Everyone sat in awkward silence at the table. Al clears his throat, “How’s dinner?” Justin forces a smile, “Very good, thank you.” Molly nods, “Yeah, thanks.” More silence. Al is about to speak once more when Richards cell phone goes off. Without a word to his dinner guests, Richard answers it, “Oui?” Standing up, he walks away from the table as he converses with the person on the other line, “Naturellement! (laughing) Qu'avez-vous trouvé ?” Molly looks down at her plate, “He doesn’t want us here, does he?” Justin swallows hard, “What makes you say that?” She shrugs, “Just a feeling.” “We can stay here for as long as we want, Moll. And if you want to move somewhere else, we can do that too.” Justin states with authority. It wasn’t as if they couldn’t afford it. As morbid as it was to think about, it was true. The Taylor estate was in their hands now. They had enough money to move and start a life wherever they pleased. Molly doesn’t answer him and instead sips her water. Al forces a smile, “Don’t think about it too much, Sweetheart. Rich just has a lot on his mind right now.” “Do you think Laurent will win?” Al laughs bitterly, “Of course not. Laurent is just some spoiled brat who’s used to getting whatever he wants. Bertrand left him a nice lump of money… more than the kid deserved in my opinion… and the monster wants more. He’s just a greedy S.O.B.” Justin blinks in surprise. He had never heard Al speak so vehemently. Shrugging, Al returns to his food, commenting, “He and his stupid lawyer are just wasting everyone’s time and money. It’s ridiculous.” Nodding, Justin continues eating. He had a lot to think about. Would they be moving? And if so, where? And what would they do? Molly had to finish school. Of course if they did that here, she would have to learn French. Glancing up at his sister, he states, “Tomorrow we should stop by a bookstore and buy some books for you. I’m going to teach you French.” Molly looks up from her plate, “You are?” He shrugs, “You don’t want to learn?” Leaning back on her chair, she is thoughtful, “I guess I should, huh?” Justin doesn’t answer. It was her decision. If she didn’t want to learn French, they could always move to England. ***************** Pittsburgh: “And you just let him go?” Debbie asks in shock. Carl throws his hands up, “What did you expect me to do?” “I don’t know! You could have arrested him or something!” He laughs, “For what?” Frowning, she wrings her hands in worry. “He shouldn’t have gone alone.” “Come here,” he calls softly, patting the sofa. He was glad he stopped by her house before heading to the station. It was better she heard about Brian’s trip from him in person rather than on the phone. Sighing, she sits down, “Do you think it’s safe?” Rubbing her back, Carl answers honestly, “I don’t know. Part of me wonders if someone might be following him to France to finish the job with the Taylors.” “That’s what I’ve been thinking.” She answers, placing her palm against her chest. “I don’t think I could bear it. First Sunshine goes missing. Now I find out he’s alive… and now Brian flies off to play James Bond.” He chuckles, “That’s a little extreme.” Shaking her head, she gets up, “I can’t just sit around and do nothing!” He nods, “I’m going to ask around at the station… see if I can find out if the hit is still out.” Debbie nods impatiently, “Well you hurry up and do that and then call me.”