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Even though the house was now empty of the outsiders, Jack couldn't shake the feeling that it still didn't feel like "home". It hadn't since Marcos had been killed. How were they supposed to stay safe in this place, when someone had apparently been able to break in and murder their leader? Jack hadn't been home, or even in New York, the day it had happened. If he had been, he was convinced that things would have ended differently. While he didn't feel comfortable at home anymore, he wasn't scared. There was an eerie and unsettling feeling about the whole situation, but he was still Jack enough to be certain that if the killer wanted to come back for round 2, he would make them pay. Wait--now, the killer didn't even need to be called "the killer", and while it was impossible to shake the unsettling feeling that the house had without Marcos, now knowing (or being convinced) that the killer was Will made things simpler. Simpler merely because the problem now had a solution. Removing Will's pathetic, slimy soul from this planet wasn't going to bring Marcos back, but it was going to be a good start in the healing process for all of them. While vengeance was something he craved in an indescribable way, protecting his clan and making them feel like they were safe and he could protect them, even if it was too little-too late now, was what he cared about the most.
He shook his head, declining the cup of tea that Dorothea offered him as she entered the living room with a platter of freshly made cups of the steaming beverage. He had quit consuming human food and beverages (outside of alcohol) long ago. They did nothing for him and by now, chewing food, or tasting anything other than blood or alcohol felt unnatural and foreign to him. He was a simple man in terms of tastes and needs; always had been, always would be. Dory knew this, and yet to this day, she would still offer things to him. Granted, it was typically only in group settings and out of politeness, since she didn't frequently consume much human food either.
Jack's gaze remained focused on the window across the room that he was staring out of, looking at nothing in particular. He was zoned out, trying to process how that little rat had managed to kill Marcos. Marcos, of all people! He could see him taking down Lex maybe if he was lucky, definitely Josie, but Marcos?! Jack didn't think that even he, himself, or Alsek, the best of the Ventari combat forces, could take down Marcos. It was baffling that that weasel managed to do it, but everything lined up well enough that it was hard to think of any other possibility. "You're sure he didn't look familiar to you at all?" he asked suddenly, breaking the silence that had filled the room for the few moments that Josie and Lex had been in there after joining him. He wasn't sure how the meeting ended, or what they had all done afterwards. He didn't care. His mind was made up on what was going to happen. Though he had continued to look out the window for a few moments after posing the question, he then looked to Josie, to confirm that he was talking to her. She had been home the day Marcos had been killed, and as far as they all knew, he had been killed here. Why he had been home in the middle of a work day was unknown, an extra mystery in the whole saga. Their penthouse was vast in size and therefore, realistically, Josie could have been in her room without hearing Marcos ever come in, but Jack wanted to believe that he didn't go down that easily. That there had been some sort of commotion or fight. Something. "His voice? Nothing?"
"Here, my loves," Dorothea said, setting two cups of tea down on the side table next to Josie and Lex, before offering the remaining, sans one, to the others in the clan. She kept the last one for herself before quietly taking a seat next to Jack. Though tea offered them no nutritional value, the act of sipping it had never lost its calming effect on Dory. It was a typical go-to thing for her to do, to go off and brew a kettle of tea, when she felt like someone (or the clan as a whole) needed a little bit of peace. She rested her free hand on his thigh, rubbing it gently, as she looked curiously at Josie for her response.
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