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Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the people I am writing about in this fanfiction. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Thank you for the review, wkukluver. I'm glad you like it s far. :D

Alyssa, this isn't a third part, but I will be writing one in January or February.

Vengeance

Chapter 2: The Boys Are Back in Town
July 1st, 2018

1

"I told you the truth. I didn't kill Belle. Why would I kill her? I loved her," Sanjaya said. He slammed his hand face down on the police desk.

"There's no reason to yell. This is just procedure. We're not saying you killed her. We only called you in here for questioning," Detective Bo Brady stated.
"Why couldn't you just do that at my house then, huh?" Sanjaya asked, sounding more angry by the moment.
Detective Brady sighed, and looked at his partner and son, Shawn Brady.
"We have reason to believe you may have killed Belle Black," Shawn answered for Bo. "We're not saying you did." He held up a hand to stop any further protesting from Sanjaya. "All we're saying is that it was best to call you into the station with the evidence we have."
Sanjaya laughed. "Evidence? What evidence could you possibly have? I wasn't even there that night Belle got stabbed!"
"Then how come your footprints were found leading into the church the night of the stabbing?" Bo asked.
Sanjaya was quiet for a moment. "Anyone could have had the same shoes, boots, or whatever. I'm a size nine besides. That's not an uncommon size for a man."
Shawn nodded. "True, but you see, here's the thing. Your fingerprints were found all over the knife."
Sanjaya felt his face pale.
"Now, if you weren't there that night, as you say you weren't, do you mind telling me how your prints got all over the knife handle?" Shawn asked.
Sanjaya was quiet. He shook his head. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, he spoke. His voice came out in practically a whisper. "I don't know."
"Cut! That was a great take, guys. It took us four tries, but we finally got it all down perfectly," the director said.
Sanjaya and his coworkers all grinned at each other.
"Great job, kid. You know, you've come a long was as an actor since you first came on this show," said Peter Reckell, who played Detective Bo Brady.
"Thank you. That means a lot coming from you," Sanjaya said. Peter had been on Days of our Lives for years, and Sanjaya had only just joined as a regular cast member five years prior. "I just hope my character isn't written off."
"Na. Rico Drake is going to be on for a long time. Rico didn't kill Belle anyway. Chloe did. Besides, in the soap world, you know these people never stay dead," Brandon Beemer, aka Shawn Brady told him.
Sanjaya laughed. "True. Very true."
"Well, that's it for tonight. We can finally go home. What are you guys doing tonight?" Peter asked.
"Not much. My wife is still in Aspen with her best friend. They won't be back until the third. What about you guys?" Brandon asked.
Peter shrugged. "My wife has her book club tonight. Do you want to go out for dinner?"
"Well, seeing as I'm not much of a cook, I'd love to," Brandon answered.
Brandon and Peter both turned to Sanjaya.
"Do you want to eat with us, little buddy?" Peter asked him.
Sanjaya smiled. He still got treated like a kid to this day. All the adults who had been on the show for years, still called him "kid" and other names that made him sound much younger than twenty eight, almost twenty-nine. "Thanks, but no thanks. I am kind of tired. I think I just want to go home, take a nice warm bath, and then plop myself in front of the television with a TV dinner and watch a horror movie off pay-per-view that I've been wanting to see."
"Well, I can see why you're tired. We've been at this thing since five in the morning, and it's now almost five in the afternoon," Peter said, looking at his watch.
"At least we have a day off tomorrow, right?" Brandon asked, patting Sanjaya's shoulder.
Sanjaya smiled. "Right!"
"See you the day after tomorrow, kid," Peter said, gently rubbing Sanjaya's shoulder.
"See ya guys," Sanjaya said, giving his two friends a wave. "Have a good time at dinner tonight."
"We will. Bye," Brandon called out.
Sanjaya then left the building. He nodded towards the security, and then got into his car and started the engine.
As he pulled out of the parking lot and headed home, he thought of how far he had come since being on American Idol eleven years ago. He was now twenty-eight, but would be twenty-nine come the end of the year. He had his own three bedroom house in LA, about ten minutes from where Days of Our Lives was taped. That was another thing. He had played Rico Drake on Days of our Lives for five years now. His singing career had never really taken off, but he hadn't been surprised about that. It didn't even matter to him though. He loved acting, and he loved his job. He had a great cast to work with. They were all so friendly and nice. In fact, it reminded him of being on American Idol, only with more fellow cast members.
He was still very single, having dated people here and there over the last ten years. Nothing ever became of it. However, there was a girl he liked. Her name was Jasmine Estefan. She was new to Days, and was three years older than him, but man was she hot. She had long, dark hair, and brown eyes. Being a Latino, she had a beautiful tan. She was tall, and boy oh boy did he have the hots for her. She played Alayna West, a doctor. Sanjaya prayed every day that his character would be put in the hospital. The only problem was, he hadn't said more than a couple sentences to Jasmine. He was shy around her. However, word was on the set that she was single as could be. Sanjaya planned on working up the nerve to talk to her eventually. She had only been on the show for a month. Yes, he knew that had given him plenty of time to talk to her, but that was beside the point.

