EPISODE 116 “GONE…. AGAIN”

Det. Angela Sorensen hated this restless feeling. It had been creeping on her for the last few days, pulling at her nerves and making her toss and turn at night instead of getting some much needed rest. And rest is something she needed these days. She had known her life would be more hectic when she'd been assigned to the Covington Bay Police Department; the office was short handed and she’d expected a difficult so a heavy caseload was to be expected. But what she hadn’t expected was having to work with Det. Eric Lassiter. To say she disliked him was an understatement. Pure, unadulterated hate was a more accurate depiction of how she felt about that man. He’d caused her family, especially her baby sister Monica, endless misery during the course of their relationship. Well, at least her misery was over and she was happily married now. Nigel Greyhawk was a decent, kind and caring man. He clearly loved Monica and was raising Vicki as if she were her own. When they had announced they were marrying, Angela had her doubts, especially since it had come about so suddenly. As far as she knew, Monica simply worked as a secretary at Nigel’s company and that they were friends. No one knew they were dating. But, apparently it had been more than that. Well, at least he was good to her and they were happy.

While Monica was fortunate enough not to have to deal with Eric much, Angela hadn't been so lucky. Eric was part of her day to day life. She had to work with him, making a tough job even harder. She’d get it through, somehow. At least Jake Collier, the third leg of their investigative team, was there to offset Eric a bit. As for her restlessness, she knew how to handle that too. Now just wasn’t the time, at least not as long as she was here. 'Here' was the 'Cold Case' office of the Covington Bay Police Department. And it wasn't so much an office, but a very small closet with a few cheap filing cabinets and a musty smell. Not only was space a premium in the aging building that housed the CBPD, murders didn't happen all that often in this small Midwestern town, the tragic death of Candice Dailey and the murder of Sam Johnson notwithstanding.

The clearance rate on murders was pretty high in Covington Bay, far above the national average. Yes, there were more than a few unsolved crimes, murders that went unanswered, leaving mourning families who had never received closure and crimes where justice had not been found. More grievously, there were murderers walking free to do as they please, able to kill again, their victims were silenced forever and sometimes sadly forgotten. Yet, the CBPD didn't forget them. At least they tried not to. That's why Angela was here, sitting on the floor Indian style, her shimmering red hair pulled back in business-like ponytail, a pile of file folders in her lap, more spread open in front of her. As a new member of the CBPD's Homicide Division, one of Angela's duties besides her ongoing caseload was to go over the unsolved cases on the books. This gave the old cases a chance to be looked at with a fresh eye and different perspective, to see if there was an angle unexplored or a clue missed. And maybe bring a killer to justice. It wasn't often that one of these cold cases were solved; Angela had only heard of three being broken in the five years (one by Eric, the other by Jake and the third by the late Det. Pete Cooper) since Capt. Stone had implemented this rule for newbies in the Homicide Division.

That was reason enough to keep trying. If any of these cases looked like there was a missed opportunity, Angela would go over the evidence more thoroughly, maybe talk to any possible witnesses or check out the suspects again. While much of this was grunt work to keep the new person in the office buried with busywork, Angela didn't mind. Solving a cold case would quite a coup, especially for the first female office in the department. Like or not, fairly or unfairly, she had a lot to prove, just as it had been since the day she decided to be a cop and entered the police academy. Particularly when she had to deal with pigs like Eric along the way. Angela had come so close to being rid of Eric. Because of his harassing and attacking Danny James and his assault on Nigel Greyhawk after she and Jake had arrested him, he’d been stripped of his badge and gun and fired. But for some inexplicable reason, Nigel had dropped the charges, leaving Eric to walk away from this mess unscathed. The SOB had gotten away with it... again. Angela wanted so bad to have that man out of her life, out of this department. Unfortunately, she didn't have that kind of luck.

She couldn't believe that after all the hard work she'd done to get to this point, to finally make the homicide squad, she had to be partnered with someone who completely disgusted her. And the longer she knew him, the more reprehensible he became. The entire department was gossiping that Eric was dating Melissa Stone, the captain's daughter, though Angela had been aware of it for a few days now. It didn't surprise her one bit; Eric was more than capable of doing something so stupid and self-destructive. The girl had once been Eric and Monica's babysitter and Angela had no doubt Eric had been sleeping with her then... when she was underage.

Angela recalled the number of times she saw the look of pain on Monica's face as she was forced to deal with yet another of Eric's betrayals, though Angela doubted her sister ever knew about Melissa; she would've said something. Angela hardly knew Melissa, but she'd always seemed like a sweet girl. That's probably what Eric was taking advantage of. She certainly wouldn't be when Eric was finished with her.

And now there was even more reason to dislike Eric. Many of these cold cases were his and reflected how he ran his life. His files were sloppily written, full of grammatical errors. In some files Eric had managed to misspell every other word. But, despite that the cases had been thoroughly investigated and only placed in the cold case file because there was no other choice; they were seemingly unsolvable. Angela hated admitting it, but Eric was a good cop with sharp instincts and a high closure rate. But it would be nice if she could take one of his cold cases, find something he missed or neglected to discover and solve the case. She didn't like being that petty, but she'd love to get one up over Eric, see the look on his face when she closed a case he'd left open. She'd like nothing better than to have a little taste of victory over that scum. And as the hate she had for this man threatened to deepen, she had to push it back, ignore it. Like it or not, she had to find some way to work with him. Being in constant conflict with him wasn’t the way to do it.

“Is someone in here?” A voice interrupted Angela’s thoughts.

The emerald eyed beauty looked up to see Dr. Daphne Williamson standing in the doorway. Angela didn't know Daphne all that well even though they'd gone to the same high school and had several mutual acquaintances. Most of their dealings with each other hadn't occurred until after Daphne had left her job as an ER physician at Covington Bay Medical Center and came to work in the medical examiner's office. Over that time they'd become friendly enough and had chatted over a cup of coffee or an occasional lunch. Angela liked her. Daphne was intelligent, professional and good at her job.

Yet even with all that going for her, she had horrible taste in men. There was A.J. Lassiter, whom she’d dated briefly after he’d returned to Covington Bay following his stint in London as a foreign correspondent for NewsTime Magazine. Angela didn't know why they split, but no doubt it was something A.J. had done, he had a habit of hurting the women in his life. Daphne then went on to date Dr. Darian Jackson, whom Angela had heard, left her standing at the altar. Angela didn't understand how such seemingly intelligent women kept getting involved with men who would only hurt them, couldn’t be honest or even treat them with common decency, constantly setting themselves up for misery. For Angela, it was a problem she'd never had and never intended to. No man would ever get to her and use her like that. Ever.

Angela grinned, waving a file in her hand. “Daphne, it's just me.”

Daphne, her lush skin the color of burnished copper, stood in the doorway, leaning a curvy hip against the door jamb. “I hope I'm not interrupting. My office is right down the hall. I was on my way to do some paperwork and I saw the light on. I was just wondering who'd be here so late.”

“As you can see, I'm looking through the cold case files.” She motioned to the piles of folders gathered around her.

“Ahh yes, the traditional grunt work for all the Homicide newbies.” Daphne noted.

“And who the job wasn't glamorous?” Angela said with a quirk of her lips.

“Speaking of which, I've been meaning to welcome you to Homicide.” Daphne said. “Congratulations. First woman to shatter that glass ceiling. Quite a accomplishment.”

Angela was unable to stop herself from grinning with pride. “Yes, it is if I do say so myself. And thank you.”

“Hey, we girls have to stick together in this boys club. Look, I know you're busy with all this, but the captain couldn't give you a break tonight of all nights?”

“What's so special about tonight?”

“The Lassiter family is throwing a party at their estate tonight.”

“Ahh, that.” Angela nodded. “I'd forgotten all about it.”

“So I guess you didn't go?”

“Why would I?”

“I saw your sisters and your uncle there. You weren't invited as well?”

“My invite was hand delivered by Harry Tamakai this afternoon. I knew Melody and Hillary were going. But, Monica and Uncle Gary were there too?”

“Yes.” Daphne nodded. “Monica was there with her husband Nigel and the rest of the Greyhawks. And your uncle was there with Kevin Lassiter.”

Angela’s pencil thin brows raised in surprise. “Kevin Lassiter? Why?”

“The obvious. They were on a date.”

“Uncle Gary and Kevin are dating?” Angela said in surprise. “When did this start?”

“It's a recent thing from what I know.” Daphne replied. “I think tonight was Kevin and Gary's second date.”

Angela smiled thoughtfully. “Really? Uncle Gary was a no show at the family dinner the other night and we speculated he might have been on a date. I guess that must’ve been the first time they were out together. I'm just surprised he’s dating Kevin Lassiter.”

“Why? Kevin's a great guy. He's good looking, intelligent, kind and compassionate. He'd be a good match for anyone.”

“I'm sure that Kevin is the kind of fella lots of gay men would love to take home to their mothers.” Angela agreed. “I'm just not sure if he's right for Uncle Gary.”

“What makes you think that?”

“As far as I know, Kevin's only had one serious relationship, Alec Stone, and he's been mourning that loss for the past five years since Alec died of AIDS.”

