> Ria: > Ria stared down at her hands. "I don't know," she answered. It was not the > answer Derek had expected but she was starting to have doubts over her > earlier conversation with Derek. Perhaps, Sloan had been right she just could > not cut it any more. Ria crossed the room and sat down slowly raising her > head to stare Derek in the eyes. "Am I losing it, Derek? Should I be here? > First, the incident with Christian. Then, Hilario." she paused trying to > gauge the reaction of the elder Dutchman, "And we still don't know who > started that. and THEN EDWIN! He has paintings of me. We've never met, but > it's me. Derek, I'm lost and I'm not sure what to do." Ria always used to be > sure of everything. Had she made a mistake coming back to the fold. > Derek: "Paintings of you," Derek asked a bit confused. How was that possible? Ria seemed geniunely alarmed though and if this was the case, he certainly couldn't blame her. He wasn't at all sure that she might not be right about her mental condition, but he'd seen insane before and she just didn't fit that. Upset yes, distressed yes, but not insane. "Perhaps, Christians death is what is making you volunerable to the other things," he told her gently. "It certainly did with regard to Hilario's journal and that's how the article works. It seeks out those feeling desparation. I'll speak with Mr. Lyons about those paintings." He wanted to see them for himself. Derek
