That was quite a performance last night, she commented over
her coffee. The morning was breezy and cool, and she couldnt get
over her embarrassment of the previous night. If you missed any
of the surveillance devices, Im sure they got quite a show.
He nodded. That was the idea. Pushing his plate away, no
longer interested in the jelly doughnut, he met her eyes. You sound
disappointed. You didnt think Id actually --
No, of course not, she cut in. Her face was heating up again.
That was exactly what she had thought, that he would take advantage of
the situation and find some way to make the intimacy a reality. Instead,
he had merely acted the part, convincing her so often that she was completely
lost in the fantasy at times.
Jarod smiled. Good. I did give you my word, you know. He
glanced up at the clear blue sky, took a deep breath of air and fished
out his wallet to pay the bill. A waiter appeared instantly to clear away
the plates and offer to bring change, which he declined. Are you
Ready for what? She just couldnt figure him out. But
the more she knew about him, the more she wanted to know.
To finish what I started. I said I was here to save a life, and
as long as youre willing to keep my secrets, you get to watch.
Okay. Im game. What are we doing?
Laying down the parameters of the simulation, he told her,
pushing back his chair. First, we gather information.
Like what? She drained her cup and stood to follow him out
of the café where they had shared breakfast.
I already have a complete employee list of MacCaffrey Enterprises.
Ive examined the rash of recent deaths of executives, department
heads and scientists employed by the company, as well as all the recent
hires of new employees, including you. This is only one of the major corporations
affected, but its the one I chose to investigate.
Now we take a look into the deaths of those employees working only
for the New York based companies. You know a little something about law
He grinned broadly and opened the car door for
her. So Ill expect you to keep up with me.
An hour later, he was dressed in a cops uniform and she wore a
flashy, tightly fitting ensemble accented with a pair of gleaming chrome
handcuffs pinning her hands behind her. Towing her into a police substation
as if she was under arrest, he hauled her past the front desk, into a
busy room filled with desks and a hive of uniformed officers hustling
suspects to and fro. She whined and cajoled him as he had instructed her,
and he harshly reminded her that he was a servant of the law, and not
subject to persuasion by her charms.
Sitting her down on a bench with a couple of other handcuffed criminals,
he headed for the files and helped himself to a couple of folders. Then
he pulled her to her feet again. Lets go, sister, he
told her firmly. Time to get your picture made again.
Turning down several corridors, he unfastened the cuffs and led her out
a rear exit and back to his car.
Wasnt that fun? he beamed, and handed the folders to
Next time, I get to be the cop, she pouted.
Well, then, what do you know about forensic medicine? He
started up the car, ignoring her suspicious stare.
Why? She opened the first folder and started looking through
it. You are going to give these back, arent you?
I always do, he promised. With a chuckle, he added, Do
you want to be the coroner or the corpse?
After another costume change, he walked her into the County Coroners
office. Thirty minutes later, they left with the information they had
come to liberate, got into his car and headed for Central Park. Jarod
stopped off at a hot dog vendors cart long enough to buy lunch,
and then took Kim to a secluded area where he spread out his purloined
files and began to study them.
He wolfed down his hot dog in a few eager bites, and started a monologue
as he discovered clues hidden away in the files.
Some of the deaths I have pegged as natural causes, he began,
and pulled a sheet of paper from his jacket pocket. Some are probably
the honest accidents they appear, but I want to make sure. He flipped
open the police reports, and skimmed quickly through them, pointing out
suspicious details. Lets check the coroners reports
Flipping through photographs, he showed her inconsistencies with what
the police reports indicated, and inside an hour, he had determined that
three of the four cases were more likely murders than accidents
or the suicide the police had declared, the story that had drawn him there
in the first place.
Not bad, Kim told him after watching him work. So you
think whoever killed these guys may strike again, is that it?
I do. And Angus is the most likely target.
She was on her feet in a heartbeat, gathering up the folders and stacking
them neatly into a pile. Then lets go.
Jarod stayed where he was. Thats not how this guy works,
Kim. We have time yet.
Youve got him figured out, she reminded her companion.
What else do you need?