“Well, that’s true.” Daphne said. “Alec and Kevin were very much in love and Kevin was devastated by his death. But like you said, it's been five years. Maybe Kevin is ready to move on.”

“As well he should.” Angela agreed. “But I don't think Uncle Gary is the right place to start.”

“Why not?”

“Kevin's not exactly Uncle Gary's type.” Angela opined. “He usually prefers the non-committal, emotionally messed up bad boys. Kevin's the kind of guy you marry... if he could get married. He's a little too together and straight laced, pardon the pun, for my uncle.”

“Maybe Gary is ready to settle down.” Daphne offered. “You can't play the field forever.”

“Who says?” The homicide detective grinned saucily. “Not everyone is meant to be coupled, nor do they want to be in a life long relationship.”

“Or they just haven’t met the right person.” Daphne concurred.

Angela didn’t want to get into that particular argument. Judging by the fact that Daphne went from one relationship to another, with little gap in between, she clearly was the kind of woman who believed that everyone needed a man, a relationship in her life. And Angela definitely didn’t hold that belief. Men had their uses and she got involved with one when it suited her purposes or worked to her advantage. But she generally only wanted one thing from a man. Fun. Good times. And sex. But nothing close to a wedding ring or a commitment. That just wasn’t her thing and it never would be.

“Whatever.” Angela hoped that would end the subject. “My point is that Uncle Gary's dated a lot of men… a lot of men. And they're usually bad for him, make his life miserable and are mercifully short lived. Given my uncle's history, I doubt if it'll work out with he and Kevin.”

Daphne crossed her arms. "Don't you think you're being kind of judgmental?"

"I'm not judging Uncle Gary on how he lives his life. I not only don't care who he sleeps with or how many partners he has, it's really none of my business. Look, I hope that things work out with he and Kevin Lassiter, but after seeing my uncle sleep his way through several major cities and a few foreign countries I'm just being realistic."

"Okay, I get your point."

"So that explains why Uncle Gary was there, but what about Monica, Nigel and the rest of the Greyhawks?"

"The Greyhawks were invited; they were the guests of honor in fact."

Angela looked puzzled. "Why would the Lassiters invite the Greyhawks to their house for any reason, much less the party?"

"I don't know." Daphne shrugged. "Probably has something to do with their ongoing feud."

"No doubt. Then I'm glad I didn't go, not that I planned to anyway."

"Why not?"

"I could care less about watching a bunch of rich folks plot and scheme to destroy one another." Angela snarked. "It wasn't my idea of entertainment when Dynasty was on the air and it isn't now. So if you know all that, I take you were at the party yourself?"

"Yeah."

Angela glanced at her watch. "And why are you here? It’s late, but the party can't be over already."

"Probably not, but I went with my father." Daphne explained. "He had to leave early to handle some sort of emergency so I figured I might as well take off too."

"I take it you weren't having any fun?" Angela surmised.

Painful recollections of her emotionally draining moments with Darian went through Daphne's mind. "You didn't miss a thing."

"I didn't think I had, but thanks for the confirmation."

"Well, you look like you're knee deep in old cases, so I'll leave you alone. " Daphne moved toward the door.

Angela stood, brushing dust off her jeans, she started putting the files away. "Actually, I was just about to wrap things up. I've tried distracting myself long enough to realize it's not going to do any good."

Daphne paused, turning back to Angela. "Oh. Well, in that case join me for a cup of coffee. It's my treat to welcome you to Homicide."

"That’s an idea." Angela grinned. "But, I’m more in the mood for something stronger. How about we knock back a few at the Black and Blue?"

Daphne considered a visit to Covington Bay's cop hangout. She'd never been there before and it wasn't the kind of place she'd generally frequent, but she really didn't have any work to do; she'd only left her condo because she couldn't sleep after all the emotional turmoil at the party and she wanted to clear her head. It was different and maybe she needed a break from the routine. At least for an hour or two. "Sure, why not?"

Angela finished putting the files away and slammed the drawer shut. " Great."

A question poised on her lips, Daphne hesitated for a moment, then plunged forward. "What was it you were trying to distract yourself from, if I can ask?"

Angela smiled wildly, giving the medical examiner a sidelong glance as they headed for the door. "Do you really want to know?"

"Of course." Now Daphne wanted to know more than ever.

Angela pulled out the rubber band that held her red hair in a ponytail and let the locks fall about her shoulders. "I haven't been laid in weeks, and I'm getting a bit... frustrated. I guess I'd say I'm horny."

Seeing the shocked look on Daphne's face, Angela couldn't control her playful grin as they walked out of the office.

* * * * * *

Dr. Hillary Sorensen turned into a corridor and spotted her fiancé, Assistant District Attorney Evan Maitland talking very animatedly on his cell phone. Evan was still in the tuxedo he’d worn at the party earlier. It certainly had lost it’s crispness thanks to the evening’s tumultuous events, but he was as tall, dark and handsome as ever. His expression as he turned to her was cool, his dark eyes devoid of warmth. Clearly he was still upset with her about her keeping quiet about Derek Kendall's return to town.

"Thanks, Chet." Evan spoke into the phone. "You’ve done some good work tonight. I know you had to stay late, but you don’t know how important this is. I’ll see you in the morning. Good night."

"Evan." Hillary greeted as her fiancée snapped his flip cell phone shut.

"Hello, Hillary." Evan barely rated her a glance.

"What's going on?"

"What do you mean?"

"Why is Chet still at the office?"

"I’ve got him looking into something for me." Evan slipped the phone into his jacket pocket. "How’s your sister?"

"She’s fine." The raven haired psychiatrist was draped in a floor length, mint colored gown. The satin dress hugged her torso and the skirt flared out at the waist. It was sleeveless, held up by shoulder straps. A large area of her back was revealed by a scoop that started at the neck. "Not a scratch on her it seems. Incredibly lucky given what she's been through."

Hillary was more grateful than she could imagine about Monica's surviving what happened. Hillary knew her family couldn't survive another horrific tragedy. It would've undoubtedly have destroyed them. Even though it was several years ago, losing her mother sometimes seemed like yesterday. It had cost the entire family so much. For herself, she hadn't just lost a mother, she lost a fiancé' as well.

At the time she'd been engaged to Dr. Morgan Bennett, a cancer specialist at CBMC. He'd been her mother's doctor and had seen her from her diagnosis, through her struggle with the disease, until she ultimately died. While Hillary didn't blame Morgan for her mother's death and knew he did all he could to keep her alive, she had nevertheless pulled away from him after her mom's demise. She just couldn't help it; her family needed her so much, especially her father, who could barely function. She knew she was letting her relationship with Morgan slip away, but she couldn't think about herself, not when her family needed her so much. She hadn't been surprised when he called the engagement off and ended the relationship. She was heartbroken, but didn't try to stop him either, She knew things wouldn't change anytime soon and Morgan deserved someone who could give him the love and attention she couldn't.

After awhile, Morgan moved to Autumn Lake to run their new state of the art cancer research center. When he told her, Hillary sensed he wanted her to go with him. But they both knew she would never go for the same reasons they split. The question went unasked. Dr. Jeff Madison, who was from Autumn Lake, was interning at CBMC. His wife Lisa commuted back and forth with her job at a company called Drummond Enterprises, that was based in the small East Coast town, so Hillary heard news about Morgan from time to time. He loved his job and was seriously dating a close friend of Lisa's that she worked with. Hillary was glad Morgan was happy; he was a good man and he deserved it. And things turned out well for her too, her family had started to heal, though it was a work in progress, especially for her father Randy, who had little life outside his job as a teacher at Covington Bay High School and the time he spent with Hillary and her sisters. But she had found love again, with Evan, who one day she planned to marry. They hadn't set a date, but she knew it would happen eventually, even though things were a little rocky at the moment.

"Is there a reason why you don't want to tell me about the phone call to Chet?" Hillary asked.

"What gave you that idea?" Evan replied, then started to walk away as if the conversation was over.

Hillary kept pace with him. "I asked you why Chet was at the office so late and you’ve made it clear you don’t want to tell me."

"Well, I guess I don’t have any reason to keep secrets from you." Evan stopped and turned to Hillary, a sarcastic smirk on his handsome face. "If you must know I’m having him check out just how Derek Kendall was paroled without anyone in the D.A.’s office or any of his victims finding out about it."

"I see." Hillary nodded. "And what did you find out?"

"That A.J. Lassiter threw his weight around and took some rather extraordinary measures to keep the whole thing hush-hush." Evan spat, disgusted.

“And that surprises you? A.J. already admitted that’s exactly what he did.”

“I know. I just need to know the details so I can ensure that something like this never happens again.”

“Understandable.”

“Sounds like what you think what A.J. was wrong.”

Hillary nodded. “I do.”

“Then you admit you were wrong as well?” Evan asked smugly.

“No, I do not.” Hillary was firm in her resolve. “I don’t see how you can compare my keeping quiet about Derek’s return to Covington Bay to A.J. actively doing everything he could to not only keep it under wraps, but get him out of jail. A.J. has been working on this for months, probably years. I didn’t even know about it until a couple of days ago.”

