, the scandal would've been too great at the time due to his already questionable personality. To prevent any gossip, he put his career on hold. Again, he blamed Tom.

After years of waiting, the hunger to write and be read again was too much for Vincent. When the time came for Vincent to write a new book, he had planned it all out very carefully. He was going to make a comeback but this time the problems of his children would elevate him back into the spotlight and onto the bestseller lists. Through manipulation and coercion, he was able to coordinate the Demon King murders and no one had been the wiser. Well...that wasn't true. Agent Roux was always a step behind him, trying to find a broken law. Vincent had orchestrated an elaborate ruse to frame Tom and David for his crimes and it had worked.

Now someone wanted to play a game with him. His mind drifted back to the question of who it could be. Was it really Beatrice? Was it all some kind of ruse years ago to make him think she was gone? Vincent chuckled at his desperate thoughts. Beatrice was dead. He knew that. Was he imagining her? He thought of Lupita, the woman he loved and lost. He wondered if she was looking after his daughter. Vincent smirked at the thought. Lupita had hated him. He hadn't even avenged her death yet. He thought of Wanda and frowned. Where was she?

Placing his fingers over his keyboard, Vincent began to type in one of private forums for the deadly disciples.

Time to go hunting!

A quick response was typed out, "What are we hunting for?"

Vincent waited a moment before answering, "Ghosts."

Meanwhile

"542 Hanover Lane," Sally repeated the address as she drove up to the small home that used to belong to Chad Harris. Now it belonged to his sister but she never touched it. She just kept it in Chad's memory. Sally pulled up to the brick home and watched the outline of people moving inside.

"Well someone's home," she whispered.

The sun was setting and she wanted to check out the house before it got too dark. Donald Ferguson, her partner, sat in the passenger seat, "Tell me again why are we here?"

"I killed someone that wasn't the Demon King and I want to know who it was. We just need something with prints."

"Are you sure the system didn't have his prints on file? Rich kids like Harris always have some kind of record."

Sally rolled her eyes, "No, for the hundredth time, he actually had a fairly clean record despite the gambling rumors."

"That's strange, isn't it?" Donald asked.

"What is?"

"Usually guys with gambling debts get into trouble. They do whatever they need to in order to gamble again but Chad Harris is as clean as a newborn baby."

"Newborn babies aren't clean," Sally corrected him.

"Exactly!"

Sally shook her head, "You're making no sense Ferguson. Who do you think is inside? The sister said no one's been in the home since Chad went missing."

"Squatters?"

"You think so?"

Donald shrugged, "I saw it on Judge Judy. Squatters were suing a man that bought the home they were living in rent-free for months. Do you want to know why they were suing? Because he threw their stuff out! Crazy, right?"

Sally stared at her partner, "Are we seriously discussing a TV show right now?"

Donald cleared his throat, "Well it's not off-topic. Anyway, how do you want to do this? Go in like gangbusters or do we knock on the door?"

Sally pulled out the key Chad's sister had given her, "Why do we have to knock when we have a key? Besides, I have a feeling that whoever's inside is tampering with my evidence and probably shouldn't be there."

Donald smiled. He loved a good fight and maybe they'd get one if the people inside the home were there for nefarious reasons. "I'm never one to back down from a fight. Let's go."

Sally smiled back, "Okay partner. Have my back, okay?"

Donald gave a single nod as the two approached the home that used to belong to Chad Harris.

Jalisco's Restaurant

"Thanks for joining me. I wasn't sure if you'd be able to come," Ian spoke a little loudly in an effort to be heard over the Mexican music playing in the background.

Holly gave a meek smile. "I was surprised you called. How did you get my number?"

Ian shrugged, "I have my ways."

His ways included bribing a crew member into going into the director's trailer and looking at a contact list for him. It was worth it. He smiled at Holly dressed in a simple white dress that made her innocence look all the more appealing to him.

"Vincent said he wanted to be left alone so I didn't have to work late.

"That's great," Ian smiled, wondering what kind of girl Holly was. Easy or slow. Surprisingly he wouldn't mind if she was either.

Their waiter came up to them with their drinks, "I have an iced tea for the gentleman and lemonade for the lady. Are we ready to order?"

"I'll have the Mexican platter," Ian answered, not bothering to look at the waiter.

Holly ordered the same, her gaze fixed on the napkins in the middle of the table. The waiter took their menus and sauntered off.

"So why did you ask me out?" Holly asked.

"What do you mean?"

Holly shrugged, "I dunno...I'm sure you have tons of girls that you could date. Why ask me?"

"Because I wanted to ask you."

"I almost said no because of Lauren."

Ian sat up in his seat, "Why? She's not my girlfriend."

"She thinks she is," Holly muttered.

Ian laughed, "Jealous?"

He couldn't help but feel giddy when he saw her blush. She was jealous.

"I'm...I'm not...I'm not jealous," she finally managed to blurt out.

Ian continued to laugh, "There's no shame if you are. It would kind of make me happy, actually."

"How so?"

"Because then I'd know that you like me. And my feelings wouldn't be one-sided," Ian winked at her.

She didn't know if he was joking with her or not so she looked away.

Ian's phone rang and he apologized as he answered it, "Hey I'm kind of busy can I call you back later? What? You're kidding me, right? No? This is insane. Yeah...I'm sorry too."

"Who was it?" Holly asked, noting the look of dread that had come over Ian while he was on the phone.

"I have your plates," the waiter said putting down his large tray to serve them.

Ian and Holly were oblivious to him.

"The movie has been canceled," Ian whispered.

"What? Are you sure? Who told you that?" Holly asked franticly.

"The assistant director just called me. Apparently there was another murder and now the film can't go on."

Holly gasped, "Who was it?"

Ian ran a shaky hand through his hair and took a sip of his tea, "It was Lauren."

The waiter had been standing behind the couple with his large tray, listening in to the conversation. He smirked as he heard the name Lauren. He turned around to walk away when an elderly woman from another table called him.

"I'm sorry honey, what was your name again?" the woman asked.

The waiter smiled, "Jacob. My name is Jacob."