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She asked. "Sure Ma, I will," June nodded. She couldn't believe Keir had just suggested such to Mrs. Scott, she didn't know if she should be grateful that she would get to be with Hardin or be worried that she would be in this room with Emma. "Alright," Mrs. Scott said leaving the room, her mind clouded by getting the house organized for her son. "Where do you know Hardin from? Haven't seen you around his friends before," Emma said when Mrs. Scott had left the room.

, she says. "Mrs Scott has a strong point", Shawn says. I let out a sigh of frustration. "So, there's nothing on our side? Because I don't think there's another lead", I shrug. "There is. Not a direct one. But an indirect one. A big one", he says. "What?" I frown. "Jarred McCain", he tells me.

He looked tired and just like his mother, wanted to get rid of us as soon as possible. "Good afternoon gentlemen. Marcus Hardin here. I'm sorry but I don't know who you are. And if you are selling tickets or something of that sort, be rest assured that I am not interested."

Harper thought he looked like a child whose doll was taken away. Meanwhile, Hardin sauntered to Hero with his lips curved into an evil smirk. "Good morning, brother. Hope you slept well?" Hero nodded and didn't say anything to Hardin like he expected. Seeing this, Hardin pouted his mouth and said "Brother are you not going to ask me about my night? Anyway, my night was extremely short because I barely slept_ I was so worried that Mrs.Scott took Harley and Harris out so last at night to God knows where, that I barely slept."

I glanced at Hardin, but he was already looking at me, the ghost of a smile at the corner of his lips. “Vincent Maddox,” he said, almost lazily. “He’s a longtime friend of my grandfather. Used to handle everything from real estate to... well, let’s just say things that needed a certain kind of discretion. He’s sharp. One of the few people I’ve watched my grandfather actually listen to.” Vincent raised his glass slightly like he was toasting the compliment, then downed the rest of his scotch. “Don’t let the beard fool you,” Hardin added, with a wink in Vincent’s direction. “This man’s forgotten more power moves than most of these pricks will ever learn.”

He was a perfect mediator for us. The funny thing was, Mr Scott had waltzed in the office that morning wincing with every step he took. Louis and I had shot him questioning looks at which he replied: "Don't even think about asking! Go blame this on Hardin!" Louis and I had stared at each other before erupting into fits of laughter. Then I had been instructed to bring some pain relief meds to his office. At that, I came to conclusion that the enigmatic Hardin Angry-Bird Calu was a true sex weapon.

MOVING OUT " You?! What are you doing here? Don't tell me you are stalking me?" I asked as I gave him a small smile. We didn't meet in the best circumstances but he wasn't a bad person. I didn't even know his name. " Well, it is indeed true that the world is a small place. Didn't expect to meet you so soon." He had his hair neatly styled back not like it was on the beach where it fell carelessly. " I don't think I introduced myself. I'm Hardin Scott." He said as he brought his hand forward for a handshake, I was about to take his hand when someone drew me back.

Sheriff Hardin cursed as he steadied his hands on the trigger Bernard raised his hands in the air and turned around slowly, his eyes and Hardin finally met. “So it’s been you this whole time, killing innocent teenagers and wrecking lovely families all in the name of some bullshit science and making a goddamn fucking history that nobody gives a shit about” Sheriff Hardin scoffed

Hardin said. “I can't believe that you are still making jokes at this time, can't you be serious for once in your life? He is in critical condition and you are here making jokes out of it". I said with anger. “Sorry sis, I am also sad, but I am not good at shedding tears, the ways others do to express their emotions". He replied and I knew it's useless talking to Hardin. “Let's take him back to the doctor that saw him before. Maybe he can help us". Scott suggested.

I said. “We will be leaving for coffee with a member of the board. Be quick,” Paxton said with a firm squeeze on my shoulder. “Mr Kingston.” He exited the room. I responded with a nod, training my eyes on Theresa. “Please, make it quick.” Hardin rose to his feet with a calm look on his face. “I will be in the car. Have a good day, Miss Delmont.” He walked towards where I stood, a few steps to the door. Hardin paused and gave me a look I could not understand. Was that hate in those brown eyes or bewilderment?