While Blake Madison was trying to come to grips with staring into his own--albeit cloned—eyes, somewhat closer to camp Curtis York was huddled in a cave entrance staring at the sky. There was no way possible that the stories Dundee had told him about the little Chinese woman being descended from a race of space creatures were true, but when he showed him the jade tablet that Dundee had stolen from her while he was mucking cages in circus employ? Well it was slightly less incredulous. And when he heard the woman in the hot springs speak the name Madison, just as Argent said she would? It short-circuited what was left of his grip on reality and left him staring up towards the sky in wonderment.

The whole thing could be filed under un-fecking-believable as far as he was concerned. In his few short months of working with the circus, Dundee had managed to gather scraps of stories that when put together would make Spielberg salivate into his socks. The circus as a cultivating ground for some of the world's most successful spies and cat burglars—well, that was a lead that two generations of intelligence operatives would spend their lives trying to prove—but the fact that Les Serrures had in fact harbored extraterrestrial life in his circus in exchange for eternal life? And the fact that he kept it from the Portuguese mafia for as long as he had? It was nothing short of miraculous.

Curtis York needed some time to come to grips, but it didn't look like he was going to get it. He heard people walking up the trail and talking. It looked like he was going to get some visitors.




Red Locks gathered herself in a self-hug and tried to rub her arms and calm herself before Rex got back from the garbage cans. She had jokingly referred to the corpse in the freezer, but hadn't expected the new guy to take her up on it. This was turning out to be a really shitty day.

When he returned and looked at her expectantly, Red panicked again. "Listen, you know that guy I was talking about earlier? I really need to find him. Maybe later we can.."

But Rex Edgewater cut her off by simply putting his hands on her shoulders and looking into her eyes: "Hey," he said "Whatever that big guy was yelling about, it's cool. I can give you a hand."

Red's subconscious grasped onto Rex's and mimicked his slow deep breathing, and for a moment she actually felt like they could sort this crazy mess out.



Nearly an hour later, sitting on a bunk across from Red in the dormer of the cabin, Rex Edgewater felt glad he was sitting down. Red still had no clue who he really was, or why he was here, but she told him just enough that he was pretty sure he could get a new office in headquarters—one with a window—if there was even a fraction of truth to it. Her old friends, the Russian and the Chinese woman had invited her here for a family reunion of sorts. She had no idea that Madison was coming, apparently he'd been hired by a jealous wife to spy on a wayward husband, but in the process a man had been killed and she felt Blake may have an idea of motive/murderer. They had stowed the stiff in the freezer, and now the Russian was having fits because if the cops were to connect him with the killing, he'd be in deep doo-doo. She didn't want to move the body without getting the go-ahead from Madison, just to avoid messing up any evidence, but now Madison had disappeared. The last place she'd seen him was in this cabin, but there was no sign that he'd been here or had ever returned.

He could see that Red was getting frustrated, and to this point he had gracefully avoided all talk about his employment with the government. Even though he knew the answers to many of his own questions, he asked just to see if she would lie to him.

"So you and this Madison guy? You are…" he wiggled all sorts of implications from his eyebrows.

"No," she smiled wanly. "I'm not his type."

"So you work together?"

"No," she replied. "It's just a long story." She looked to the ceiling and tried to think. This was a red flag for Rex. Liars look for things to say in the oddest places. Then again, maybe she was beginning to trust him and was just looking for a way to impart some knowledge about herself that she felt wasn't so great. She continued: "Have you ever heard of the Fechamento crime family?"

"Who hasn't?" he answered.

"Well. Papa is my grandfather. His sons are all my uncles." Rex faked a look of shock and concern as she continued: "A few years back, when they were picked up for trafficking, a rival family wanted to kidnap me and get a ransom. Only, I knew better than anyone that Papa would have me dead rather than pay a cent, so a friend hired Madison to look into it. Not only did he save my life from kidnappers, the information he learned on his investigation cleared me in the trial against Papa. I owe the guy a lot."

"Okay. That's good enough for me." Said Rex. "But we've looked everywhere. Maybe the guy went for help? Maybe he went home? What else can we do?"

Red sat for a moment before springing from the bunk. "Holy shit," she barked. "I can't believe I didn't think of it sooner." She went on to tell him about the strange man that came out of the trees when she was in the hot springs. Rex had to keep reminding himself to pay attention as the little detail of Red skinny-dipping in a hotspring kept tugging at his mind. She said the weird guy had flipped out when she mentioned Madison's name. Then he had gone back into the trees. She knew that guy would know where Madison was. They had to find him.

As soon as they hit the trail, Rex was glad he had agreed to come along--the view of Red's backside was worth the price of admission. However, when Red drew his attention to a man she saw sitting in the mouth of a cave above them, Rex Edgewater recognized Agent Curtis York, RCMP and prepared to have his cover blown.