Killian felt out of sorts, on edge. Sometimes, it felt like ants were
under his skin. In the first few weeks, it was just a mild
irritation, this crawling sensation. Earlier today, alone on the
hill, while Evangeline was with her Irishman, Killian was scratching
his back against the bark of a tree, until he could feel the blood
wetting his shirt. When he came back inside, the ants were quiet, and
Killian could cook dinner.
Now, as Evangeline and John explained to him that they were going back
to Llanview, leaving him alone again, on another hill, Killian felt as
if he could leap across the room and strangle McBain to the floor. He
stuffed his hands into his pockets and turned away.
"Killian, are you alright?" Evangeline asked, walking over to him and
putting a hand on his shoulder.
He nearly jumped out of his skin, causing Evangeline to jump a little
herself. John took a step forward, stopping in his tracks when
Evangeline put a hand up.
"Killian, what's wrong? Talk to me," she said, softly, turning her
head to give John a worried look.
Sitting in a nearby chair, still not facing them, Killian put his head
between his knees. He wanted the sensation to pass. He needed it to
pass. When he heard Evangeline gasp, he knew the blood on his back
was coming through his shirt again.
"You can't leave me alone again," Killian said.
Evangeline lifted the back of Killian's shirt. He wanted to tell her
not to touch him. He wanted to scream it, as a matter of fact. But,
she was his lifesaver. He needed her. He concentrated on that fact.
"What happened to you?" John asked, holding up Killian's shirt while
Evangeline went to wet a cloth to clean the deep scratches.
Killian reached up to take the shirt from John's hand. He pulled it
"Don't touch me, brother. Not right now. It makes me want to kill
you," Killian said through his teeth.
John stepped back. "What about Evangeline? How do you feel about
her?" he asked, folding his arms across his chest.
"She's alright," Killian said.
Evangeline came over and put a bowl of hot water on the table and
dipped the cloth into the water. "OK, this is going to hurt a little
bit," she said, gently.
Killian closed his eyes and straightened his back when the steaming,
wet cloth was pressed into his wounds. He couldn't help himself and
got up and walked around. He put his palms up to his eyes, trying to
stop what was coming next. He couldn't stop, and he punched the wall.
And, he punched it again. And again, until John grabbed him from
behind and pulled him back.
He was bucking against John's hold, like the horses he had broken in
as a teenager on his family's farm. Killian could hear Evangeline
telling him to stop, that everything would be alright, but she sounded
so far away.
"Tell me how to help you," John said, pushing Killian against the wall.
"I don't know how," Killian said, twisting an arm free and raising his
fist up in the air.
"Killian, no," Evangeline screamed.
Killian looked into her eyes, which were wide with fear. He could
feel his heart pumping with a hard, erratic rhythm. He lowered his
arm. The feeling was passing. Evangeline, his heart-broken angel,
had stopped the madness boiling his brother. His knees buckled
slightly, and John helped him get to a chair.
"How did they get to you here?" John asked rhetorically.
Evangeline kneeled before Killian and put her arms around his neck.
He leaned his forehead against her shoulder, still propping himself up
with elbows on knees. She drew back and held his face in her hands,
searching his sea-green eyes for whatever was amiss with him.
"We're going to find out who is trying to hurt you? And we're going
to clear your name," Evangeline said, her eyes wetting with his. "I
promise you that you'll never be alone again."
When they returned to Llanview, John called Michael in advance and
told him to prepare a private room where he could treat Killian at the
hospital. While Michael looked Killian over, John and Evangeline met
with Antonio in the law offices he and Evangeline once shared.
Antonio's crutches were leaning in a corner, neglected, as Antonio
hopped around the office on one leg to greet Evangeline with a big hug
and John with a strong handshake.
"I know you're not going to like this Eva, but I made a motion to list
myself as Killian's new counsel of record. I figured while you were
away, I could move forward with the new evidence and get Killian off
the hook," Antonio said, handing her copies of the motion filed.
She smiled at him. "Thank you, Antonio," she said to John and
When she sat down and ran her hands over her lips, John knew how
worried she really was. Antonio wrinkled his eyebrows and looked at
John for an explanation. John put his hand on her shoulder.
"Killian's sick again. Whoever's trying to hurt him got to him again
somehow," John said, feeling Evangeline tense up.
Evangeline cleared the lump of sadness in her throat. "I know this
has something to do with Rajani. I can feel it. Whoever is trying to
punish Killian doesn't know he's innocent," she said.
"Well, I'm presenting the new evidence next week about Haver and the
likelihood that Rajani was one of his earlier murder victims," Antonio
said, gauging the reaction John had to the mention of Haver's name
before he continued. "John, I had Bo compare the police and autopsy
reports on Killian's wife with those of Haver's Llanview victims.
There are significant similarities. I think it's an open and shut
"Good. Hopefully, we can keep him safe for the week until the
evidence is presented," John said, taking the seat beside Evangeline.
"Don't say hopefully," she said. "We will keep him safe. We have to."
"We have to keep you safe, too," John said.
Antonio perched on the edge of his desk. He reached forward and
touched Evangeline on the arm. "Did someone come after you again?" he
asked with concern in his voice.
"Antonio, I need to know why you didn't tell me about the Alcazar
angle in all of this," John said, abruptly. "Did he get to you
"John!" Evangeline said sharply.
Antonio could feel the heat of his ire rising. "What do you mean 'get to me?'"
"You know what I mean," John said, his voice low.
"There is nothing to the Alcazar angle, as you put it, except that it
was his plane," Antonio said, his voice trembling with anger.
"Did he ever contact anybody about the plane crashing? Did you look
that up? I would have investigated myself, but I didn't know it was
his plane," John said.
Evangeline put her hand on John's arm and squeezed to stop him. He
was letting his resentment of Alcazar get between him and Antonio.
"John, stop it. If Antonio had heard from Lorenzo, he would have told
us," she said.
"You should know that by now," Antonio added.
John turned around to face the door, when he saw Antonio's expression
change. There was a tall, dark-haired man with a serious expression
on his face. John knew the face from archival surveillance footage.
"Lorenzo," Evangeline whispered.
"Speak of the devil," John said.