Im not sure who he is, just yet. I have to wait for him to
make his move before I can catch him. That wasnt completely
true. He had checked into Al Jergens accident and figured out that
the man must have picked up Yuri shortly after his release,
then somehow ended up trying to track down information on him just over
a year later. Jergens must have tipped off the former Centre denizen,
and Yuri had followed him out there and killed him on the very stretch
of road where hed been saved. Jarod knew Yuri was still sniffing
around MacCaffrey Enterprises, and he had suspects in mind, but nothing
concrete on any of them yet. He needed a little more information, and
then he would be ready to make his move.
Jarod didnt want Kim to go off half-cocked and get herself in the
path of trouble. She was an impulsive woman. That would be in-character
for her, and he intended to keep her safe. Besides, hes got
a plan. He doesnt just move in for the kill. Hes very careful
about how he sets things up. Theres a pattern to who he chooses
So why Angus? Why any of these guys?
His expression darkened. It has to do with power, he explained
soberly. The killer chooses those who wield it without mercy, without
or so he perceives them. And even though Angus is a kind
man, honest and just, because he holds the reins of the company, hes
the biggest prize of all. The killer will want to take his time with Angus.
Hell want to enjoy making the old man helpless first, before he
kills. He'll want him to suffer.
Kim studied him, her eyes narrowed. So what do you have in mind?
Whats your battle plan?
Jarod reclined against the grass, closed his eyes and began to reel off
one possible plan of action.
When he glanced at Kim to see if she bought the fiction, she was nowhere
to be seen. And she had taken the files and his car with her.
* * * * * * * * *
New York City
Parker strode purposefully across the huge lobby, coming to a stop in
front of the desk. She flashed a photo of Jarod at the clerk, and asked
if she had seen the man.
One moment, please, the woman smiled, and left to fetch the
Lyle leaned against the counter. Valentine, how about a newspaper?
he suggested, and his sidekick dutifully left to fetch one from the concierge
desk not far away. Turning to his companion, the thumbless man smiled
and adjusted his glove. You certainly were gone a long time last
night, sis. Not feeling well?
She cast him a glare filled with disgust. Yes. You make me sick,
He chuckled. Valentine returned and offered only one section of the Times,
which he proceeded to look through until he found what he wanted. He folded
the paper open to that page, then laid it on the counter in plain sight.
Well, Ive heard thats a common attribute of siblings,
he mused. But just so you know, your promotion to SIS has been beneficial
to the whole family. Youd be surprised how much weight dropping
your name has these days.
Her gaze fell on the page he so obviously wanted her to see, and she
saw the photograph of Michael Steinberg right away. The headline described
that the lawyers body had been found in his apartment, apparently
slain in his own bed. Lyle knew why she had gone there, and either he
or Valentine had seen to it that any more information Michael Steinberg
had buried would soon be buried with him.
Her belly clenched. Sometimes she forgot how dangerous this man was,
until he reminded her. But she would not forget again.
The manager came up to the desk, and Miss Parker tore her eyes away from
the newspaper to return to business. She would satisfy those in power
that she was still doing her job, but every advance she made toward implementing
her mothers plan took her closer to her own death. And she had a
sneaking suspicion that it was standing right beside her.
* * * * * * * * *
Jarod stepped out of Ms. Destry's car to the sound of rolling thunder
signaling an approaching storm. He hoped he wasnt too late. He thanked
her for her generous support, released her from further service and jogged
into the building. Trying not to attract attention, he headed straight
for the elevator, sweat beading on his upper lip as he watched the floors
He stepped out into the command center, hurrying toward Anguss
newly resumed corner office. It was empty. The secretary directed him
to the guest suites, where he was supposed to be meeting MacCaffrey.
Jarod rushed in, certain now that he had miscalculated the killers
timetable, aware that he was now a pawn in the game rather than a player.
Angus sat on the sofa beside Kim, his arm around her shoulders protectively.
On the coffee table before them, Jarods Halliburton sat open, the
screen animated with one of his more gruesome simulations. He had been
in his early teens at the time, and the psychological damage that pretend
left him with made him unable to sleep properly for weeks afterward. Man
and woman were riveted by the scene, and did not look up to take notice
of his entry into the room.
Turn it off, he demanded.
Let them watch, said a familiar voice from deeper inside
the room. "They've never seen anything like this before. But I have."
Jarod came all the way into the room, glancing to the left to see Rostov
perched on the back of an overstuffed chair, the soles of his shoes on
the seat cushions. He was just out of sight of the door but close enough
to keep his audience where he wanted them, with the aid of a broomhandled
Mauser. The pistol never wavered from its target as Jarod moved slowly
into the room.
