Still, the reunion wasn't going to be for a few more days and Taylor was standing in the front yard of his house. Some of his kids were playing outside as it was a glorious summer day.
"Well, well look who it is." A voice sneered.
Taylor looked up.
"I'm sorry, do I know you?" he asked, thinking the guy looked vaguely familiar.
"Oh really Taylor, I'm hurt. You don't remember me. I'm Marty."
Taylor gave him a cold, hard stare.
"Jus passing by, or are you after something? We sent Oliver to rehab by the way."
"Ahh, so that's what happened to him. I was wondering why he hadn't called."
The two men glared at each other, eyes locked.
"Stay away from us Marty. Stay away from my family and stay away from our friends."
Marty smirked and nodded slowly.
"I had a feeling you'd be like this." He said, shoving a manila folder into Taylor chest.
Taylor stared at him and then slowly opened up the folder. He glanced through the contents.
"No one will ever believe this."
"Really? Are you sure? Especially considering what's happened with Oliver and all." Marty smirked. "And there's more where they came from. Enough to lay plenty of doubt on the so-called goody-two-shoes I'm talking to now."
Taylor was silent for a moment.
"The media would have a field day." Marty added spitefully.
"What do you want?"
"At the moment? For you to keep your mouth shut."
"Fine." Taylor replied tersely.
Marty started walking off.
"Oh, and Taylor? I'll be in touch."
Taylor glared after him as Marty left. He took another look at the incriminating photos in the folder before storming back inside and throwing them down in frustration.
He ran his fingers through his hair, then realised he'd better not leave the photos there. He picked them up again and sent them through the shredder.
He only wished he could get rid of the whole blackmail thing that easily.