Sanjaya arrive home, parked, and shut off the engine. He unlatched his seat belt, and then headed into the house.
He locked the door behind him, and then hung his keys on the key hanger that was attached to the wall by the door. Next, he kicked his shoes off, and then headed upstairs to take his bath.
He ran the water, and then headed to his room, where he stripped off his clothes. His cat, Misty, walked over to him, and rubbed herself against his leg. He smiled, and bent down and pet her. "Now if only I can get Jasmine to do that to me, right? Though it's more than my leg I want her to rub up against." He laughed at his own joke and grabbed a clean tee-shirt, a clean pair of briefs, and finally, a clean pair of boxers. He hated the feeling of just plain boxers against his naked skin, and yet, boxer-briefs just didn't feel right. He didn't like the look of himself in briefs, so he wore briefs underneath boxers.
Anyway, he headed into the bathroom to take his bath. That took about ten minutes. Next, he dried, dressed, and then headed downstairs where he made his TV dinner and ate it while watching his hour and a half horror movie.
As he snuggled on the couch and watched his movie, he couldn't help but think back to the night that he and his nine friends had inadvertently killed Henry, and gotten away with it.
The news of Henry's disappearance had appeared in the paper two days later. His name had been Henry Clay. He had had a wife and a ten-year-old son. His body had eventually turned up. A young couple had found his body washed ashore a couple miles down from the falls. No one was ever convicted. No one but the ten of them even had an inkling that they had been involved.
Sanjaya shook the thought from his head. Still, every time someone got murdered in the movie, that night came flashing back into his mind all too clearly.

After the movie, Sanjaya threw his trash away, and then headed up the stairs to go to the bathroom and brush his teeth before bed.
He got to the top of the stairs, and tuned into the bathroom. He brushed his teeth, and then headed over to the toilet. He peed, and then sat down, for he had to do more than pee.
The bathtub could only be seen clearly from the toilet. The curtain was pulled back, and as he was sitting down, Sanjaya was just thinking about how he could have sworn he had left the curtain closed after his shower. Having sat fully down now, he looked up at the tub, and could clearly see the tile wall that was above the left side of the tub. His eyes got big, and his mouth dropped open as he saw it, for there, written right on the wall in what looked like blood, were five words. Murderer! Vengeance will be mine. Sanjaya knew those words hadn't been there when he had taken his bath. Now they were there, dripping and wet as if they had just been put there. Sanjaya didn't know what to do, so he did the first thing that came to his mind. He opened his mouth even wider, and screamed.

2

"Mm… Yes, baby, like that."

