“I want you to get me Shane McCutcheon’s file now.” Helena got up from the chair and walked out of Dana’s office. She sat back in her chair as she stared down at the file.

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          Shane sat back in her truck as she followed Candace. She took a drag of her cigarette and exhaled the smoke. She flicked the ashes out the window as Candace approached her car. Shane sat up as she began to get ready to be on the move again. Her phone went off next to her, and she answered it.

“Yeah,” Shane began to pull away from the curb.

“I don’t want you to kill Candace.” Bette answered on the other line.

“What?”

“Don’t kill Candace.”

“Do you want me to stop?”

“No, I want you to knock her out and bring her to me.” Bette hissed

“Shit,” Shane muttered.

“Is this going to be a problem Shane because I can get Schechter to take the job?”

“No—no, I’ll do it. I’ll bring her to you.”

“That’s what I like to hear,” Bette grinned over at Tina. “I’ll see you soon.” She hung up the phone, and Shane sighed.

“Damn it,” she continued to follow Candace and approached her house. Shane parked a few feet away as Candace pulled into her driveway. Shane looked through her bag and grabbed a syringe. She bit her bottom lip as she pulled it out of the bag. She slipped her hood over her head and jumped out of her truck. She closed the door and began to approach Candace’s house. She looked around to make sure anyone was out. She shoved her hands in her coat pockets and walked up Candace’s driveway. Candace was at her doorstep about to put the key in the hole. She turned around and saw Shane standing behind her.

“What the fuck?” She looked the person up and down. “Who are you?”  Shane pulled the syringe out of her pocket and stuck Candace in the neck. She pushed the needle into her neck and pushed the liquid in. Candace groaned and fell towards Shane. Shane opened her arms and let Candace dropped into her. She looked around and began to drag Candace away from the front door of her house.