Everett was back in her shitty apartment on her computer. All she knew about the mole was that he was going to get married or going to a wedding. That helped narrow it down but she didn't know when this marriage cerimony would be and where it would be.

After hours of searching the internet for upcoming weddings Everett gave up. He stared at her phone for awhile. She could ask Margarita for help, after all that what what she did as her occupation—an assistant of sorts. The jolly woman wasn't paid to talk to her about oncologists or coughes.

A noise interrupted Everett's thoughts. It was her phone.

Everett's black phone lit up Margarita's name while the small electronic ringed. She picked it up and put it on speaker. "Yes?"

"Hello Rett, just checking up on you. So," Margarita paused for dramatic effect. "How did it go? What did you find?"

"This is just routine," Everett thought. "You aren't weak..." Everett began speaking, "I found out part of Hillfigure's motive for moving here. He wants to kill a mole who is either the groom getting married or going to a wedding. The only thing is that I don't know who the mole is."

"A mole you say..." Maragarita said, the sound of keys crackling came through the call. It stopped when the woman responded, "I'll keep a look out for any mobseter weddings. In the mean time, good bye and good job, Everett!"

The call ended and Everett didn't move. She was shocked. She never asked Margarita for help. Normally she would just tell her the news and end the call but this time Margarita said she would indirectly help her. The assistant also told her good job. No one ever tells her that.

"Margarita's mocking you," a voice in her head said. "She's mocking you for asking for help; for being weak."

Everett frowned. "Maybe she was..." she thought. "No more being weak.," Evrrt said, standing up. Everett got out of her dress and into her black killing suit. "I can do this by myself."

Everett first drove back to the casino. She watched them from the outside. The mafia members were still in there. She saw their well hidened guns. Henry Hillfigure never left his goons or his goons never left him. Even when they went to the bathroom, his goons went inside with him like a group of girls. Overall, they didn't look like they were conversing about anything important. They're many bottles of beer made her believe that they were celebrating instead of having a meeting like before.

Everett left annoyed, her face a grimace. Maybe it was his face but she didn't like Henry Hillfigure. He had a very smug face. The kind of face that you would like to carve up and mangle.

Everett went into a coughing fit. She had to run away to not call attention to herself. She hair wiped in the wind, blocking her sight. She tripped on a curb and fell into the grass. Everett pushed herself from the grass; her arms were weak and her head was hot. She pushed her hair away from her face and looked up at the hospital. It was fate, but would she go inside?

No.

Everett shakily reached for her phone and failed a phone number. It rang once before they picked up. "Hey what's up, Rett? Did you get more information?" Margarita said in her cheery voice. Everett was silent. Was she really go to ask for help? "Everett, are you there?" Margarita said, her tone now laced with concern.

"She's mocking you again. You didn't get any information," the voice in her head said. "You said you would do it by yourself."

Everett ended the call.

Slowly, she made her way to the hospital. She slipped in to the morgue section and quickly went into one of the showers—she would get through this by herself. She turn the faucet a little so it was cool. It was sweet relief for Everett as the water hit her face. She sighed a shaky breath.

Her back touched the cold tile walls of the standing shower. She slided down them as she lost her strength to hold herself upright. Everett sat at the bottom of the small shower. She learned her head on the corner of the shower and closed her eyes. She was so tired. Maybe she had overworked herself today.

Her curt nap was cut short went someone knocked on the shower's door. Everett's blue eyes snapped open and pinpointed to the silhouette. "Hello?"

It was Kendall.

A wave of reassurance went over Everett, but it crashed down when she realized that Kendall might want her to go to the hospital if he saw her in this state.

Everett grabbed the faucet and lifted herself with it. Taking a deep breath, she opened the door.

"Yes?" Everett said holding on to the door. Kendall's brown eyes widened but he didn't say anything at first. An awkward silence floated in between them.

"Can you-."

"Do you want to hang out?" Kendall blurted our.

Everett blinked in surprise. "You want to hang out?"

Kendall put a hand on the back of his head. "Sorry, is that too forward? I just thought that you might want to hang out since we are friends." His eyes moved from the floor to Everett's blue eyes.

"Uh..." Everett said. "Sure."

"Great," Kendall said with a cheerful tone. "How is next Wednesday? I'll meet you over here and then we can talk to where we want to go."

"Yeah, okay," Everett's hand slipped from the shower door, but she slammed it back in. "Could you...like...leave?"

"I'll see you soon," Kendall said as he walked away. "I can't wait."

After the doctor turned the corner, Everett calasped on the shower wall. "I'm so tired..." Everett closed the shower door and feel asleep inside the standing shower.

Everett was half-conscious when she accepted the invitation.