(Later)

(Neal's apartment)

(Neal's P.O.V.)

I take a deep breath as I made my way to the pet store.

The door was already propped open so the bell that usually dings when you walked in didn't go off.

I looked around at all the animals as I surveyed the space, looking to see if there were any cameras or people around as I inched closer to the front desk.

When I didn't see anyone, I looked at the counter and saw the doves in a cage and next to the cash register. Right where they were suppose to be.

I walked quickly to them, my heart speeding up as what I'm about to do catches up to my brain.

It's for a good reason, I remind myself. My friends even said the old man deserves it. Plus, they don't deserve to be in the cage.

Taking another deep breath to try and calm my nerves, I look around the store once more before grabbing the cage.

The doves make a cooing noise but otherwise seem alright with me grabbing them.

Looking around the shop one more time, I start to hear voices coming from the back.

Panicking, I bolted for the door.

I opened the door to my apartment with a sigh.

There has to be some way I could help Evelyn. Not only with Peter, but with Keller too.

But, how?

"Every artist dips his brush in his own soul, and paints his own nature into his pictures." I heard a voice say suddenly.

I look over at my couch and see Mozzie sitting there with a glass of red wine and a book in his hand.

Maybe I'll start here, I thought, closing the door.

"Henry Ward Beecher." I said.

"That would be correct." Mozzie said, not looking up from his book.

"Does the quote have significant meaning this time or is it another one of those times were you just quote someone for the fun of it?" I asked, taking my suit jacket off and hanging it up on the hook.

"The latter." Mozzie said.

I nod and start to roll up my sleeves as I thought about how to approach this.

"Mozzie," I began. "I need to talk to you about something, and I need your promise that it will only stay between the two of us."

Mozzie slowly put the book down and looked at me with slightly wide eyes.

"You're dying, aren't you?" He asked.

"What? No. No, Mozzie, I'm not dying." I said, walking into the small living room.

"Oh, what a relief." Mozzie said, letting out a relieved breath. "Don't scare me like that."

I sit on the coffee table.

"So, what is it?" He asked.

"You have to promise not to tell anyone." I said, seriously. "Especially not Peter."

"Of course. You know me." Mozzie said. "Vault of untold secrets. No one could get passed this mind even if they tried. What's on your mind, mon frere?"

"You know that woman that was here?" I asked. "The one who said she was Cassie Rose?"

"Yeah." Mozzie said slowly. "What about her?" Before I could say more, he asked: "Did she come back? Is she after you?"

"No, Moz." I said, then sighed. "I know you told Peter about her."

"Well, someone needs to make sure you don't get assassinated." He said.

"She isn't going to assassinate me, Moz!" I said, my voice rising a little. "She's a friend!"

Mozzie stared at me for a moment before setting his glass down.

"A friend?" Mozzie asked.

"Yes, a friend." I said. "And now you selled her out to Peter."

"But I thought I knew all your friends." He said.

"Now you do." I said.

"Why didn't you tell me about her?" Mozzie asked, sounding a little offended.

"It never came up." I said. "She's a part of my past before you."

A moment of silence passes.

"I'm sorry I never told you about Evelyn before." I said. "But now, she's here. And she's in trouble."

"I can see why she wouldn't come up in conversation." Mozzie said. "Therefore, I forgive you. As for her being in trouble, it's just Peter. We can get him off her scent easy."

"I'm not talking about Peter." I said. "Some bonds showed up that Peter is currently investigating in. They're forgeries and someone tied them to her."

"So we will destroy the evidence somehow." He said.

"It's a little more complicated than that." I said. "She doesn't forge. And I know who did forge them."

"Who?" Mozzie asked.

"Keller." I said.

"Keller?!" Mozzie said, eyes wide. "He's back? Are you sure?"

I nod.

"Why is he going after her?" He asked.

"I don't know." I said. "They never met."

"Then this must have something to do with you." Mozzie said. "It is said that in order to get ones attention, one must go after the things closest to them."

"What could he possibly want now?" I asked.

"I think the question isn't what he wants, but, how did he find out about this Evelyn before I did." He said, picking up his glass again and taking a longer than normal drink.

And I had to admit, Mozzie did have a point.

How did Keller find out about Evelyn when even Mozzie, who was paranoid about everyone and everything and therefore looked into them and everyone they know, didn't even know she existed?