Rostov smiled at him. You do good work, he praised. I
was never quite that efficient. I could have been, but I really didnt
want to put myself out. You know?
Did you escape, or did they get rid of you, Yuri? Jarod asked.
Surprise flashed over Rostovs face. Oh, my. You are good.
I can see why they want you back so badly. He rose and stepped off
the chair, ignoring the screams of the boy in the video. But you
know just how far to go to stay out of their reach, dont you, Jarod?
You let them have a taste now and then to keep them interested in the
chase, but you know theyll never catch you. Youre too smart
Jarods gaze slid to Kim, who was now looking right at him. A small
trickle of blood at her hairline oozed down her forehead, and beneath
it a dark bruise was starting to color. Her eyes were haunted, but she
was not afraid.
Turn it off, he ordered her quietly. Youve seen
I thought they were quite captivated, Yuri confessed. Thanks
for being away for so long. But then, you had a lot of information to
dig up, didnt you? I expected you to be gone longer, Ill admit.
And I wasnt expecting Ms. Argent here to be point man. Good thing
Im adaptable. He grinned, moving toward the window to put
Angus between him and Jarod.
Let them go, the Pretender ordered softly. Ill
be much more entertaining than they are.
I wouldnt dream of it, my brilliant friend. However, it does
surprise me that you want to save garbage like him. Her, I can understand.
Shes quite a babe, and obviously a demon in the sack. Or was that
all just for show?
Every life is worth saving, Jarod told him, angling toward
the sofa. If he stepped directly toward Yuri, he knew that would set the
other man off, so he closed the gap by moving diagonally, nearer the hostages.
I should think your time at the Centre would have shown you that.
You know what its like to feel powerless. Why not help those like
Yuri nodded. Thats exactly what Im doing. He
pointed at Angus. Do you know what his company does? It chews up
brilliant people and spits them out when they're all used up. Im
changing things. Im creating openings where others who arent
so power-mad can grow into them. Im righting wrongs, just like you
do. We want the same things, Jarod. Only I use a slightly different method
than yours. I take the tyrants out of the picture. I keep them from doing
more harm. The difference between us is, you make it possible for them
to get back into the game.
I make it possible for the law to deal with them, as it should,
Jarod corrected. You cant exact vengeance yourself. Thats
not the way things work.
Yeah. Right, Yuri sneered. Thats why you gad
about terrorizing the bad guys into confessions that wont hold up
in court. Evidence obtained under duress cant be admitted. Or werent
you aware of that self-defeating part of the legal system?
Jarod said nothing for a moment. He always made sure there was enough
evidence to convict without those confessions. His track record, as Yuri
called it, was clean. Every arrest he had engineered resulted in prison
but not a one of the admissions of guilt ever made it before
a jury. Those were for his satisfaction alone.
You like putting the screws to the bad guys, Yuri added.
Its fun. Its part of your heritage of pain. Go on, admit
Easing slowly closer, Jarod skimmed his fingers over Kims shoulder.
She was looking at the screen on the DSA player. Clutched in her hand
was one of the little holographic discs. He felt her tense. She was going
to move while Yuris attention was fixed on Jarod.
He pressed down on her shoulder, hoping she would understand that he
wanted her to wait.
I doubt either one of you truly realizes what youre doing,
Angus mused softly, his gaze still riveted to the screen. The people
who did this to you made sure that you dissociated yourself from your
own emotions as well as from the world around you. And Im guessing
that both of you came from the same place.
Its called The Centre, Yuri admitted. Place up
in Delaware in a town nobody ever heard of.
Angus sighed wearily. We buy research from the Centre. Weve
contracted with them for years. He turned to face Jarod, alarmed.
Do you mean to tell me that my empire has been built on the torment
of children? His dark eyes flashed with outrage. How can this
be? How could they have gotten away with this for so long?
Yuri snarled, Because people like you dont care where the
information comes from, or at what price. You dont bother to look
beneath the surface. You dont check things out for yourself. You
just shop around for resources and take whatever you want. He inched
the pistols muzzle just a fraction upward and smiled. And
now the flame of Jehovah has come to cleanse you of your sins.