"That’s a couple of days more than his victims." Evan's tone was accusatory. "You had an obligation to tell what you knew as soon as you knew it."

"You’re an attorney, Evan." Hillary said. "I shouldn’t have to explain the notion of keeping a client's confidentiality to you."

"I don’t happen to think it applies here." Evan returned. "You’re not Kendall’s shrink. Gary is."

"And Uncle Gary happens to be my partner. Legally and ethically, I can no more discuss a patient than he can."

"You're obligated if a patient is a threat and is about to commit a crime."

"There is no evidence that Derek Kendall was about to do anything illegal." Hillary insisted.

"You don’t call hiding his return to town for six months reason for concern?" Evan asked.

Hillary had to admit that was suspicious, but it wasn't illegal. And there was a logical explanation for Derek's actions. "The man was trying to get his life together without being harassed by half the people in this town. And given the reaction to his return he had reason to act as he did."

"And how about his showing up at the Lassiter Estate?" Evan asked sharply. "The people he kidnapped and tried to kill were there, totally unaware of the danger in their midst. Not to mention all the people he vowed revenge on, including me."

"He explained that." Hillary said. "Bennett Catering assigned him to work the party tonight. He had no idea where he was going until he got there. And as soon as he found out he tried to leave."

"So he says." Evan said doubtfully. "I say he was setting up his victims for his next attack."

"Look, Evan, I understand you’re upset." The physiatrist conceded. "You have reason. So do Dr. Dailey and his wife. But the man has served his time and is out on parole now. There’s nothing you can do about it."

Evan's dark eyes were alive with bitterness. "You really think that five years is a fair sentence for stalking, kidnapping and attempted murder? It’s a joke; a mockery of the justice system. Hillary, you were a police psychiatrist. A very good one. You’ve done a lot of work in criminology. Do you really think this man has been rehabilitated?"

"I don’t know." Hillary shrugged. "I couldn’t make any sort of diagnosis without being involved in Derek’s therapy. But, it’s certainly possible that he’s rehabilitated and wants to get on with his life."

"Has Gary has given you any indication on how Kendall is doing?" Evan probed.

"You know if he had, I couldn't say."

"So, we're just supposed to sit around and wonder what he's been doing for the past six months and pray we figure out what he's up to and stop him before it's too late?"

"Maybe he's just trying to find a way to get up in the morning after all he's been through." Hillary suggested. "He has suffered horrible, terrible tragedy."

"I'm really not interested in what that poor man has been through." Evan's voice dripped with sarcasm. "I heard that over and over and over during his trial. And while his suffering is unfortunate, it doesn’t excuse his rather extensive list of felonies. Thankfully the jury didn’t buy into his pity party and put him in jail where he belonged. It just wasn't long enough thanks to A.J.."

"Evan, it's easy to lay this all on A.J., but Derek wouldn't have been released without a thorough review by the parole board, which would've included a psych evaluation." Hillary reasoned.

"And clearly Kendall fooled the prison shrinks and the parole board. But let's propose this. Say Kendall is simply is trying to get on with his life after his past, that he wants to heal his wounds and move on. Why do it in Covington Bay?"

"This is his home."

"How do you figure? He was born in some small town in the South; he and his sister were separated after their parents died and she went to live in Autumn Lake with her foster family. Kendall only came to Covington Bay because he got a job at the Journal after he and A.J. stopped working for that magazine in London. Combine that with being shuffled from foster home to foster home as a kid and his years in the military and he’s bumped around the world his entire life."

"You’re certainly up on the man’s history."

"I ate, breathed and slept that man’s life when he was on trial.” Evan grit his teeth, his eyes thunderous with rage. “So I know his only ties to this town died with his wife and kid and his sister lives in Chicago. Why come back and relive those horrible memories of the past when he doesn’t have to? If he really wanted to move on he’d do it in a place where no one knows him or what he’s done, don’t you think?"

"I don’t have the answers you’re looking for." Hillary was growing weary of this discussion... and Evan's attacks. He was relentless, to her of all people, as if he were going after a felon he needed to convict.

"And as you’ve pointed out, even if you did, you’d keep it to yourself anyway." Evan accused. "Hillary, these misguided ethics of yours are blinding you while this psycho continues to terrorize the Dailey family, not to mention the rest of the people he thinks ruined his miserable life. He’s got a lot of scores to settle with a lot of people; the Dailey’s, me, your uncle Gary. He even threatened his good friend A.J., who helped him get out of jail. He’s had a lot of time to plan his revenge. I looked into this man’s eyes five years ago before he went to jail and tonight in his hotel room. I saw the same cold, vengeful glare. He hasn’t changed; he’s going to hurt a lot of people. And I am going to stop him before he does."

Hillary found herself growing more and more concerned about Evan's ragings. "What are you going to do? He’s out on parole, you can’t change that. And if Derek is as crafty and vengeful as you say, he’s unlikely to do anything to get it revoked."

"You’re right." Evan agreed. "I'm sure he's going to be very careful. But, one way or another, I will rid this town of that man."

Now Hillary knew there was reason to be worried about Evan. She had seen him passionate about a case, it’s how he was about his work, about the law, but never to this extreme. He could be tough and had no qualms about playing hardball when he felt strongly about something. This time, he was practically frothing at the mouth. There was no doubt in her mind that he was not going to make life easy for Derek. In fact she feared he might make it downright unbearable. That wasn't fair to Derek, who had served his time and deserved the right to get on with his life. And if he were still mentally unstable, who knew how he might lash out if pushed?

"Hey, boss." Patrick interrupted the tense moment. "I’ve been looking all over for you. Hello, Hillary."

"Hi, Patrick." Hillary noted the assistant district attorney was still in his tuxedo, except for the bowtie.

"You got my message?" Evan asked.

"Yeah and on my way over I heard the news reports about Danny James on the radio." Patrick shook his head wearily. "I wish I could say I’m surprised that he was stupid enough to try and rob the Lassiter Estate, but having known him all my life, I can say he’s never been the smartest guy in the bunch. I just can’t believe he got Darian involved in this."

“Involved?” Evan’s brows drew together in curiosity. “You don’t think your brother had anything to do with the robbery, do you?”

“Of course not.” The African-American asserted. “Darian is pathetically loyal to Danny, but he’s also pathetically honest. No way would he have anything to do with this. I hope you don’t think he’s part of it.”

“He hasn’t been questioned at this point, but when we do it'll simply be a formality.” Evan assured his co-chair. “I don’t think your brother was involved at all. I was there when Eric pulled those jewels out of that car. Dr. Jackson was genuinely shocked and dismayed at what was found. Don’t worry, we won’t be pressing charges.”

“Good.” Patrick seemed relieved. “Danny James has given this family enough grief over the years. The last thing Darian needs is to get involved in a legal mess.”

“Well, I think your family will be rid of Danny soon enough.” Evan promised. “He’s really in over his head this time.”

“Frankly, I never thought Danny would ever be anything more than a petty thug, but he’s really surpassed by expectations of him.” Patrick sighed. “Burglary is certainly part of his repertoire, but evading arrest, kidnapping, possibly murder if Kevin Lassiter dies. I just didn’t think Danny was that stupid.”

“If he was smart, he wouldn’t be a con in the first place.” Evan snarked. “I wasn’t going to call you until morning, but now that you’re here, you should know that despite taking a bullet to the head James is going to be okay and will probably be released in a day or so. So we should make plans for his arraignment just as soon as he's released.”

As Patrick nodded in agreement, Evan gave Hillary a brief, icy glance. “Hillary, excuse us.”

“Sure.” Hillary replied, but Evan and Patrick were already down the corridor. She wondered how long this was going to go on with Evan. His attitude was the last thing she wanted to deal with after this difficult evening. And she was suddenly feeling very tired. Between what happened with Derek Kendall and nearly losing Monica, all Hillary wanted was a glass of wine and good night’s sleep. She wanted to escort Monica home and get her settled first. Maybe then she could have a little time for herself. As that promising thought crossed her mind, she turned and stopped short, colliding with a very big and very solid body. She looked up, words of apology on her lips, but instead came a gasp.

“Hello, Dr. Sorensen.” Derek Kendall stood inches away from her, his bulky body looming over hers, his nicotine heavy breath was hot on her cheek. “Is there something wrong?”

* * * * * *

Sabrina Collier hated letting people down, especially people she loved. But as she stood outside Nathan James’ fifth floor hospital room, surrounded by Dr. Darian Jackson, Abby Jefferson, Sabrina Collier, Jessica Jackson and Dorthea Jackson (whom everyone called Mama J.), she realized she was going to have to do just that.

Sabrina shook her head regretfully. “I’m sorry, Mama J, but I can’t represent Danny.”

“But why not?” Worry etched itself in the lines of Mama J’s dark, age lined face.

“I just don’t think it would be a good idea.” Sabrina wished there was a quick way out of this conversation, but she knew on this subject there wouldn’t be.

“Sabrina, Danny is in a lot of trouble.” Mama J. said. “He needs a lawyer… a good one.”