Chris smirked. "You know, if someone was outside out bedroom door right now, they would think we're doing something provocative."
"Well, we sort of are. You're giving me a full body hot oil massage," Blake stated. He was lying on his stomach on the bed. Chris was straddling him as he rubbed him down.
"True, but you sound like I'm touching a lot more than your shoulders right now," Chris said.
"If everything goes as planned, your hands will soon be on more than that!" Blake said.
Chris rolled his eyes, but smiled nonetheless. "You're such a pervert."
Blake turned his head back to look Chris in the eyes. "I'm allowed to be when it comes to you. I'm your husband now."
Chris got off of Blake, and lay down beside him, pulling Blake down on top of him.
They kissed.
Chris licked his lips. "Yes, you are. I'm so glad Seattle finally legalized gay marriage. I love being married to you."
Blake kissed him again. "Mm, me too. Now hopefully Virginia will get on the ball. At least they allow civil partnerships now."
Chris nodded. "Yeah. Then we can really enjoy our summer home," he said, referring to their Virginia Beach beach house.
At least we can live legally married in our Seattle home the other nine months of the year." Blake said before kissing up the side of Chris' neck.
Chris smiled. "Very true. I'm done with this side. Lie on your back now."
Blake did as told, and Chris took more oil into his hands. He then started spreading it slowly down over Blake's shoulders and chest.
"We've come a long way since being on the show, haven't we?" Blake asked as he watched Chris work his magic on him.
Chris nodded. "We sure have. We've both had a girlfriend that we broke up with to be with each other, we've both had five albums out, and been on five tours—not to mention the fact that we got married and have been happily married for almost seven years now." He took Blake's hand in his own and kissed it.
Blake grinned. "Lucky seven."
Chris nodded. "I know we're going to have many, many, more years of happily wedded bliss."
"Well of course we'll have bliss, I'm the bl, and you're the iss. Well, that' adding an extra s to it, but it can stand for sex or something," Blake joked.
Chris laughed. "So you think I'm sexy, huh?"
"Oh, dead sexy."
"Yeah?"
"Oh, yeah!"
They kissed some more, and Chris was just about to continue his massage further, when the phone rang.
Blake groaned. "Ignore that!"
Chris tried to, but the shrill ringing was annoying. "Blake, I think I should answer it."
"Chris, just ignore it. The machine will pick up. I need you," Blake whined, placing Chris' hand where he needed it the most.
Chris was temporarily distracted until the answering machine in their room picked up.
"Chris, Blake, this is Sanjaya. If you're there, please pick up." There was a silence. When he spoke again, he sounded upset. "Please. I'm scared. As soon as you get this message, you need to get back to me right away. Its important."
Chris picked up the phone, and Blake groaned. "I'm going to kill that kid."
Chris gave Blake a look as if to say, "Be nice" and turned his attention to Sanjaya. "We're here. What's wrong?"
There was a long pause before Chris spoke. "So you think it has something to do with what happened?"
Blake sat up straight. Chris was looking a little pale.
Chris sighed. "It was ten years ago. Why would you get that note now? Why you of all people?"
"What? What happened?" Blake asked, now curious.
Chris held up a finger to him, signaling him to wait. "I still don't get why you, and why now. It doesn't make any sense!"
There was another pause.
Chris sighed. "All right. I'll see what we can do, and I'll call you back. Don't worry. I will. Bye."
"What was that all about?" Blake asked once Chris had hung up the phone. "Why do you look like you've just seen a ghost?"
"Sanjaya got a message," Chris stated in monotone. He suddenly looked out of it, and it was scaring Blake.
"What kind of message?" Blake asked quietly.
"The words 'Murderer! Vengeance will be mine' were written in blood on the bathroom wall by the bathtub. He had just taken a bath, and the words weren't there. When he came back in to brush his teeth about an hour and a half later, the words were there, and they were still wet."
"Oh my gosh. Did he call the police?" Blake asked.
Chris shook his head. "He said he washed it off. He doesn't want to call the police because he thinks it has something to do with Henry."
"Henry as in the guy we…" Blake trailed off. It was ten years later, and he still didn't like mentioning that day.
Chris nodded.
"Why now though? Why would we hear nothing until ten years later? Besides, Henry is dead," Blake reasoned.
Chris shrugged. "I was wondering the same thing." He sighed. "I don't know. He wants us all to fly down to LA and talk this out together."
Blake scrunched his face together. "All of us? Are the others going to go too?"
Again, Chris shrugged. "I don't know. He says we're the first ones he's called."
"Well, we both have new albums we're working on. We can't just up and leave like this. We don't even know if this has anything to do with anything! For all we know, it could be some kind of prank one of his friends is playing on him or something. Then again, does he even have friends?" Blake laughed at his own joke.
Chris didn't smile. "I don't know. Why would they call him a murderer?"
Blake shrugged this time. "I don't know? Maybe he told someone. I know he wasn't supposed to, but you know Sanjaya…"
Chris shook his head. "No. He swore he didn't. I think we should go. We have to be sure this isn't anything to worry about."
"Baby, Sanjaya is a drama queen, and yes, I do mean queen. I don't think this is anything to worry about," Blake insisted.
Chris gently stroked his husband's cheek. "I really think we should go. Please, come with me? Do it for me?"
Blake sighed, and nuzzled his cheek against Chris' hand. "You know I'd do anything for you. Fine. If it means that much to you, call Sanjaya back and tell him we'll be there. Find out when he wants us to go."
Chris kissed his husband deeply, Blake's face between his hands. He licked his lips. "Thank you."
"You can thank me by finally finishing that massage," Blake said, nodding towards the oils.
Chris grinned at Blake. He was already on the phone. "Sanjaya, this is Chris again. Yes, we will come down. When do you need us?
There was a pause. "All right, we'll be there. See you then." There was another pause. " We will. Bye."
Chris hung up the phone, and turned his attention back to Blake. "We might as well make reservations for a flight out. He wants us there the day after tomorrow."
Blake rolled his eyes. "He's such a scardy cat."
Chris called the airlines after looking up the number, and he was able to get them a morning flight out the day after next. He gave his credit card number.
After he had hung up, he sighed. "We're all set."
"Good! Now come over here and finish what you started," Blake said, still not phased by Sanjaya's message.
Chris rolled his eyes, but grinned nonetheless. He took the oil, put more in his hands, and then continued to massage Blake exactly where Blake wanted it.
Blake moaned. "Now that's what I'm talking about!"
Chris smiled, even though deep down he was worried. He really hoped it was nothing, as Blake seemed to think it was. He didn't know though. There was just something about this whole situation with Sanjaya that was making him feel sick to his stomach.