Thunder rolled again, closer now, bringing the storm closer. Lightning
flashed, and everything seemed to happen at once.
Angus stood up. Kim leaned left, dodging him, and hurled the disc hard
at Yuris hand. Jarod lunged toward Yuri just as he squeezed the
trigger. His hand flinched as the disk struck home, skewing his aim. The
bullet sliced through the air where Jarod had been standing a fraction
of a second earlier, completely missing its intended target.
Yuri recovered his aim just as Jarod reached for him. He fired off another
round, but Kim had shifted direction and come up under Angus, slamming
him backward over the sofa. They toppled head first onto the carpet just
as Jarods fist connected with Yuris jaw.
But Yuri was already on the move, dodging behind the coffee table. He
sprinted for the door with Jarod hot on his heels, dashing out into the
corridor with orders to the guards now pouring into the room.
Take him down, boys! Yuri cried. Hes got a gun!
The men stormed into the suite with guns drawn. The point man tackled
Jarod around the waist, forcing him back into the room, dropping him hard
against the floor. Jarod shouted for them to stop Rostov, but training
superseded blind faith, and the men carried out their orders on cue. By
the time Angus informed them of their error, Yuri had vanished.
* * * * * * * * *
Parker drummed her fingers on the receptionists desk, frowning
at the man in uniform standing impassively behind the young woman, frantically
calling to try to locate the companys elite guest.
I know hes here, the blonde assured her. I saw
him come in about three hours ago. He went straight to the elevators.
What floor? Lyle demanded impatiently.
I dont know. He could be anywhere.
Well, then find someone who does know, and take us to him.
Miss Parkers tone was icy. She was tense, hoping Jarod had been
tipped off and was already on his way out the building. There had been
no time to call him and warn him off with her escorts hot on her tail
Crossing her arms over her chest, she paced a small section of the floor
in front of the spacious marble booth, head down, thinking.
She dared not tell Lyle what she had learned from Michael Steinberg.
The man had been open to her need for information. Though he had not been
able to answer any questions directly, he had given her a key and a location
where many of his files were stored. From there, she would be able to
trace some of the missing children that her mother had rescued from the
Centre. She knew chances were slim that she would find many of them still
alive, and of those there might not be even one who believed her, or would
volunteer to help her when the time came. Jarod was free again and ready
to help, but there were only a handful of people she knew she could trust,
including the Pretender. It would take far more than that to make significant
changes in how things were done in the Centre.
It would take an army of true believers, and she was fresh out of that
at the moment.
Things were looking grim, and try as she might, she just didnt
see things improving down the line. Evil had too firm a foothold on the
powerful there. Failure, however, was not an option. There was an answer
all she had to do was find it, before the watchdogs tore
her to pieces.
* * * * * * * * *
Kim had rolled to her side of the bed, facing away from him as if to
put what they had done behind her. But Jarod couldn't shut her out. He
opened his eyes and stared at the ceiling for a while, watching the flickering
images of the city in the rain dance across the hand-carved plaster swirls.
"Penny for your thoughts," she said without turning over.
"I don't want to walk away, now that this is all over, Kim. That's
what I always do, you know."
"I pegged you for that kind of guy," she admitted. Slowly she
rolled onto her back, not daring to meet his eyes, choosing the safety
of the impartial ceiling as a target instead. "But that's my act,
too. It's safer that way."
"Safer for whom?"
"You know the answer to that, Delaware." She sat up, swinging
her legs off the side of the bed and reaching for the slip she had lost
earlier. She snatched her blouse from the foot of the bed and shrugged
into it. They had come back to the suite to gather his luggage and to
say good-bye, and things had gotten out of hand. Both of them had let
"Yes. I know. And maybe it's time for us to stop running away from
who we are, what we are. Maybe it's time we learned to trust somebody
else with our secrets, share the things that hurt us, and risk finding
that kindred spirit we never thought existed."
He heard her sniff, but her voice was steady and clear, tinged with bitterness.
"Pretty speech. But you know neither one of us can afford to go there."
Jarod reached across the bed, snaked his arm around her waist and pulled
her down to the mattress, rising up on his elbows above her. "Only
because we choose not to, Kim. That's a choice we don't have to make.
We don't have to be alone forever."
There were tears in her eyes. One trickled across her temple, and she
scrubbed it angrily away. "I don't do white picket fences and cozy
cottages in the suburbs," she snapped. "And I can't see you
doing that scene either, Jarod."