“You’re absolutely right.” Sabrina agreed. “He does need a good lawyer. It just can’t be me.”

The slightly overweight elderly woman shook her head, confused. “I don’t understand why you’re saying no.”

Sabrina wanted to avoid getting into her reasons, but she had the feeling she wouldn’t be able to. Mama J. was unlikely to let it go without an explanation. “I – I just can’t do it.”

“But…!” Mama J. stammered.

“Mama J., I think Sabrina has made herself clear.” Jessica interjected, her straight black hair pulled into a tight bun, which served to bring more startling emphasis on her high cheekbones and wide, expressive eyes set in a delicate face the color of a rich, hearty cocoa. “You should just accept her answer.”

“It doesn’t make sense.” Abby snapped with a hostile glare of her coffee colored eyes. “You took Nathan’s case. Why are you turning your back on Danny?”

“It’s not a matter of turning my back on Danny.” Sabrina said. “I was ordered by a judge to take Nathan’s case. And as much as I want to help Nathan and believe in his innocence, it has taken a lot of time and expense.”

“If it’s the money that you’re concerned about, I don’t expect you to work for free.” Mama J. noted.

“Yes, of course we’ll pay you.” Abby offered.

Sabrina appreciated that, but Mama J. had to know Sabrina wouldn't take a penny from her, not after all Mama J. had done for her. In many ways, if it weren't for Mama J., Sabrina wouldn't even be a lawyer. The older woman was like the mother Sabrina never had, which made her position regarding Danny even more difficult.

“Sabrina is a very expensive attorney.” Darian said as if anyone needed reminding. “I don’t think either of you could afford her fees.”

“I can take out a loan.” Mama J. persisted.

“What would you use as collateral?” Jessica asked. “The only thing you have of value is the restaurant.”

“Which is doing very well. “ Mama J. said. “I’m sure the bank would…”

“Mama J., no!” Jessica gasped, as shocked as everyone else at Mama J.’s suggestion. “You cannot risk your business to pay for Danny’s lawyer. Don’t throw away your life because Danny has done the same to his!”

“You must really enjoy kicking someone when they are down.” Abby whirled to Jessica. “Can’t you ever stop badmouthing Danny? At least someone wants to help him when he needs it the most. Aren’t you always the one going on and on about being there for family?”

“Danny James is not a member of this family!” Jessica insisted.

“Really? Is that how you feel?” The teenager pressed. “I guess you must not think I’m a member of this family either.”

“That is different!” Jessica snapped.

And it was, given her long history with Danny James. Jessica had reason for her antipathy towards Danny, very valid ones. Abby didn't know that... few people did. It was best that way. What happened between Jessica and Danny was a can of worms that best remained closed.

“How?” Abby pressed. “I’m no more blood than Danny is. And you’ve known him a lot longer... practically your whole life. I’ve always wondered how you really felt about Mama J. taking me in. I guess now I know.”

“Abby, you know that I care about you.” The high school teacher spoke. “Or have you forgotten hard much I fought alongside Mama J. to see that you came to live with us. Of course you’re family.”

“Look, I’ve made my decision!” Mama J. interjected in a tone that said the subject was closed. “As far as I’m concerned, Danny is as much family as any of my children or grandchildren no matter what his DNA says. And I don’t desert family.”

“Then don’t desert him. Stand by him. Go to his trial and visit him regularly when he’s behind bars for the rest of his life.” Jessica said. “But don’t let him cost you something you have worked your entire life to build! You cannot take that kind of risk!”

“It’s my business to risk!” Mama J. reminded everyone who was in charge of this family.

Darian gripped his grandmother’s shoulders with a pair of hands that were line the ER physician himself; strong, firm and dark skinned. He looked at her with eyes of compassion, his tone soothing and warm. “Mama J., I know you want to help Danny. God knows I do. But you can’t take that kind of chance.”

“Don’t you think we should do all we can?” Mama J. pleaded.

“Help him to do what?” Jessica retorted. “Walk away from what he’s done? There is no way Danny goes free. He stole those jewels, he kidnapped those people, evaded the police, nearly cost Monica Greyhawk her life and maybe got Kevin Lassiter killed. He’s going to do some hard time. You have to face that.”

“But he saved that Greyhawk woman’s life!” Abby’s voice was growing desperate in the face of the difficult reality of the situation. “He went out into that water and rescued her. Doesn’t that mean anything?”

“Yes. It means for once in his miserable life he felt guilty about his actions.” Jessica seethed. “And while he may have rescued her, Danny was the one who put that woman’s life at risk to begin with. He is not the hero.”

“I’m not saying he is, but he’s not completely the villain either.” Abby said defensively with a toss of her black, shoulder length hair that was twisted into rows of braids.

“Abby, you can’t help him.” Jessica insisted. “He’s gone too far this time.”

“Can’t you ever be supportive, just once?” Abby cried.

“I am being supportive.” Jessica nodded. “I’m supporting Mama J. and what’s best for her... what’s best for all of us. There is no hope for Danny, it’s best if we face that now.

“Sabrina, you don’t believe that, do you?” Mama J. turned to the attorney, her tear brimmed eyes beseeching. “There must be something that can be done.”

Being in the middle of this, Sabrina wished she were anyplace else right now. She wanted to be out of these dirty and torn jeans and blue cotton blouse and take a shower, ridding herself of the cloying smoky smell that clung to her like the smudges of soot on her body; her usually perfectly coiffed, obsidian colored hair was wild and unruly. She was tired and drained both physically and emotionally. It had been a hell of a night and it wouldn’t be over for awhile. Having to deal with this wasn’t making it any easier.

“It doesn’t look good.” Sabrina said gravely.

“Nathan’s case didn’t look good when you started working on it.” Mama J. reminded Sabrina. “You didn’t believe he had a chance. You didn’t even believe he was innocent. But now you’re on his side. You know he didn’t do it. And you’re going to prove it.”

“I hope so.” Sabrina concurred. “But the case against Nathan was and is highly circumstantial. That isn’t the case with Danny.”

“So because you don’t think you can win, you won’t take the case?” Abby's voice was heavy with irritation.

“That’s not it.” Sabrina insisted. “Everyone deserves a good defense no matter what.”

“If that’s the case then why can’t you defend Danny?” Abby demanded to know.

“Yes, Sabrina, money isn’t an issue.” Mama J. said. “So what is it?”

Sabrina hesitated, then took a deep breath, realizing she couldn't skirt around the issue. She had to be honest about how she felt. And really, she owed Mama J. the unvarnished truth. “Mama J., it’s not about the money or the time it would take. It’s what Danny has done. He might have cost Kevin his life. And like Danny is with you, that young man is like family to me. I’ve known him all of his life. Kevin, A.J. and Jake were inseparable as kids. Most of all, this is going to devastate Gloria.”

“Oh, God… Glo.” Mama J. brought a trembling hand to her lips. “I hadn’t even thought about her.”

“Kevin became a son to her after his mother died.” Sabrina explained. “You know Gloria is like a sister to me. Combined with my own feelings about Kevin, I don’t think I can defend Danny.”

“But you defended Nathan and Candice was Dr. Dailey’s stepmother.” Abby reasoned.

“You’re right. But again, I was appointed to represent Nathan by the court. And I hardly knew Candice.” Sabrina expounded. “The truth is, if there had been some sort of personal conflict, I could’ve gotten out of it. I even went to Gloria and asked her how she felt about me taking the case. Because she had her doubts about Nathan being the killer, even though I was convinced that he had done it, she was all for it. I don’t think she’d feel that way this time. I’m sorry, I just can’t do it.”

“But…” Abby started.

Mama J. placed a silencing hand on her foster daughter's shoulder. “No, Sabrina’s right. She made her choice. And she has very valid reasons as to why she can’t help just like I have reasons as to why I have to. We just have to accept that.”

“Fine!” Abby spat, throwing her hands in the air. “If she doesn’t want to help, there are other good lawyers in town, aren’t there?”

“Yes, of course there are.” Mama J. said. “Sabrina, you must be able to suggest someone?”

Sabina was delighted there was something she could do. “That’ll be no problem. But I’m not going to let you risk the restaurant. I’ll suggest someone from Covington Bay Legal Aid. There you pay on a sliding scale, only what you can afford. That way you don’t put yourself in financial danger.”

“Yes, but would they be any good?” Abby asked warily.

“The man I have in mind is very good.” Sabrina answered. “His name is Frankie Rios.”

“Rios? Is he related to Grant and Janie Rios?” Darian referred to Dr. Grant Rios, who worked at the Alec Stone Memorial AIDS Clinic and was currently trying to create an AIDS vaccine and his younger sister Janie Rios, a nurse at CBMC.

“He’s their brother.” Sabrina confirmed. “And he’s a very good attorney. I tried to hire him to work for me at Collier and Associates, but he wanted to stay at Legal Aid where he felt he could help people who really needed it. He’ll do everything he can for Danny.”

“This sounds like the perfect solution.” Mama J. sounded as pleased and hopeful as she could be under the circumstances. “When can you call him?”