3

"Goodnight everyone! Thank you!" Phil waved to his fans after his final encore, and headed backstage, the fans still screaming for him.

"I'm so proud of you. You've come so far since being on the show!" Kendra said to her husband, taking him in her arms as he got backstage.
He hugged her back, and kissed her. "I never would have thought I'd make it this far. At forty years old, it took me long enough, but I'm finally here."
Phil's first album had done pretty well, but his second album had flopped. He had done solo tours for both albums, and then he had taken off three years to have another baby with his wife. He wanted to see his children grow up, and he didn't want to be away on tour all the time. He did some writing and producing for other artists as well as for himself, during the three years, and by the time those three years were up, he did a three-month tour opening up for Carrie Underwood. He had such a good welcoming from the fans when he opened up for Carrie, that it inspired him to give it another go, and to try to get a third album out. He spend the next year and a half, doing various gigs and working on his third album. He had finally gotten his third album written, and this year had begun a world tour, the album having hit number one on the Country billboard charts. Now, here he was, kicking off the US part of his tour in Nashville, where he had lived for the passed eleven years.
"You did so great up there, Daddy. I'm so proud of you!" Chloe, his eldest daughter said, giving him a tight hug.
Phil wrapped an arm around his fifteen-year-old, and kissed the top of her head. "Thank you, Darling. Oo, I'm so lucky to have you guys!"
He picked up Jenny, his now almost six-year-old daughter, and smiled at his second-born, eleven-year-old daughter, McKayla.
"We're lucky to have you too," Kendra said, kissing her husband's cheek.
"Can we go out for dessert? I'm starved!" Chloe asked.
Phil laughed. He had nowhere else to go that night, since he had a second Nashville show the next night. "Well, since it's summer and not a school night, I suppose so."
"We can't stay out too late though. Jenny gets cranky when she doesn't get enough sleep," Kendra said.
"Just let me say goodnight to the guys, and we can leave," Phil said.
Kendra nodded her agreement, and Phil went off to say his goodbyes to his opening act, which was a new country act named The Bumpkins, and well as to his backing band.

