Today was Ward Cameron's funeral, and nobody had seen Rafe since before the wake at the Cameron estate. The newly ordained man of the house was nowhere to be seen.

After 40 minutes of waiting in the foyer, She started looking for the bathroom. She past by Ward’s old office, a figure catching her eye.

Rafe was standing in the room, and he didn't look too good. He was leaning over the desk with a line of cocaine on it.

He bent over, snorting the line and holding his head. “Shit man.”