“Danny will probably be arraigned either tomorrow or the next day, so he should have representation as soon as possible.” Sabrina promised. “I’ll call Frankie right now.”

Mama J. hugged Sabrina gratefully. “Sabrina, you don’t know how much this means to me. I knew you’d come through somehow. You always do.”

“You sure making a phone call won't put you out or offend your moral sensibilities?” Abby crossed her arms in defiance.

“Abby, show a little respect.” Jessica chided. “Sabrina is everything she is able to help.”

“Amazing how it seems to be so little.” Abby sniffed. “So what if she is recommending a legal aid lawyer? We could've done that ourselves by opening the phone book and avoid the bowing and scraping.”

Sabrina had about reached the end of her patience with Abby. It was getting difficult to understand that the young woman was upset and not be offended by her barbs. “Look, I know this isn't what you were hoping for, but trust me, Frankie Rios is good. He will do a wonderful job and Mama J. won't have a big legal fee to pay when it's over.”

Mama J. grasped Sabrina’s hands, squeezing them in gratitude. “Forgive Abby... and me. I didn’t mean to give you such a difficult time, I’m just desperate to help Danny.”

“I understand, Mama J.. You’d do anything for the people you love.” Sabrina knew this from her own experience with her. “And I’m glad I was able to do something for someone I loved. Excuse me while I call Frankie.”

Jessica watched as Sabrina walked away. “Abby, you really should learn a little something about gratitude. Sabrina did everything she could under the circumstances. After all Danny has done to her family, no one would blame her if she refused to help at all."

It burned Jessica that everyone was falling over themselves to help Danny. As if his past crimes weren't enough, he was now a kidnapper, possibly a murderer. She'd like nothing more than for her family to wash themselves of Danny, they would all be so much better off. But they never would. Blood or not, they all considered Danny a member of the family and like Mama J. said, she never deserts family. Jessica wondered how Abby, Darian and Mama J. would feel if they knew everything about Danny, especially Jessica's own ugly history with him. That would have to turn them against Danny for good. But they would never know that history, it was something she swore to keep secret. Only Sabrina and Gloria knew the whole story and they'd never tell and Jessica trusted her sorority sisters with her life. Well, Danny knew but he'd never tell. He had too much to lose if he did. So Jessica was forced to stand by and watch while they supported a man who destroyed everything he touched. Because she could never let the family know about the secret she shared with Danny. He wasn't the only one who could lose everything if the truth came out.

“I've known a few Legal Aid attorneys.” Abby huffed. “They're kids barely out of law school with no experience and too many clients. We need someone good... really good. What about that guy I heard you talking about the other day, Jess?”

“Jason Bennett?” Jessica asked in surprise.

“Yeah.” Abby nodded. “You said he was good.”

“Oh, there’s no question that he’s very good at his job.” Jessica agreed. “But if you recall the rest of that conversation, I said he was a snake for the dirty tactics he used to get Gloria's divorce from Glenn delayed. He's a sleaze who'll do anything to win a case.”

“Great.” Abby said with a smile. “Sounds like the kind of attorney Danny needs. Let's call him up.”

“He's also very expensive.” Jessica added.

“And Mama J. already said she would come up with the money.” Abby reminded Jessica. “If Sabrina can't be bothered to help us, then let's get someone who can.”

“First of all, there's no way we should have anything to do with someone like Jason Bennett, especially since he's working so hard to make Gloria's life miserable.” Jessica’s lips tightened. “And you heard Sabrina; she's getting us a good lawyer. He'd have to be if she would even consider hiring him for her firm.”

“And you don't think she might be saying that just to appease her guilt?” Abby posed.

“Sabrina has nothing to feel guilty about.” Jessica insisted.

“How about abandoning Mama J. when she needs her the most?” Abby accused.

“Sabrina has always been here for this family and you know it.” Jessica spoke firmly. “She's done a lot for all of us, you included. Or have you forgotten how she fought, at no charge, to get you placed with Mama J. after you ran away from home. You know how difficult that was, what you went through, what we all went through.”

"Jess is right." Mama J. agreed. "Lord knows what would've happened to you if not for 'Bree."

"She deserves better than your ungrateful attitude and you know it." Jessica scolded.

Jessica watched as Abby shuddered visibly and took a step back, as if the painful memories of her history were going through her mind at that moment. Of course, could ever forget living through such hell? And fortunately for everyone, Jessica thought, her words seemed to have a silencing effect on the teenager.

“Okay. You're right, you're right. Sabrina is trying to help in her own way.” Abby admitted begrudgingly. “It's just that it's always something. When does this family catch a break? Why have we done to always be on the short end?”

“This family has proven we're survivors.” Mama J’s words were thick with determination. “We'll get through this, Abby, like we get through everything else… together. Now, I want you to get your things and Jessica will drive you home.”

“Why do I have to leave?” Abby asked, surprised.

“Because I know you haven’t finished your homework.” Mama J. said.

“And for that I’ll be glad to drive you home,” Jessica had a knowing smile, “especially since you've been falling behind lately. And there’s no use denying it. I happen to be one of your teachers, remember?”

Abby shrugged with complete indifference. “Oh, it’s not a big deal. I’ll catch up.”

“Soon you’ll be so far in a hole you won’t able to dig yourself out. You’ve made too much progress this year after dropping out of school to ruin it now.” Jessica admonished.

“What if something happens?” Abby persisted.

And yet, Jessica could see that while Abby knew she was fighting a losing battle, she refused to give in. That girl was as stubborn as they come. But then, that wasn't all bad. That stubbornness had seen the girl through a lot of hard times.

“Then we’ll deal with that when the time comes.” Mama J. held up a warning finger as Abby started to protest. “Abby, you know what you have to do. Now do it!”

“Fine.” Abby pouted. “I’ll be right back.”

“That girl has such a chip on her shoulder.” Jessica watched as Abby flounced away.

“Well, after all she’s been through, could you blame her?” Darian queried.

“Yes, but she’s come so far since she came to us.” Mama J.’s voice was rich with pride. “She’s out of that terrible home she grew up in, off the streets and back in school and doing well.”

“And it’s all due to you, Mama J..” Jessica’s eyes shone with love and respect for the woman who had raised her. “Lord knows that girl fought you every step of the way. So, why do you need me to drive Abby home? You’re not going to stay here are you? There’s really no reason for you to stick around.

“Actually, there is.” Mama J. concurred.

“You look worried.” Darian couldn’t miss the concern in the older woman’s eyes. “Is there something else going on?”

“It’s Nathan.” Mama J. said. “I’ve got to talk to him. I have to tell him what’s happened with Danny.”

“Do you think that’s a good idea?” Jessica wondered. “What good is that going to tell him now? The boy is getting a good night’s rest after going through hell tonight. Do you really want to disturb him to bring another crisis down on his head?”

“I agree with Jess.” Darian said. “Why not just wait until morning? A few hours won’t matter much.

“Because it’s all over the news.” Mama J. explained. “And you can bet everyone at this hospital is talking about it. I don’t want him to find this out on television or overhear someone gossiping about it. It should come from us… from family.”

“I suppose you’re right.” Darian’s tone was weary, no surprise given his own difficulties of the evening from his emotionally turbulent encounter with Daphne to watching Danny's life go up in flames. “I’d hate for him to hear this from anyplace else other than us.”

“Exactly. But I don’t know how I’m going to tell him… how I’m going to find the words.” Her voice broke. “Because this is just going to destroy that poor boy.”

* * * * * *

Captain Walter Stone stood in the window, the grim expression on his weathered face as dark as the inky blackness of the warm summer night, his broad shoulders framing the window as well as they filled his crisp tuxedo jacket. As if it weren’t gloomy enough already, black clouds were starting to roll through the evening sky and he was certain he’d heard the hint of a rumble in the air. A thunderstorm was coming. And that wasn’t good news. Usually Walter didn’t mind the rain, liked it in fact, the way it made things so clean, even if ever so briefly. But bad weather was the last thing this city needed tonight. Kevin Lassiter was missing after being in a car that plunged into the Covington Bay River. The police and the Coast Guard were looking for him, but if it started to storm and the weather got really bad, the search would be called off, which would lessen Kevin’s already bleak chances. There hadn’t been a trace of Kevin since that car carrying he, Monica Greyhawk, and Danny James plunged over the side of the Covington Bay Bridge. Monica and Danny had barely survived the incident and they had only been in the river for minutes. The river was rough and only getting worse because of the coming storm. Combined with it being night, well, it just didn’t look good. And that bothered Walter. He didn’t like it when anyone died on his watch and the fact that it was one of this town’s most prominent citizens would only make it a public relations nightmare. And as much as he hated to admit it, this touched him personally too.