Twenty minutes later, Phil and his family were waiting for their dessert to arrive as they sat in the Cheese Cake Factory.
"So, do you think you're going to be able to handle a six-month world tour?" Kendra asked. "It's your longest tour yet."
Phil grinned. "If I could handle the Navy, I can handle anything. Besides, It's only touring three months at a time. I'll have a month in between tours."
"True," Kendra agreed.
"I wish we could go with you to all your shows, Daddy," McKayla spoke up.
Phil smiled at his daughter, and stroked her hair. "I wish you could too, but you're going to have school before my tour is over. You'll get to go to a lot of shows this summer though. Don't worry."
Their food came then, and they had their dessert while talking about their plans, and what they hoped to do over the next few months.
Phil loved his time with his family. It was what he lived for—even more than his music. He figured that maybe after the tour, they could go on a vacation together. It would be nice to have some uninterrupted family time again. He and Kendra had been to Hawaii before, but had never taken the kids. Maybe that would be a good spot for their vacation, he figured.
The phone rang, and Phil was taken from his thoughts. He looked at the caller ID on his phone, and was surprised to see the name Sanjaya Malakar on the screen. "That's odd. It's Sanjaya. Wow. I haven't talked to him in...ten years," Phil said to Kendra.
"Really? You better answer it before he gives up," Kendra said, taking a bite of her cheesecake.
Phil pressed the on button, and then pressed the phone to his ear. "Sanjaya, hey! What's up? Wow, long time no talk to, buddy!" The truth was, Phil hadn't talked to anybody since...since the incident. It had been too painful to see or talk to them, knowing what they all had done together. It didn't matter that the murder had been unintentional. Phil could still hardly look at his own reflection. He and Sligh had even lost touch.
"Phil, there's a problem. I need you to…"
Phil pressed a finger to his free ear, and slid out of the booth. "What was that last part? You need me to what? It's so loud in here. Hold on. Let me go outside so I can hear you better."
Phil cast Kendra a look to see if she understood.
Kendra nodded, and motioned towards the door.
Phil then headed out of the restaurant. "Okay. I'm outside. Now what was is you said?"
"I need you to come to LA, Phil. I just got off the phone with Chris. He and Blake are going to come too."
"What? Why? I'm kind of on tour right now, Sanjaya. I can't just pick up and come to LA. What's wrong?"
"There was a message on my bathroom wall, written in blood. I don't know how it got there, for an hour and a half before, it wasn't there. When I saw it, the blood was fresh. It scared the crap out of me! I thought someone was in the house. However, no one was there. They must have written it and gone," Sanjaya explained.
"Written what, Sanjaya? What does this have to do with me coming to LA?" Phil as confused now. "Did you call the cops?"
"No. I couldn't. I wiped the blood clean."
"Why couldn't you? If someone was in your house, writing messages in blood, I think that is reason to call the cops, buddy." Phil didn't know why Sanjaya was being so weird about this.
"Phil, I couldn't because we made a pact not to tell anyone about Henry—especially not the cops."
Phil felt as if he had just been punched in the stomach. His mind flashed back to memories of Chris punching Henry. He saw even clearer, himself punching Henry in the face, sending Henry to his watery grave.
"Phil?"
Phil shook the thoughts from his mind. "I'm sorry, what?"
"The message was clear: 'Murderer! Vengeance will be mine'. I think we both know there is no other explanation than this having something to do with Henry."
"We killed him, Sanjaya. He's dead. How could this have anything to do with him?"
Sanjaya sighed. "I don't know. I just need you to fly out as soon as you can. Blake and Chris will be here the day after tomorrow."
Phil sighed. "All right. I'll make sure I'm there."
"Call me after you make your arrangements, and I'll arrange to pick you up at the airport."
"All right. I'll talk to you soon then."
"All right. Thank you, Phil. Bye."
"Bye." Phil clicked the off button, and then clicked the on button again. He dialed up information and had them connect him to the airport. Then, he made reservations for the red eye flight the next day. He would do tomorrow's concert, then he was just going to have to postpone the next date. Thank God he had the day off after his second Nashville show. However, the day after that he was supposed to be doing a show in Lexington, Kentucky. Then, the day after that, he was doing a show in Norfolk, Virginia. He'd probably have to cancel that show as well. He sighed. He knew he was going to get chewed out for canceling the show so last minute. He'd have to fake laryngitis. It would be the only way he'd get out of his shows without having consequences to pay. He'd hate to disappoint the fans. He was just going to have to go back and do those dates he missed when the tour was over, or even on his month off.
As he hung up the phone after securing his flight reservation, Phil headed back into the restaurant, wondering what he was going to tell his wife. He had never told her about Henry. He had promised not to after all. He was just going to have to tell her Sanjaya needed him, and hope that she trusted him enough to agree with him not telling her more. He had to do this though. Had it been anything else, he would have just said no. However, flashing back yet again to giving Henry that one, final, deadly blow to the face, Phil knew that he had to go back and deal with this. He had no choice.