He almost smiled, pleased that she had finally called him by his name.
But the moment of good humor evaporated with the sight of the pain in
her eyes. "Trust me, Kim," he pleaded softly. "Let me help
"The people who adopted me were Sarah and Terry Leone," she
told him. Michael Steinberg arranged it. My folks didnt qualify
for a regular adoption since they moved around so much. But Steinberg
knew they were just what he was looking for. A lady named Catherine Parker
brought me to him and told him that I would need to be kept safe. She
said I would be talented and bright, and need lots of stimulation and
challenges. I would be a chameleon.
And thats what your parents named you. Kimmie Leone.
Kimberly E., for Esperanza. And yeah. Mom used to remind me of
that all the time. She was a linguist and translator. My dad was a freelance
photographer, so I grew up everywhere. After they died, I found some papers
and a photograph that my mom had left for me. She wanted me to know who
I was, to find my birth parents and learn where I came from. Ive
been looking for five years, and Catherine Parker is as far as Ive
He sat up slowly, never breaking eye contact. His throat closed up, preventing
his response for a moment.
I know where you came from, he whispered at last. His eyes
filled with tears. He blinked them away.
Kim stared. She shook her head, denying his verdict. No. Not from
there. Her eyes gleamed with anger and refusal to believe. She pushed
out from beneath him and rose, pacing at the side of the bed, emotions
He nodded, understanding her reluctance to accept his pronouncement.
She had seen what had happened to him as a child. She knew what kind of
place it was, that the people who held the power there were capable of
anything. But he needed to know how she felt about him, if her perception
of him had changed because of what she had seen.
"Am I a monster, Kim?"
She frowned at him and swung to a stop. "What? What did you say?"
"You saw how I grew up. You know what I am now. Does it
it make me a monster?"
Kim was panting now, filled with helpless rage, but his calm, hesitant
question hit her like a bucket of cold water. "Does it
no, Jarod! They're the monsters, the people who treated you like that.
I can't imagine--"
He sat up on the side of the mattress, his shoulders hunched, head bowed.
"I often thought that, if people saw those DSAs, saw what I did,
what I could do, that they would see me as
unnatural. Alien. Less
than human. Sometimes, I caught people watching them. Knowing what I am
changed them, how they acted toward me."
She stood still, frowning with concentration, trying to grasp this dynamic
shift in her thoughts. "Were they
were they afraid of you?
Cause I can't imagine somebody seeing that and feeling anything but outrage
at how you were treated." She smoothed her hair back from her face
distractedly. "My God, the abuse
" She swallowed hard,
and raised tear-filled eyes to meet his. "How they hurt you, Jarod.
There really is a Hell for children. And you grew up in it."
"The Centre was my whole world, Kim. I didn't know there was anything
but that for a very long time." He stood up and slid his arms slowly,
lightly around her waist. "That's also why Catherine Parker got you
out. Thats what she was saving you from. Just like she tried to
but they killed her before she could get me out."
Kim nodded and scrubbed away an errant tear. "I'm grateful to her
for rescuing me. But I still want to know who my real parents were. Now,
more than ever."
"If you let me, maybe I can help."
She gazed up at him for a long time. Her hands came up to touch his face,
stroke across the stiff five-o'clock shadow delineating his cheeks, and
then she nodded. She eased out of his embrace and strode into the living
room, retrieving her purse. Returning to the bed, she sat in the halo
of light from the lamp, opened her handbag and pulled out a slim wallet.
From it, she pulled a small, old black and white photograph of a smiling
blonde woman. This was my mother.
Jarod recognized her face instantly and sat down beside her.
"Her name was Alexis Moore," he told her. "She died when
you were born." He sat down on the bed beside her.
"You knew her?" Hope and incredulity beamed from Kim's face.
"Do you know anything about my father?"
The Pretender took a deep breath, and let it out slowly. "His name
was Jacob. Do you remember the man conducting the experiments with me?"
Her throat worked to swallow, and it was a moment before she could push
the question out. "His name was Sydney, wasnt it?"
He handed the photo back. "Yes. Sydney and Jacob were twins. Sydney
is your uncle." Jarod smiled warmly at her and stroked a lock of
hair back from her forehead. You have your fathers eyes.