It was just a few short hours ago that he’d last seen Kevin in his office at the Covington Bay Police Department. They’d had a vicious, brutal argument similar to many they’d had in the past, about Alec, Walter’s younger brother and Kevin's lover. Alec’s homosexuality and his subsequent illness and death brought about by AIDS and how Walter had reacted to it all had always been a point of divisiveness between the two men. Kevin was angry with Walter for his refusal to accept Alec for who he was and not being there for his brother even in the face of death. It was simple for Kevin to dismiss Walter's behavior as homophobia, but it was much more complicated; things between he and Alec had been more complex than that. There was a lot about the Stones that Kevin didn't know and Walter wasn't about to explain. It wasn't anyone's business other than family. And as far Walter was concerned Kevin Lassiter wasn't, and never had been, family. All he had done, while claiming to honor Alec's memory, was take his great name as an award winning director and ruined it by associating it with shame and embarrassment. By making Alec's death so public and naming an AIDS clinic after him, Kevin had seen to it that people would only remember Alec for how he died, not how he lived or the legacy of his films. For that, Walter would always hate Kevin Lassiter. And when Kevin stormed out of his office earlier today, Walter hoped he'd never lay eyes on him again. But now that it was a possibility, it bothered him more than he'd ever admit --- and for reasons he didn't understand.

Walter turned and spotted Eric Lassiter passing by. He steeled himself for a conversation he didn't want to have, but couldn't avoid and called out to the homicide detective. "Eric." And yet, Eric kept going as if he didn’t hear Walter. More likely was pretending he didn’t. Walter called out again, this time with more urgency.

Eric sighed deeply before turning around. He looked more bedraggled than usual. Tired and scruffy, his dark curly hair was mussed, his jeans and tee shirt were dirty, most likely from tussling with Danny James at the riverbank. “Yeah?”

“We need to talk.” Walter insisted, his square jaw tense, locks of his thinning brown hair falling over his wide forehead as Eric walked into the waiting room.

“Can’t this wait?” Eric snapped. “I’m on my way to question Danny James.”

“You can’t talk to him, not tonight.”

“Why not?”

“I just spoke to his doctor, Jeff Madison.” Walter explained. “He’s going to be fine, but James is still unconscious. He probably won’t be ready for questioning until morning.”

Eric cursed loudly. “Oh that’s just great!”

“I don’t see what the big deal is.” Walter said. “With the security we’ve got on him, he’s not going anywhere.”

“I just want to get to him before my Aunt Sabrina does. I’m sure she’s already concocting some way to get Danny off.” Eric grumbled bitterly. “But, like Nathan, he’s not going to walk away from this. Well, at least they’ll have each other behind bars.”

“If Nathan is convicted for killing Candice.”

“Why wouldn’t he be? The case is against him is strong. He’s not going to get away with it.”

“All Sabrina has to do is create reasonable doubt. I think someone trying to kill Nathan, his lawyer and the detective trying to clear him will help in that defense, especially since they hired Jerry Nyland, a member of the police force, to do the job. Having a dirty cop in the middle of this isn’t going to help matters. You know that sometimes that’s all you need in order to get an acquittal.”

Eric shrugged dismissively, flopping into one of the plush chairs in the waiting room, getting dirt and mud from his clothes and ratty sneakers all over the furniture. “This assassination plot, if it exists at all, lives only in Aunt Sabrina's mind. A jury will never buy that the real killer wanted to silence everyone trying to get Nathan acquitted.”

“How do you think it will sound when she tells a jury that she warned us that Jerry Nyland was behind Nathan's attacks and we blew her off. They might be led to believe Nyland isn't the only dirty cop.” Walter reasoned.

“And it would be just like Aunt Sabrina to insinuate that the police department is out to frame this kid.” Eric mused, rubbing his bristly chin in thought.

“It's been done -- and worked -- before.” Walter noted.

“Look, Aunt Sabrina is like most defense attorneys, which means she’ll do or say anything to clear her client.” Eric smirked. “And you know what liars the Greyhawks are. There’s no reason to believe either of them. They’re making up this whole conspiracy. I’m sure Maitland will make the jury see that.”

“Eric, Lucas Greyhawk may have a reputation for being a little shady,” Walter said. “But Sabrina Collier is professional and unscrupulously honest when it concerns the job. She is not going to lie for a client or suborn perjury.”

“You sound like a fan.” Eric taunted, grinning.

“I’m hardly a fan, you know that. But I know the lady well enough to know that she won’t risk her career for anyone. Besides, the Jefferson Apt. Building did blow up tonight, an assassin did try to kill Nathan right here in the hospital and Nigel Greyhawk and Kevin Lassiter were nearly killed trying to save Nathan’s life. There’s no ignoring what happened here tonight or that it’s going to make convicting the kid difficult.”

“Not if we prove that that what happened tonight wasn’t to silence Nathan, his lawyer or his investigator in order to prevent them from finding the real killer. And we will. I’m willing to bet that this person after Nathan is someone who wants him to pay for murdering Candice. A lot of people think that life behind bars punishment enough for what he did. You know how many death threats that kid has gotten since he was arrested.”

“Yes, I’ve seen the letters he’s received. Nasty, racist stuff.” Walter’s lips curled in disgust. “We really need to find this guy.”

“Of course. If we don’t Aunt Sabrina will just use the specter of a conspiracy to help her case.”

“Finding whoever tried to murder Sabrina, Lucas and James would help, preferably before there's another attack. Nabbing them would remove all speculation about a conspiracy... not mention bringing this nut to justice.”

“I’ll get with Jake and we’ll get on finding this guy first thing in the morning.” Eric rose to his feet, though his breezy tone said to Walter that it wasn’t at the top of his to do list. “Well, I may not be able to talk to Danny James, but I can talk to Darian Jackson, assuming he hasn’t lawyered up already.”

“Why would Dr. Jackson need a lawyer?”

“He was at the Lassiter Estate with Danny. He was in that car with the stolen jewels. We need to take him in for questioning maybe.”

“You really think he's part of this?”

“Dunno, we have to at least look into it.”

“I have a hard time believing that Dr. Jackson had anything to do with that robbery.” The homicide captain thought. “I don’t know that man well, but he’s never been in trouble a day in his life. His reputation is that he’s a straight-arrow. And he seems as shocked as everyone about what’s happened. My instinct is that he was just in the wrong place at the wrong time.”

“Maybe he’s shocked about getting caught.” Eric proposed.

“A possibility, but I don’t think he’s part of this.”

“Okay, say he isn’t. We should at least question the guy if only to strengthen our case against Danny.”

“You’re probably right. But, that’s going to have to wait. There is a reason why I called you over here.”

There was a steely glint in Eric’s dark brown eyes, as if he were expecting trouble. “And what would that be?”

There were so many things they could talk about, Walter thought, like the fact that Eric had managed to disgrace and embarrass the Covington Bay Police Department; first with his racially tinged harassment of Danny James, then his brutal attack on Nigel Greyhawk, both of which made the papers. Beating up Nigel had lost Eric his badge and gotten him arrested. With that, Walter thought he was well rid of him. But Nigel, for reasons Walter didn't understand, dropped the charges forcing the homicide captain to welcome Eric back to the job. But worst of all, Eric was dating Walter's daughter Melissa and had secretly been doing so as far back as Eric's marriage to Monica Greyhawk. Melissa had been babysitter to Eric and Monica's daughter Vicki -- and underage at the time. The whole mess made Walter want to throw up... right after he bashed Eric's face in. Unfortunately he couldn't get into any of that, there were even more pressing matters.

“I need the details of what happened tonight.” Walter pressed.

“Why do you need to talk to me?” Eric seemed genuinely surprised. “Danny James is the one we really need to question and it seems he’s off limits.”

“You’re kidding, right? There’s a man in the hospital suffering from a bullet wound to the head, your ex-wife nearly drowns to death and your cousin could be dead. You can't really be surprised that I’d want to discuss anything with you. You’re going to be filing reports and answering questions for quite some time on this one.”

“Really? The whole matter seems open and shut to me.”

“I know you have a tendency to see things in black and white, Eric, but that is hardly the case here. You shouldn’t have been involved in this situation to begin with.”

“I’m a cop. It’s my job to catch the bad guys. That’s what I did.”

“There was no reason for you to have answered that radio call about the robbery at the Lassiter Estate.” Walter insisted. “You’re a not a patrol cop; you’re in Homicide. There were about a dozen other officers who could’ve been on the scene long before you; they even could’ve intercepted Danny James before he arrived at the hospital, preventing how things turned out.”

“It was my families' house that was robbed.” Eric cried. “You don’t think I should be concerned?”

“Since when did you give damn about your family? I was at the Lassiter Estate tonight; I saw how badly you treated your mother. You were nearly thrown out of the mansion.”

“I didn’t say my relationship with my family was perfect.”

Walter nearly laughed at what could nicely be called an understatement. “Your relationship with your family is toxic. Your being involved in this case has nothing to do with wanting to protect for the Lassiters. It’s about your very personal vendetta against Danny James.”

“I don’t have anything against Danny James except that he’s a career criminal. Luckily, just as he’s added kidnapping and murder to his list of accomplishments, his career is over.”

“And I suppose you’re going to tell me I have you to thank for that?”

“Yes you do. Thing is I warned Danny. He had the chance to avoid all this and he was too stupid to listen.”

“You warned him?”

“Yes, when I saw him at the party I knew he was up to something.” Eric explained. “He was just using working there for his grandmother as an excuse the case the place. I told him he wouldn't get away with anything with me around; that I'd be keeping an eye on him.”