4

"No! Do not put pepper in that! Yuck! You're going to give the poor lady heartburn. Either that or she'll be farting up a storm. That dish is not meant for peppers, or anything else spicy for that matter," Sligh said.

"Sorry, Sligh. I just thought it might make give it an extra little kick," said Jeremy, the newest chef to Sligh's restaurant, More for Your Tummy.
"It's all right, Jeremy. You're new, and still learning. It's just that we can't play games when food critics come. You can't play the 'maybe she'll like this' or the 'maybe this will give it a good kick' game. You have to follow my recipe to a T. I have gone over these recipes a million times. Trust me, if there was anything that would make the dish taste better, it would be on the recipe. Work on the next order. I should have been the one to work on this one anyway. It's my restaurant, and Madeline wants the head chef to make it for her," Sligh said.
Jeremy nodded, and moved over to leave Sligh room.
"I don't mean to sound like a jerk, Jeremy. I just really don't want this to turn out bad. Madeline Frank is one of the most popular food critics this side of the West coast. Her review could make or break this restaurant." Sligh knew he might be over exaggerating a little but, but not by much.
"I understand," Jeremy said, working on his new order.
Sligh finished the entree, and brought it out to Madeline.
Madeline was in her sixties, and was one of the wealthiest food critics—according to the magazines anyway. She was known for being picky when it came to food. Only half the restaurants she reviewed got good reviews. In fact, she had only given Sligh's favorite restaurant three stars. Sligh couldn't believe it.
"Here you go Ma'am. I hope this is to your liking." Sligh set the food down, and gave her a little bow.
She chuckled. "Well, it's nice to see this place has manners, if nothing else." She took a bite of her meal, and smiled. "Well, I must say, this is rather good!" She took another bite.
"You like it?" Sligh asked with hope.
"Mm…" Madeline gave a thumbs up sign and swallowed. "Something tells me I will be giving you a pretty good score."
Sligh grinned; proud of himself. "Let me refill your drink." He took Madeline' glass.
"Thank you!" Madeline said. "Mm…" She took another bite, and Sligh quickly and happily headed to the kitchen to get her drink.
"How does she like it?" Tommy, who, in Sligh's opinion was the best chef next to himself.
"She's loving it, she's loving it!" Sligh said, quickly refilling Madeline's drink.
When he brought it back out to her, he was happy to see that she was already halfway done with her meal.
"If dessert is this good, you will be getting five stars from me," Madeline informed him.
Sligh bowed once again. "Thank you, Ma'am. I am honored."
"Don't celebrate yet. You can celebrate if I like the dessert." Madeline winked at him.
Sligh blushed. "Of course."
"I'll have the cherries jubilee. I assume they flambe it at the table?"
Sligh nodded and smiled. "Of course."
Madeline smiled at this, and Sligh left to let her finish her dinner in peace.
Sligh checked on a few of his other customers, and was just about to head back into the kitchen when his phone rang. He paused outside the door, and looked at the caller ID. He was more than surprised to see Sanjaya's name displayed. He and Sanjaya had never really been close. In fact, they hadn't talked in ten years. Then again, Sligh hadn't talked to any of the old gang in ten years. He quickly pressed the talk button. He was curious as to what Sanjaya wanted. It was probably another reunion, he figured.
"What's up, Sanjaya? Long time no talk to."
"I'm just sorry it can't be on better terms. Hello, Sligh."
"What do you mean? Did something happen to your sister?"
"Nothing like that. I got a message on the wall of my bathroom, and it was written in blood."
Sligh made a face. He thought about the cherries Jubilee that he should be getting ready soon. He covered the mouthpiece of the phone and turned to Tommy, who had just come out of the kitchen. "Tommy, please clear Madeline's table. She wants the cherries jubilee."
Tommy nodded.
"Thank you," Sligh said, before going back to his phone call. "Well that's disturbing. What did it say?"
"It said, 'Murderer! Vengeance will be mine'," Sanjaya answered.
Sligh swallowed hard. "That doesn't sound good."
"I think it has to do with Henry. Because of that, I couldn't inform the police. I cleaned the blood off. I think you need to come down to LA now, Sligh. Blake, Chris, and Phil are coming, and I'm going to call the girls after you."
"We killed the dude ten years ago!" Sligh whispered.
"I know, Sligh, but who else would send me a message like that? Murderer. Obviously they know what we did ten summers ago."
"Ha, ha. This sounds like a bad horror movie that has had far too many sequels," Sligh said.
"So, will you come?"
Sligh sighed. He supposed he could get Tommy to take over. He trusted him. "Yeah, I guess. When do you want me to come?"
"Can you come the day after tomorrow?"
"Sure." Sligh knew that wouldn't be a problem at all, for the drive from Las Vegas to LA wasn't too far. He had moved to Vegas after his first solo album flopped. His and his wife's divorce had also played a part in his move. Even though Sara had moved back to her hometown of Greenville, South Carolina, it was too painful to stay in Nashville. Once realizing he wasn't going to make it as a singer, Sigh decided to go for a career having to do with his second love—food. He had moved to Las Vegas, enrolled in culinary school, and then used all the money he had left after paying for school to start his own restaurant. It was by the grace of God that his restaurant had taken off and was a success. He even performed on weekends, for his restaurant was equipped with a stage. He got extra tips when he performed, and he was seriously thinking about recording another album to sell exclusively to his customers.
"Really? Good. Thank you, Sligh. It's good to know all the guys will be here at least. Now I guess I have to call the girls."
"You do still live in LA, right?" Sligh asked.
"Yes, do you want my address?"
"I have to attend to a customer. Call me again when we hang up and leave it on my voicemail."
"All right. I'll talk to you later then, Sligh. Thank you for agreeing to come to LA."
Sligh sighed. "Yeah, well, I don't have much better to do. I'll see you soon."
"All right. Bye, Sligh."
"Bye, Sanjaya.
Sligh clicked off his phone, and sighed. "What the hell," he said under his breath. He went into the kitchen and clapped his hands together. "All right! Chop, chop everyone! It's time for some Cherries Jubilee!"

