“Hello, Nicholas, can you take a break?” asks Belle.
“Hey, welcome back.Â But hold on, there’s someone who wants to meet you.”
“Not right now,” says Belle.Â “We need to talk.”
Rachel approaches them.Â “Ready for our late lunch?” she asks Nicholas.
Nicholas smiles.Â “Yeah, uh.Â Why don’t we all go to lunch?Â This is your chance to meet Belle here.”
Rachel turns to Belle, beaming.Â “I’ve been wanting to meet you since I first saw you.”
“Oh?Â Where was that?”
“Boston?” Belle asks.Â She inclines her head and examines Rachel’s face.Â “I’m sure I would have – “Â She suddenly feels faint and grabs a chair.
Rachel reaches for her and helps her into the chair.Â “Are you all right?”
“Yes, I’m sorry.Â I don’t know what just came over me.”Â
Nicholas gets her some water.Â “Here, take a drink.Â It’s all we have.”
“Thanks.”Â After taking a sip, she is overwhelmed with panic and shivers.Â “Oh.”
“What’s wrong?” asks Nicholas.
“I don’t know.Â I’ve never felt like that before.Â But, suddenly, I think Gavin’s in trouble.”Â Just then she receives another text.Â She reads it, “Help!”
“I think you did great,” says Michael.
“I wasn’t so sure up there,” responds Amanda.Â “I definitely wasn’t going to give him any rope.”
“Why not?Â He might hang himself with it.”
“Yes, but then the jury might be convinced that he is truly mad.Â Anyone who commits murder is mad, but there is a difference between incompetent insanity and his cold-blooded maneuvers to protect his skin.Â It’s too bad they can’t introduce the blackmail.Â That would surely show his true colors.”
“Is Mr. Cole still investigating Melanie?” asks Blanche.
“He’s still on the case,” Marie replies.Â “But he has not made any reports.Â Why?”
“Melanie met with someone and I believe it was her ex-husband.Â I can befriend her and catch her out, but spying is not my line.”
“I’ll try to get a hold of Mr. Cole again.”
“I think we’re ready to go this weekend,” says Tara.
“This is my first,” says Alex.Â “I wish I knew what our competition was like.Â I don’t like to look like a fool.”
“Don’t worry,” says Tara.Â “Just try to have fun.Â Since it’s your first, just concentrate on getting experience, rather than winning.Â It’s a lot less stressful that way.”
Rick sings, “The wheels on the bus go swish, swish, swish.”
Lucas laughs.Â “No.Â Round and round.”
“Oh,” Rick corrects himself.Â “The wheels on the bus go round and round, round and round, round and round.Â The wheels on the bus go round and round, all through the town.Â The people on the bus go side to side, side to side, side to side.”Â He moves side to side while bouncing Lucas.
Lucas laughs harder.Â “No. Up and down.”
“Oh,” Rick corrects himself.Â He goes on to sing.
Gavin is placed on a chair with his hands tied behind him.Â The blindfold is removed and he sees three guys before him, one Black, one White, and one Hispanic.
“Who are you?” asks the Black one.Â “And what are you doing here?”
“My name’s Gavin Sparks.Â I’m a writer and I do a lot of traveling to gather inspiration.Â This is my first time in Arizona, and boy is it hot.Â I had a little too much to drink and didn’t know where the nearest rest stop was, so I decided to turn off and…well, you know, find a spot.”
“Why were you spying?Â This is private property and we don’t like people encroaching on us.”
“I wasn’t spying.Â I was trying to find a spot where I wouldn’t be observed.Â And just when I was about toÂ open my pants, your friend there stopped me.” Gavin turns his head to where the White man was standing.
Another man enters – another Hispanic.Â “What did you find?” the Black man asks.
“A laptop, some notebooks, some drawings, a bag of clothes, maps, wallet,” the other man answers.
The Black man examines the contents.Â “EverythingÂ looks fine. But your car was rented out by a Belle Silverman.Â Who is she and where is she?”