“And yet you didn't.”

“Didn't what?”

“Keep an eye on Danny James.”

Eric looked actually puzzled. “I’m not getting your point.”

“You say you were concerned about Danny robbing the Lassiter mansion, but you didn’t stick around and make sure he didn’t do anything.” Walter pointed out.

“Well, I had to go.” Eric said. “Something came up.”

“And it was so important that you left with a dangerous felon about to strike at any moment?” Walter probed, his tone growing edgy.

“Would you consider Derek Kendall being out of jail something important?” Eric’s question was nearly a taunt. “Seems Kendall was paroled six months ago.”

Walter’s bushy eyebrows drew together in surprise. “That’s impossible. He only served five years. He had another 10 – 15 years left on his sentence.”

“I know that, but I saw him tonight with my very own eyes. He’s a free man.”

“How could this happen without anyone hearing anything about it?” Walter was full of disbelief. “If Kendall went up for parole, the CBPD, the DA’s office, your mother, your step-father.... hell half the damn town would’ve been notified.”

“And all we would have, if not for A.J.’s interference.” Eric grumbled.

“What does A.J. have to do with this?” Walter had the feeling he was going to dread the answer.

“He and Kendall are old friends, you know that. They were fraternity brothers in college and they worked together when they were foreign correspondents in London.”

“So? I assumed any friendship they had was over after Kendall put A.J. on his hit list when he went to prison.”

“Well, they’ve kissed and made up since then because A.J. has spent the past several years doing everything he could to get that freak released early, including pulling every string and twisting every arm possible to keep Kendall’s parole hearing quiet.” Eric explained. “We were all kept in the dark. And without my mom or Glenn, Evan Maitland or any one in the police department there to remind everyone what a dangerous freak Kendall is, A.J. was able to alternately sing the man’s praises and pull out the crying towel to make everyone feel sorry for him because his wife and kid got killed.” Eric explained. “That no doubt made his release a given.”

Walter gnashed his teeth, slamming his fist on his thigh. “Damn that brother of yours! What was he thinking!? Does he realize what he’s done!?”

“He knows exactly what he’s done. And he’s proud of it. I’d be surprised at how smug and superior he acted if I haven't been treated to it ever since we were kids.”

“So A.J has to believe Kendall is no longer a threat to anyone. Everyone, himself included, was terrorized by that man. He wouldn’t have gone through all this if he thought for a second Kendall was dangerous.”

“A.J. thinks he knows what’s best, as usual. But, he’s so full of himself he can’t see that Kendall played him for a sucker. The guy is as dangerous now as he was when he went to jail, probably even more so with the new tricks he’s undoubtedly learned behind bars.”

“Kendall hurt a lot of people and threatened even more. I’d be hard pressed to believe he’s changed. How did you learn he was out? Did A.J. tell you?”

“No.” Eric shook his head. “A.J. said he wanted to keep it quiet for as long as he could while poor Derek got his life together. I found out from Maitland. He spotted Kendall sneaking around at the party.”

“Did you find out what he was doing there?” Walter was alarmed.

“Yeah.” Eric nodded. “After Maitland saw him, Kendall got freaked and ran. So Evan and I tracked him down at his room at the Covington Bay Motel and questioned him. He claims that he was at the mansion because he was working for Bennett Catering. They provided most of the food. He said he hadn’t realized he was going to the Lassiter Estate until he’d already arrived. Once he did, he took off first chance he got because he knew his being there would look bad.”

“Catering, huh? That’s quite a comedown from being one of the top news photographers in the business.”

“Well, a couple of kidnapping and attempted murder charges will put a crimp in the best of careers.”

“Did you check out his story with his employer?”

“I really haven’t had the chance. I’ve been kind of busy with the Danny James case. I’ll talk to the people at the catering company first thing in the morning. But now you know why I left the party.”

“Yeah, and for the moment I’d like to table the topic of Derek Kendall. He’s out and there’s nothing we can do about it… for now anyway.”

“Good.” Eric said, turning to leave. “Then I can get the hell out of here.”

“Eric, I realize you’re in a rush to get working on your next hangover, but there are a lot of questions left to be answered about what happened tonight.”

“What is there left to discuss?” Eric snapped, annoyed. “James committed a crime; I brought him in. I even managed to save my ex-wife’s life in the process.”

“And what about your cousin Kevin?”

“What about him? It’s not my fault he’s dead.”

“You’re giving up on him rather easily.”

“I didn’t like the guy, but I am not rooting for him to die. I’m just being realistic. There’s little chance that Kevin could have survived this long in the river.”

Walter wished he were surprised by Eric’s callousness, but knowing him as he did, he expected no less. “Okay. But I think we need to discuss your role in this.”

“My role consisted of bringing Danny in.”

“Really? You think it's that simple?”

“Of course. You can't be looking to pin any of this mess on me. I didn’t kidnap Kevin or Monica; I wasn’t holding a gun to Monica's head when that car behind the wheel of that car when it went over the bridge.”

“Danny James got your gun and kidnapped two of this towns more prominent citizens. How did that happen?”

“It was bizarre.” Eric shrugged. “I practically had James in cuffs when Monica and Kevin got in the way.”

“How do you mean?” Walter questioned.

“Monica was running from Kevin; she was upset and crying about something.” Eric explained.

“What was it all about?”

Eric threw his hands in the air. “Who knows? Who cares?”

“You don't find that scenario strange?“

“I suppose, but I never really thought about it.” Eric replied. “I don't really much care what my ex-wife or my cousin do. Kevin and Monica being together is only relevant in that Danny James used the distraction to grab my gun and force Monica to get in the car with him.”

“And Kevin? How did he wind up in that van?”

“He thought he’d play hero and he leapt into the back of the van as it took off.”

“And while your cousin was trying to rescue Monica Greyhawk, what were you doing?”

“Kevin's interference could've gotten us all killed.” Eric snapped, growing irritated with this train of questioning. “Trying to rush James was a stupid risk… and a fatal one as it turned out.”

“Because the car wound up in the river.” Walter said pointedly.

“And why do I get the sense you’re blaming me for that?” Eric accused. “Danny James was the behind the wheel of that car, not me. He tried to jump the bridge as it was going up, not me! You think I shouldn’t have gone after them? I shouldn’t have given pursuit?”

“I didn’t say that. I simply asked for clarification.” Walter replied simply, though Eric’s increasing anger was telling him what he really wanted to know. “One last thing…”

“I hope so because I’ve had enough of this. What is it!?”

“The shooting. How did that happen?”

“James was fleeing the scene. I had to stop him. It was completely justified.”

“He was unarmed and you shot the man in the head. That doesn’t sound justified to me.”

“As far as I knew James was armed. He had a gun to Monica’s head; that’s how he got her into that car. I had to assume he still had the gun.” Eric explained. “Look, you think I was looking to save the taxpayers the money on a second James trial? It’s an idea, but it’s not what happened. I know that you would love to get rid of me, but if you think you can use this to do it, you’re going to make a fool of yourself. I did my job, not letter perfect, but with a murderer off the streets and at least one victim alive after the incident, I’m not worried about any inquiries into what went down.”

“You seem to have an answer for everything.” Walter said thinly.

“I do, just not the answers you want to hear.” Eric couldn’t keep the sneer off his face, but Walter thought, he wouldn’t be sneering for much longer.

“Well, until this is officially resolved, I’m going to need your gun... the one you still have that is.” Walter requested. “I wasn’t aware you were carrying a second.”

“It’s not unusual for a cop to carry an extra piece, you know that. But, why do you need it?”

“I don’t have to explain to you that any shooting has to be investigated by Internal Affairs.”

“This shooting was righteous!” Eric shouted, his voice echoing off the walls of the waiting room.

“And if it was, when I.A. questions you in the morning, you can have the gun back.” Walter held out his hand, enjoying this much more than he should. He only wished it were permanent; the shooting was justified and Eric would no doubt be cleared quickly by IA. “In the meantime, I’ll need it.”

Eric pulled the gun from the small of his back and slapped it into Walter’s outstretched hand. “You really think you’re going to use this to get rid of me. Well, it won’t work! I’m not going anywhere. Not today and not like this.”

“Eric… Daddy!” A female voice cried out.

Walter turned to see his daughter standing in the doorway. “Melissa! What are you doing here?”

“What is going on?” Melissa demanded, stalking into the room, her ginger colored eyes blazing. “Why is Eric giving you his gun?”

“Melissa, please!” Walter wanted to calm her down; she seemed to be nearly hysterical, as she often was when it came to Eric Lassiter. “Stay out of this!”

“Daddy, whatever you’re doing, stop it!” Melissa stood between the two men, her slender, petite frame dwarfed by the two bigger men. “You can’t try and kick Eric off the force, you just can’t!”

And with that, Melissa threw herself into Eric’s arms. As disgust burned in Walter’s belly, he realized he didn’t know what was worse, seeing his daughter stick up for Eric, or the smug grin that slid across Eric’s face.