"I enjoyed everything very much. I am happy to inform you that I will be awarding your restaurant with five stars," Madeline told Sligh once her dessert plate was cleared along with her glass.
Sligh grinned brightly. "Thank you very much, Ma'am! Wow. I am honored to have such a valued food critic such as yourself give me five stars. Thank you so much!" He gave her a bow, and kissed her hand.
She chuckled. "Your manners helped a great deal as well."
"Well thank you again. Come back anytime, free of charge" Sligh said.
"I might just take you up on that," she said with a wink. She stood up, and Sligh helped her into her coat.
"I'll see you later," she said.
"Bye, bye. Drive safe!" Sligh said.
Once Madeline was gone, Sligh let out a happy whoop, and slapped palms with Tommy.
"Well, we did it, Tommy boy," Sligh said, placing an arm around his friend.
"It was mainly you, Sligh. It's your restaurant and your recipes," Tommy said modestly.
"Nonsense! You were a big help. You are my best chef, Tommy, which is why I am putting you in charge for the next three days while I go out of town," Sligh said.
"Where are you going?" Tommy asked.
"I have to help out a friend in LA. I shouldn't be gone any longer than three days though—if even that. My friend is having a minor crisis, but I think he is making more of a deal out of it that there really is," Sligh replied.
"Well, I've got your back while you are gone," Tommy said, patting Sligh's back.
Sligh smiled. "Thanks, Tommy. I knew I could count on you. You're getting a five-dollar rase when I get back."
Tommy grinned. "Thank you!"
"Don't mention it, buddy," Sligh said. He was just glad he had someone to take over the restaurant while he tended to the ever paranoid Sanjaya. He knew all it was was paranoia. There was no way anyone could be after them ten years after the accidental murder. No way.

After leaving his address on Sligh's voicemail, Sanjaya hung up the phone and sighed a sigh of relief. He had gotten the guys to agree to come. Now he just had to work on the girls. He hoped they would agree to come too. The message was clear to him. Someone knew what they had done, and was out for revenge, or rather vengeance. Sanjaya knew that even if his friends didn't believe it, all ten of them were going to need all the help they could get. God help them all.
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