"Hey, it’s cool, it’s your backyard, I was just walking by," Shane said, "I turned around as fast as I could I promise!"

"We know, but you still heard us," I said laughing, "well, you still heard Bette."

"Tina!" Bette whined in embarrassment swatting my arm playfully.

Shane just chuckled and said, "you know that kiss just right now? Jenny used to do that too."

"She did?" I said.

"Yeah, she told me it gave her some sort of comfort," Shane said, "it was the only way she could feel something inside."

"Is that true for you too baby?" Bette said looking into my eyes.

I knew I couldn’t lie once she did that. I just nodded my head. "At least you have someone constant to give you the kisses," Shane said with a smile.

I smiled back at our dear friend, then I felt my head being turned and Bette’s lips pressed against mine.

When we parted we already wanted more, but we controlled ourselves and looked at Shane. "I’ll kiss you all day," Bette said, "I don’t care."

"Well, T," Shane said with a smile, "you still have three more days off before you have to return to the studio. You don’t even need to get out of bed."

"Except in the morning, when my daughter likes to wake up and demand for food," I said sarcastically.
Bette and Shane laughed for a while, and then the doorbell rang.

"Is that Helena’s private investigator?" Shane asked, "they say he’s the best."

"I know, that’s why we made up this story about s long lost brother so Helena would give us his number," Bette said standing up to get the door.

"Honestly you could have just said give me his number and she would have given it to you without even asking questions," Shane said with a shrug.

"She’s a good friend," I said smiling, "the problem is, she probably told Alice, and well, you know."

"I know," Shane said chuckling, "I’ll keep her away don’t worry."

The door opened and Bette let the bald-headed man with kind eyes in. "Hi, Bette Porter-Kennard," Bette said shaking his hand, "just call me Bette please."

"Hi," he said smiling, "Keith Mars, please call me Keith."

He walked towards us and I stood up to shake his hand. Something about his eyes and the way he smiled elicited a deep trust in me. I wasn’t usually that way with strangers.

"Tina Porter-Kennard," I said shaking his hand, "Tina please."

"Shane McKutchen," Shane said shaking his hand firmly, "please, call me anything but Miss something."

We laughed at her sarcastic tone as we sat down on the couch.

"Alright," Keith said taking out a notepad, "how can I help the friends of Miss Peabody and Helena?"

"We need you to find someone, but you can’t tell anyone," I said nervously.

"Everything we discuss here is confidential," Keith said smiling assuredly. I couldn’t help but sigh in relief.

Bette handed Keith the sketch and said, "this is the guy we’re looking for."

Keith took one look at the picture and his eyes widened to the size of saucers. "This guy has been wanted for 9 years! This is Cameron the soul taker!"

"You’ve heard of him?" Shane said in surprise.

"If they’ve been searching for him for 9 years I doubt we will be the ones to find him," I said dropping my head in defeat.

"Don’t lose hope baby," Bette said rubbing my back.

"Yeah Tina, I said he was wanted not that anyone was looking," Keith said, "my daughter, Veronica, has never failed in finding someone no matter how long they’ve been missing."

I lifted my gaze to him filled with a new hope.

"See baby? We will find that bastard," Bette said squeezing my knee affectionately.

"Hey," Keith said softly as if sensing that I was the soul-less one, "I don’t like the idea of Veronica getting involved, but if anyone is gonna find him, it will be her."

Man, he had some real good intuition. This guy wouldn’t fail. I smiled at Bette, knowing that we would find Cameron…