Billy left the room with all those rich devious bastards, thinking about money of all things. But the reason his words were echoing in head were “Enough money could buy almost anything…” was not that he even considered selling Kate. They had obviously done some pretty in depth research but they forgot one key factor in Billy's profile. He was not ambitious. He liked the life he had. Even if it was a little mundane and a tad boring at times. Billy had rightfully earned that little life of his.<br/><br/>The number one reason his mind had jumped to that quote was due to the fact that they could buy the police department, the lawyers, the judges, and the jury if Billy even thought of telling someone about this little racket of theirs. The second reason was they could pay someone to kidnap Kate and Billy could do jack to prevent it. And with that same money they pay someone to pin Kate's disappearance on Billy.<br/><br/>Jeffrey had promised she could come back to the Black Velvet for the rest of her life if he didn't take the deal and he did not doubt that. But he still had his doubts about letting her come back to a man who planned on selling her for anywhere between six and seven figures. It looked like it was time to call his friend, Darlene Summers. A woman he had once loved and been friends with since they were children.<br/><br/>Billy walked over to the bar with the scotch he had received inside the room where the Devil made his deals. Well that devil had screwed with the wrong human. This human was not going to sell his soul away for a better time on Earth. This human was meek and as Jesus said “The meek shall inherit the Earth.” Billy was not the most religious person but he at least knew that.<br/><br/>Billy pulled out his phone and sent Darlene a text:<br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;">Hey Dar, I need to talk to you about something. Is tomorrow good for you?</span><br/><br/>Billy put his phone away. He was actually not texting Darlene about dealing with Jeffrey. He just wanted to tell someone about all of his troubles. And Darlene was the one person outside of his guy friends who he could talk to about this. And surprisingly he got a text back surprisingly fast as he vibrated just as he was about to leave the bar and go looking for Kate. He pulled his phone out and looked at the message:<br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;">Of course, Billy. I am free in the afternoon. Where do you want to meet up?</span><br/><br/>She knew that Billy always confided his problems in her. Darlene expected it. It had been this way since they were in High School. If she had problems, she would confide in Billy and if he had problems he would confide in her. And they continued that pattern even to now. She had just seen Billy two weeks ago in fact when she had a problem with her boyfriend of the time. Billy had listened to her and gave her advice. Now two weeks later she was a free woman and her now ex -boyfriend was begging for her back whenever he got the chance even though she had caught him banging his secretary in their bed after Billy told her to unexpectedly go home after her boyfriend canceled their lunch date.<br/><br/>Billy got her message and sent her one back.<br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;">Is the coffee shop on 3rd and Broadway, okay?</span><br/><br/>She sent him a reply of:<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;">Yes, see you tomorrow then. </span><br/><br/>Billy put away his phone and wondered away from the bar and through the dance floor. He hoped that Kate was done with whatever she was doing. He wanted to get out of this club. Thoughts of his deal still kept lingering in his mind. He wondered if he could tell Kate about it. Probably not, it was better she not know considering that she was already living this double life as it was. He had no idea if she might want to take it on full time. But her love of string theory and particle physics would probably get in the way of her even thinking about trying this life out full time.<br/><br/>The scotch was still in his hand by some kind of miracle. He had figured he had left it at the bar. But since it was here he took the glass and drank it down, the comforting burn came as it traveled down his throat. Billy put the glass down on a table after he had walked passed the dance floor.<br/><br/>The alcohol was letting the ultimate reason why he was not going to sell Kate slowly bubble to light. He loved her. That was why he couldn't do it. Sure the other reasons were good too. But there was no way he could sell the girl he had loved since she was 13. She may not be the same exact girl anymore but she was still the object of his affection.<br/><br/>All these years of failed relationships and all came down to a deal with a devil and some scotch to make him realize he loved his niece more than he should. No wonder, ever since she had arrived he had been trying to get her back to the way she was until he accepted her. He was searching for the girl he had fallen in love with. And though she was now different the feelings were the same. He loved Kate for all she was and is.<br/><br/>Billy walked up to Max to hopefully get a clue as to where he was going. There was the slight desire to ask for his autograph.<br/><br/>“Max, where does Kate usually end up?” he asked. Billy prayed that he would not find her in the middle of something he would rather not see.  And that was the reason he had asked where she ended up rather than where she was at the moment.<br/><br/>And once Max told him or even gave him a clue to where to go Billy would head over there to find her.