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Episode 1-16 |
Presence
Inn Celia,
the cleaning lady at Presence Inn, was busy making her
cleaning rounds. It was getting to that part of the
evening where the new customers came to snag a good
room. She needed to check all the room that was vacant. As
she neared the end of the hall, she noticed a door open.
It was occupied, but she hadn’t heard any noise for a
while. She entered to be sure. “Is
there anyone –” She froze. “Oh my God! She has
been killed! La
femme est morte!” San Francisco – S.F. Int. Airport Kassie
Tom’s flight landed without any troubles, which had
been a rarity the last few days. Everything from
turbulence to crashed to a hijacking. But she was safe. She
had Patrick
Donavon. Her bodyguard. “We
have to go to your home immediately,” Patrick ordered.
“And you’ll have to call your mother. She’s in
danger from the men your father is dealing with.” Kassie
nodded. He was completely in control. Strong. Safe.
Secure. Outside
Evans Residence Iris
Torres was taking a long look at a very shirtless
Giovanni Pike. “Hi,”
he said, walking by. “You are…?” Iris
cleared her throat. “Iris. I’m Gillian’s friend.
You must be Giovanni.” Silence. “Listen,”
Giovanni said. “It’s starting to get late. And I
really need a bandage for my arm. Addy and Gillian were
going at it.” Iris
shook her head. “Again?” Giovanni
nodded. “Listen,”
Iris began. “My place is much closer that the
Apartment Complex. You mind if you go there?” Giovanni
smiled. “That would be great.” Presence Beach Dean
Consuelos was watching the sun set with Skye
Lore. It
was a wonderfully crisp evening, and he felt as if
nothing could go wrong. Not with Skye around. Dean
turned to Skye. Her dark hair shimmered in the setting
sun. She looked even more mysterious than she already
was. “So,
I’m safe?” Dean asked, looking back out to the
ocean. “I mean, unless your premonitions come true.” Skye
nodded. “Exactly. Remember, no police man will ever
arrest you, nor will you ever be arrested till all of
San Francisco come to Presence.” “That
is impossible!” Dean exclaimed. Skye
shrugged. “You never know.” She paused. “And
remember: beware Mateo. Rid him from your life. He will
allow the prophecies to come true if not destroyed.” Dean
shuddered at her words, noticing how the clouds got
darker. Consuelos Residence Mateo
Consuelos was shocked. “Officer Tina Herbst? Why are
you calling my brother’s cell phone? Is something the
matter?” “I
am afraid there is something very serious at hand,”
the voice came. “We are investigating a case where a
drug customer was shot dead in an alley a few days ago.
We have traced this number to one he may have called
shortly before his death.” Mateo’s
eyes opened wide. He remembered when Skye had been
saying over and over how Dean had killed someone. And
with the gun that Dean carried around. “Do
you have any information?” Tina asked. “As
I told you this phone belongs to my brother, but he
couldn’t have done this. He lives with me here.” “And
your name?” “Mateo…
but that is beside the point. Are you accusing him of
something…?” “We
are investigating. When did he first come to your
home?” A few days ago.
He was really jumpy, and nervous,
Mateo though. “I…
I have to go.” Mateo hung up right them and there. He
didn’t want to answer any more questions. He
needed to think. Is my brother a
killer? San
Francisco Police Department: 42nd Precinct Officer
Tina Herbst was looking up to her partner Rick
Grabowski. She looked confident. “Didn’t
sound like you got much information,” Rick commented. Tina
was smiling up at her partner. “We have enough. We can
bring him down!” Kassie
Tom Residence “And
this is my humble
abode,” Kassie announced as they entered her home.
“I left my boyfriend here while I was in Switzerland,
so I hope he didn’t mess up the place!” Patrick
smiled, looking around. “Doesn’t look like a gut has
been here the last few days. No guy I
know.” Kassie
smiled. “He’s pretty neat.” She looked around.
“Jake! You here?” “Jake?”
Patrick questioned. “Simple name…” Kassie
turned to her bodyguard. “Are you insulting my guy?
Because he could take you down. You and your… Patrick
name!” “‘Patrick’
is a very noble name,” Patrick mused. “It’s Irish.
It’s tough. Meaningful.” “What
ever you say, Patty.” Kassie had a feeling she hit a
chord. Patrick
rushed her. “All right! All you need to do is call
your mother and tell her to bring some bag for
tomorrow.” Kassie
nodded, rushing to the phone. She picked up the phone,
barely missing an envelope neatly tucked beneath. ‘To
Kass.’ Darla
Tom Residence Darla
Tom rushed over to the phone as soon as it rang. She had
a feeling it would be Kassie, since her daughter’s
plane had landed safely. “Hello?” “Hi
mom. It’s me,” Kassie spoke. “We had an…
interesting flight. But we’re okay.” “I
was worried sick about you,” Darla poured out. “Is
everything alright?” A
pause. “Not quite. I have a man at my house who says
he was hired by dad to protect us if something happened
to him.” Darla
took in a sharp breath. “I see…” Robert
Carlyle, who has been sitting in the living room, got up
and went to Darla. “Everything alright?” “He
says we would be best protected if you came to our house
for a while. Till matters are straightened out. It would
be much safer this way.” “Very
well,” Darla said. “Tomorrow’s good?” “Great.
See you in the morning.” Dial tone. Darla
turned to Robert, with a concerned look on her face. “It’s
happening. I always knew it would. Drew has dragged his
work into our lives. They’ll kill us for sure…” Outside
Presence Inn A
grouping of police cars and ambulance lights make the
outside of the quaint inn look like the set of a horror
movie. The odd bystander stood on as the watched a body
bag rolled out on a stretcher. “This
is Brianna Huber, reporting for Channel 5 News. We are
here at Presence Inn where a woman has been fatally
stabbed. The name has been leaked to be Vivian Torres.
There are no suspects at the moment, but…” The
voices of reporters could be heard through the
excitement. Amidst
the people stood two familiar figures. Bo
Torres, and
his son, Wyle, were both gathered to witness their wife
and mother wheeled away. “Sad…”
came Bo. “But she can’t talk anymore, can she?” Wyle
shook his head. “What we both did all that time ago
can remain hidden…” Torres
Residence Iris
finished applying the bandage to Giovanni’s arm. She
sent him upstairs to get some paper towels from the
bathroom. Iris stayed in the den and reflected. The TV
was on, but she paid no attention. “The
news is always about murder,” Iris spoke to herself.
“Murder, murder, murder.” Iris
clasped her head as she remembered that night all those
years ago. She remembered the exact date and time. She
was so young, and everything was dealt with quickly.
Everyone went home happy. Except
Lily. “Lily…”
Iris sobbed. “I…” A
knocked at the door interrupted her. She approached the
door, but saw that it was unlocked. A second impatient
knock brought the intruder inside. “Who
are you…?” She stopped. “Adam!” Adam
King looked awful. He looked tired and sick. He had bags
under his eyes, and he was looking every which way. “What
the Hell are you doing here!?” “I…”
Adam stuttered. “I have done…” “Done
what?” “I
have done something terrible! Something very, very
illegal…”
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