She sighed. "And since youre speaking in the past tense about
Jacob, that means my fathers dead, too, right?"
"Yes. He died two years ago. Sydney was devastated."
He knew what would come next.
"You could meet Sydney, if you wanted. I could arrange it
Hes been looking for you, Kim."
Ill have to think about that. Im not sure if I want
to meet the man who tortured you as a child.
I can understand that. Sometimes it's hard to know exactly how
I feel about Sydney, but there were circumstances those recordings didn't
he protected me, too. Gave me refuge when I needed it most,
Jarod assured her. He was the closest thing to a father I had.
She shrugged, leaning away from him as he tried to put his arm around
her. Im okay, Jarod, she assured him with a sniff. Im
not happy about it, but it wont kill me. Ill get over it.
Shakily, she wiped her face and buttoned up her blouse. I guess
thats it, then. No more hunting for loose ends.
What will you do now?
Kim got up and headed for the living room, where she had left her skirt.
Travel. Try something new. Ive been here way too long already.
He followed her into the next room, dressing in her wake. Come
with me. Maybe you can help me find my family.
She shook her head and smiled up at him. Yuri said those people
want you back, she reminded him. How far do you think wed
get together? No, youll be faster on your own.
They wont catch me if I dont want them to, he
Slipping into her skirt and zipping it up the back, she glanced around
for her jacket. And if they had me to use as a bargaining tool against
you, do you think youd be so quick to leave me behind? Get real,
Delaware. Theyll never leave you alone, and anyone you take with
you will be a target, too.
Jarod said nothing, knowing she was right. But it hurt to see her so
casual about parting with him. He thought -- he had hoped -- that he meant
something to her. That she cared.
If you could stay with me, he asked softly, would you
Her head came up. Her expression was unreadable. Dont go
there, she told him. Neither of us can afford to indulge in
He shrugged, uncertain what he wanted to say.
She stepped into her shoes without breaking eye contact. Looking away
long enough to grab her jacket off the back of the sofa, she advanced
on him. Heres my answer, Jarod. Her arms came up around
his neck in a fierce embrace. She kissed him hungrily, deeply.
He could feel her trembling, feel how her lips quivered as they slid
away from his. And then she was headed for the door without looking back.
By the time she crossed the threshold she was running, a softly suppressed
sob echoing in his ears.
Jarod finished dressing, packed up the Halliburton, the DSAs and all
the clothes he intended to take with him. He was used to traveling light,
and one small valise held everything he chose to keep. There were a few
loose ends that needed tying up, and by the time he finished the rain
had stopped. The departing storm growled at him in its wake.
Just as he was getting ready to walk out the door, the suite telephone
It was Angus, and his voice sounded grave. The front desk just
rang me, but I thought I should be the one to tell you. Visitors have
arrived that you wont want to see. Ive got my people stalling
them until I get there. Meanwhile, were preparing a helicopter for
you on the roof. It will take you anywhere you want to go, my young friend.
For a moment, MacCaffrey said nothing. You can be certain Ill
be cutting all ties with the Centre, he promised. And Ill
thoroughly investigate any other firms with whom I do business in the
future. This will never happen again, Jarod. Not with MacCaffrey Enterprises,
anyway. Now, hurry upstairs. Youll miss your flight.
Jarod understood. Ill be making a large deposit into the
company accounts soon, as promised in our agreement. I think the research
youre doing will help a lot of people, save a lot of lives.
Take care of yourself, Jarod. Godspeed.
Jarod hung up the phone and headed for the elevators. Moments later,
he watched Miss Parker, Mr. Lyle and a sweeper he didnt recognize
rush out onto the roof just as the helicopter turned in the air to make
its way out into the city and elsewhere. He waved, but this time, he didnt
Kim Leone came out from behind one of the massive air conditioning units
on the far side of the helipad, and watched him leave. After a moment,
she waved back. And then she released a small piece of paper that flew
out of her hand in the rotor wash still buffeting the building.
He knew what it was. The photograph of Alexis sailed away, off the roof
and down into the canyon between buildings to the street below. She didnt
need it anymore. She had found what she had been looking for, and let
it go when the quest was over. If she wanted to make connections with
her last remaining family member, she knew who to ask.
Jarod watched the people disappear in the distance, looking until he
couldnt even see the building anymore.
It was enough.
End of Episode