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Scarlett MacAleister

Scarlett climbed back on her bike as Luke went to his truck. "I'll be in touch tomorrow, once I know if my computer guy can get anything from their network."

She fired up the engine, revved it a couple times then set out for her apartment. A short time later she was there, back in downtown Raconteur, at her apartment. The redhead took the elevator up to her apartment and stepped into the lobby area outside her door. Once she unlocked the door and was inside, she set down her keys on the counter and checked the place out to see if Snow was home. He was gone...apparently still a little bent out of shape about her refusal to turn him.

Oh, she thought, if he only knew what he was asking for. Scarlett stepped into the bedroom and removed her jacket, but before she could lay it on the bed something caught her eye. An object sitting on her pillows, something that she'd not noticed there before going out for the night.?

It was a stemmed, black flower...a dahlia. A chill sent down Scarlett's back when she saw it and she took a step back.

"Can't be," she muttered, reaching for her phone.? She called Snow and after several rings, he answered.

"Some of us sleep at night..." he barked.

"My room, were you in here earlier?" she asked.

"No. Why?"
"You didn't leave a black flower on my pillows?" she asked, still staring at the black dahlia.

"No. Is something wrong?"

Scarlett went around and checked the rooms more carefully, checking windows and any other ways in or out. Nothing was unlocked.?

"Red, you're scaring me," Snow said, voice trembling.

"I'm fine," she said. "Be here when I awaken, we need to talk."

"Sure," he said. "Sweet dreams."

After he hung up, Scarlett put the phone down and picked up the flower. She looked it over then smelled it. "Eva," she whispered. "It...it can't be."

Her mind then began to drift, back to years earlier, to another place and time....

(tag? Eva, Scarlett, Luke, cartel)

Luke watched Scarlett take off and sat in his truck.? A minute passed before he thought sitting there was a bad idea.?? He drove back to the boat dock taking is time while watching the rear view mirror.?

Skinny’s Marina was empty. Typical this time of night. He parked to one side and climbed out of his truck. He walked to the dock, coded through the gate and climbed aboard his charter boat. A bottle of whisky and three shots later he was ready to finally relax. Looking back he wasn't sure if he had expected to live through the night.

(tag? Eva, Scarlett, cartel)