I didn't think, I didn't knock, I barely even noticed Sam hot on my heels. I just barged in Maddy's house, making a beeline for the woman sitting at her table, puffing away on a cigarette like it was the end of the world. And it very well felt like it, so I didn't blame her.

She looked up suddenly at the sound of me bursting through the door and stood up quickly, almost frantically.

"Fiona! Sam!" she breathed. "What happened? Where is he?"

"We don't know," I answered, eyes scanning the entire area.

"That's what we're trying to figure out," Sam continued for me. "What happened with you?"

Maddy quickly went through her adventure with the FBI agent. "He said Michael was burned for a reason, Sam," she said quietly, as if unsure whether to believe. Sam shook his head.

"It wasn't Michael, it was this guy, Simon. This guy came to town, actually. That's why all this crap is happening."

My mind was buzzing and I paced around. I needed to move, I needed to do something, maybe blow something up. Michael had dropped off the radar. Last we knew he'd been with Management and Simon. Not a good combination. He was in trouble, we all knew it, and here we were, talking about it.

Maddy was nodding, as if Sam had just reassured her beliefs. "They arrested me. I waited for hours and then the agent came back and told me Michael had been there."

Both Sam and I were suddenly attentive.

"He'd been there?" I asked, walking back to the conversation. Maddy nodded.

"Said he'd been arrested and then someone took him away."

"Where?" Sam pushed. She shook her head.

"The agent didn't know."

Sam looked my direction and I returned his gaze for a second before stomping away from the conversation again.

Michael was gone.

Michael was gone.

Michael was gone.

It was like a drumbeat, steady and daunting inside my head. I couldn't hear anything but the chant, over and over and over again. I could see him in my mind's eye; the look on his face when he'd all but said goodbye. We'd known something like this could happen. He had wanted to say something more, I could tell, it was so similar to look on his face when I'd almost left to return to Ireland. If he had just said goodbye, that's all... No, not even that would've been enough. Nothing would've been enough.

Michael was gone.

Michael was gone.

Michael was gone.

There was nothing we could do about it. We knew so little. We had ten pieces of a thousand piece puzzle. He could be dead. He could be locked up in some hole like Simon had been. I felt a painful twist in my heart as the image of Michael chained up and deadpanned formed in my imagination. I could do nothing. I could blow up as many things as I wanted, it wouldn't bring Michael back to me.

Michael was gone.

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