After dropping a shaken Christy at the house, Anthony drove to the police station where Alexander was to be held before he was extradited to Pennsylvania. He was only given five minutes to speak with X.

On his way home, Anthony pondered all that X had shared from behind the glass divider at the police station. Alexander told Anthony about his side trip last year to take Nisha to dinner and how he did it only to prove to himself that he wasn't interested in her. He explained about the delay in his return home due to his own stupidity over the switchblade. He told Anthony how he'd called Nisha to get him out of jail, but when she refused, he contacted someone from her law firm instead. He shared a few details about how he later discovered a man who'd been stalking her.

"So, are you sleeping with my sister?" Anthony asked, his jaw tense.

"No," Alexander told him. "Do I want to? I'd be lying, Bear, if I didn't tell you I have feelings for her."

Alexander noticed a tic in Anthony's jaw. He was angry.

"She should've come to me!" Anthony barked into the telephone from behind the glass partition.

"Nisha wasn't going to anybody for help, which is why I took matters into my own hands," X told him. “She thought she could handle it herself.”

"So, is that where you've been going? Your occasional long weekends away have been with my sister?" Anthony glared at him.

"Yes, and before you ask again, nothing, not one thing, has happened between us. And I won't lie to you, Bear. I plan on changing that."

"And how are you going to do that from behind bars?" Anthony snapped. When X didn't answer, Anthony asked him, "So, did you do it?"

Alexander would never answer the question out loud. He scratched the right side of his nose.

Anthony recognized the code and nodded in understanding.

Just then, a guard appeared behind X and announced that the visit was over. Alexander asked the guard for one more minute. The man nodded and stood behind X, his arms crossed as he waited.

"That name. The name you call Christy," X began.

"Owani?" Anthony asked him.

"Yeah, that name. What does it mean, Bear?"

Anthony told him the meaning of the name that Nisha had made up so many years earlier and watched as Alexander broke into a wide grin. Before hanging up the phone he told Anthony, "I'll be in touch."

Later, Anthony pulled into his driveway and noticed that Christy's car was gone. Not unusual, but she hadn't mentioned she was going anywhere. He went inside and called his sister. After spending an hour on the phone with Nisha and getting filled in on the situation between her and X and X's murder rap, he hung up and headed for the kitchen. He made himself a sandwich and carried it back to his office. He'd not had a chance to look through the envelope that X had handed off to him earlier that day. The one with the background information on Litzy. He started to open it and thought he should page Christy first. It was getting dark and he wanted to know when to expect her home. He dialed her pager and after hanging up the phone took a bite of his sandwich. He was chewing when he heard beeping. He wandered through the house until he found it. Christy's pager was sitting on their dresser. But that wasn't what caught his eye. It was lying on top of a handwritten note. He immediately recognized her feminine handwriting.

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Anthony, I'm sorry. I need some space. Don't look for me because you won't find me. And don't worry about me because you must know by now that I can take care of myself. I love you, Anthony. I just don't know if I belong with you. —Christy

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He couldn't move. He couldn't breathe. He couldn't think. Christy had left him. And he didn't know why. What? What was it that she couldn't do anymore? Was she secretly harboring resentment or hatred about his criminal endeavors, especially the one aimed at her dealership? Was she holding on to some bitterness from his offer to protect her and how she'd slipped into the wrong hands, not once, but twice under his watch? He certainly couldn't blame her for that, but he thought things were good between them. They were actively trying to have a baby. She agreed to marry him after she conceived. Why would she do that if she didn't want to spend the rest of her life with him?

Anthony sat at his desk the following afternoon and thought about the woman who'd slipped through his fingers and how he wouldn't rest until he got her back. She'd written in her note that she didn't know if she belonged with him. She was right. As far as he was concerned, she didn't belong with him. She belonged to him and he would find her and never lose her again.

He stared at the phone and his pager, willing them to make a sound. To offer up any news of her whereabouts. He was using every possible resource to find her. He had someone tracing her credit card activity. So far, there hadn't been any. He'd contacted Grizz and asked him to actively engage his club in the search for her on Florida's east coast. Anthony's own crew had been scouring the west coast. He'd even sent Brooks to track down the Renquest twins to see if she might've sought them out. She hadn't. He’d called Nadine in Indiana who assured him that she hadn't heard from Christy. He asked if she had a way to contact Litzy. He hadn't gone through the paperwork from X yet and besides, Litzy would be more apt to be honest with Nadine than a man she didn't know. Nadine had called him back less than ten minutes later and assured him that Litzy hadn't heard from Christy either, but would be in contact if she did. Anthony had men watching her vacant apartment, the now empty home she had given to Nadine, and her parents’ estate as well as the cemetery since she was due for her weekly visit. It was as if she disappeared into thin air. He was sitting at his desk wracking his brain for where she might've gone when his eyes landed on the envelope that contained Litzy's background information. He still hadn't opened it.

He let out a sigh and reached for it. After unclasping the metal prong, he poured the contents on his desk. With half an eye, he glanced through the paperwork that revealed an ordinary life. Litzy's birth certificate, citizenship paperwork, education and employment history all seemed to be in line and revealed nothing remarkable. He came across Abby's death certificate and the dates matched the headstone which was burned in his memory considering he'd visited the little girl's grave at least fifty times with Christy in the past year. He tossed it aside and was getting ready to stuff it all back in the envelope when he noticed a sheet which was paper-clipped to the backside of Litzy's credit report. It must've gotten stuck. Like a deer caught in headlights, Anthony stared at the paper he held in his hand. The puzzle pieces that had been scattered across a tapestry of his and Christy's relationship started to find their perfect place. It was all coming together in his head. Beginning to make sense. If what he suspected was true, it would explain so much. Christy's over attachment to Abigail and Litzy, the weekly graveside visits, her hatred for Van and even more importantly, the key to the pain he saw behind Christy's eyes. And since Christy wasn't around for him to ask, he decided to speak with the one person who would know the truth. The only other family member who was alive and could verify his suspicions. Her worthless brother, Richard.