She shook her head negatively. How could he know? This was madness, this was someone playing on her grief and she could sense it. Her eyes narrowed and she slapped her hands down on the bar loud enough to make the tender jump. Tears welled in her pretty gaze, but she wouldn't let them spill. No. She had embarrassed herself enough this evening. She stood up and with a cold accusing look to Sage she said in a tight voice.<br/><br/>"You are sick. You're expecting me to believe that you magically just -know- who the hell killed Barry..??"<br/><br/>She could say no more, the tears finally spilled over the edge of her lids and slid down her cheeks. She turned and made her way out the bar, standing street side to hail a cab. Upon her barstool, lay her purse forgotten. She stood in the night arms clenched about herself as she dashed at the tears on her cheeks. She would be going home alone once more, to the sound of a silent house, to lie in bed and stare at the ceiling while sleep would elude her. It was unbearable.