* * * * * *

Monica Greyhawk had never asked for much out of life. She never cared about career pursuits or climbing the business ladder to success. She'd studied literature in college, but more because she loved to read than she wanted to teach or write books of her own. She never had any real plans to do anything with a degree. She knew it was old fashioned, even unheard of these days, and yet her needs and goals had always been simple: a good marriage to a man she loved and lots of children to fill their home with. It was the kind of home she'd grown up in: her father, Randy, then an algebra teacher at Covington Bay High School (now the principal), her mother Molly, gave up her own career as an English teacher (they'd met at CBHS) in order to devote her life to raising her family. The Sorensen house was always full of love and warmth and Monica credited her mother for that. Yes, her father was a good parent, kind and compassionate, but her mother was the primary caregiver, always there to help with homework, attend ballet recitals and play performances. She was deeply involved in the PTA and was a Girl Scout leader. She made dresses and costumes and soothed wounds both physical and emotional. She was a good mother and a loving wife.

Randy and Molly Sorensen were the kind a couple that others envied, deeply in love and openly affectionate, even after years of marriage and four daughters. Things weren't perfect; there were marital and family problems like in every other home. Randy's career and financial difficulties were an ongoing issue, Molly suffered from periodic bouts of depression and Monica and her sisters had their various ups and downs that came with growing up, becoming and being women. But no matter what problem, no matter what crisis, the Sorensens got through it together... as a family. Molly always as long as they had each other they could survive anything. Perhaps that was why losing Molly nearly tore the family apart.

Breast cancer had claimed many lives of the women in Monica's family on her mother's side. Her grandmother had died before Monica was born and she had an aunt, her mother's oldest sister, die when she was a child. So the Sorensen women grew up aware of the dangers of breast cancer and that how you saw that if you had it, it was detected early, which meant regular checkups and breast exams. When Molly Sorensen detected a lump in her breast one morning, she immediately went to her doctor, who assured her that it had been caught early and that a lumpectomy and some chemo would take care of it. And it did. But the cancer kept recurring and spreading, viciously attacking Molly's body, despite all the surgeries, all the chemotherapies and the prayers of the Sorensen family and friends. Molly struggled for several years, in and out of the hospital and several close calls with death. Ultimately though, everyone had to accept and face that it was a battle that couldn't be won. Molly chose not to spend her last days in the hospital surrounded by nurses and attached to monitors, but at home, surrounded by family, recalling and reliving moments both cherished and painful and Molly trying to lead happy lives. And she died as she lived, with her family around her, where she was always the happiest.

Molly's death hit the family hard of course and affected them each in different ways. Angela, for instance, became focused and driven to succeed in law enforcement, burying her grief. Melody, meanwhile, paid tribute to her mother with her work as a surgical nurse and her volunteer time spent at the hospital’s cancer ward. Hillary took on her mother’s role of caring for the family, trying to be everything to everyone, especially Randy, who became so grief-stricken he could barely function. As for Monica, her mother’s death put her in a direction she probably would’ve never otherwise found herself on: her dysfunctional and painful relationship with Eric Lassiter.

Monica wasn’t sure what it was that drew her to Eric. He was certainly good looking in a scruffy, rough hewn sort of way. Since they’d grown up in the same town, she knew who he was, but not well. But what she did know was that he was ill-tempered, generally rude and obnoxious, unfeeling and incredibly selfish, everything she avoided in a person, much less a partner. Her mother’s death, however, had her searching for something, someone to cling to. Maybe that’s why she got involved with Eric in the first place, dated him, slept with him and convinced herself she was in love with him. When she found out she was pregnant, she’d been happy; she was having a baby with the man she loved. Eric wasn’t so happy, blaming her for the pregnancy, insisting she take care of it, insinuating that it would be over if she didn’t. Monica had been shocked by his cruelty and was so in love with him that she actually considered ending the pregnancy just to hold onto her man, even though her family urged her to forget him and consider raising the child alone (though Angela felt she should abort the child and dump Eric as well). Before she could make a decision, however, Eric suddenly came around, professing his love, proposing marriage, promising to be a good father and husband. She didn't know what had happened to cause his sudden turnaround, but she didn't care. All she knew was that he loved her and wanted to be a family. So they, at Eric’s insistence, married quickly at City Hall. She hadn’t told her family about it until it was too late and they’d been hurt and dismayed (not to mention horrified that she’d married Eric) she’d made such a monumental decision without at least telling them. Monica had regretted her family not being at her wedding, but she’d been so swept up in Eric’s proposal she’d hardly had time to think. In the end, she wished she had given it at least a moments thought.

His indifference to her and their unborn child happened almost immediately. He made a point of not being home most of the time, either finding things to keep him at work or simply not coming home. If she asked where he’d been, it was reason for him to fly into a rage and storm out. He drank heavily and she couldn’t recall the number of times she saw him drunk or recovering from a hangover. There were other women, many of them (one of she now knew, was Melissa Stone, their underage babysitter), and he never really tried to hide it. And once Vicki was born, it only got worse and amplified his bad behavior. She tried everything she could to make a nice home for him, make him want to have a life with she and their child. But he simply wasn’t interested. And never had been. Given that, Monica didn’t get why he’d married her in the first place. But she wouldn’t leave. As far as she was concerned, you fought to make your marriage work and that was what she was going to do. It wasn’t until Eric threw her and Vicki out, telling her he’d had enough, that he wasn’t going to take it anymore, that she realized that she had to give up and let go.

The problem was, she didn’t know what came next. She was ashamed to go crying home to her family; they had warned her time and again that Eric would only hurt her and the marriage was a mistake. She was too embarrassed to admit they’d been right. And yet, she had no place else to go. She had little money of her own, no job and no job skills. She couldn’t even support herself. She’d dropped out of college during her mother’s illness so she could spend more time with her and help with her care. And while her mother had encouraged her to return to school someday, that never happened, not once Monica got involved with Eric. So she found herself in a hopeless situation. At least she had thought it was hopeless. That all changed the day she met Nigel Greyhawk.

She’d never forget him coming up to her when she was sitting on a park bench, crying like a fool over the stupid choices she’d made, holding out a handkerchief, asking if she were all right. Before she knew it, she was spilling her whole sad tale to him and he sat there, listening, nodding in concern and when she was finished, he held out his hand and he’d do whatever he could to help her. And he had kept that promise, helping her find a job, a place for she and Vicki to live and just being a friend. That was little more than two years ago, two years in which she’d fallen in love with and married Nigel. It had been the best two years of her life. She and Nigel had made a good home, a good life and had planned for the future together. He was kind, decent and loving. He wanted a family and he wanted to be the best father he could possibly be. Monica wanted nothing more than that life with Nigel. And now she had to accept that she’d probably never have it.

Sitting on what had been his bed at Covington Bay Medical Center, she looked at the handwritten note she held, written in Nigel’s bold scrawl. It simply ‘I’m sorry’. And Monica knew what it meant. He’d gone to find Kevin Lassiter, to if possible, rescue him from the murky waters of the black waters of the Covington Bay River, and bring him home. But it was more than that. Monica knew that Nigel was telling her that it was Kevin he wanted to be with, it was Kevin he wanted to spend his life with and if Kevin was alive, they would be sharing the life they always should have. Nigel had always been honest with Monica about his sexuality and his history with and feelings for Kevin. She’d known before she’d married him. But Nigel had insisted that part of his life was over, that he loved her and that he wanted a life with her. Monica believed him and knew it was what Nigel wanted as well. Yet, she soon had to accept what Nigel no doubt had. He could no longer deny who he was and what he wanted. Monica had always told Nigel that if he had decided he wanted to be with Kevin or any other man, she’d let him go with a struggle, without tears and histrionics. She couldn’t promise there’d be no tears, but she would let him go. He’d given her so much, the kind of love she'd always wanted that she owed him keeping her promise. All she wanted now was for him to find Kevin and come home safe, even though she knew it would be the end of her marriage.

"Monica?" A harsh voice intruded on Monica's thoughts, startling her. She looked up to see Quentin, his imposingly bulky frame filling the doorway. "What in the hell is going on here?"

"What do you mean?" Toying with the stiff fabric of the blue hospital scrubs she wore, which had been given to her because her designer gown had been ruined after her near fatal plunge in the Covington Bay River, Monica wondered if she sounded as nervous and frightened as she was.

"Where’s Nigel?" Quentin's words were more of a demand than a question.

Monica pulled a shaky hand through her rich auburn hair as she turned from Quentin's piercing glare, her mind a jumble of thoughts. What did she do? She certainly couldn’t tell Quentin the truth, that Nigel had left his hospital bed to find Kevin Lassiter, the man he’d been in love with since high school. Nigel's sexuality and his feelings for Kevin were something he'd endeavored to hide his entire life, and Monica wasn't about to change that. Though it seemed that given his actions, Nigel didn’t care who knew the secret he’d been hiding for so long. And despite that realization, which made Monica question the future of her marriage and caused her unbelievable pain, she still couldn’t betray her husband. She would, as always, protect him.

"Monica, what in the world is wrong with you?" Quentin's tone was as sharp as the crease in the slacks of the tuxedo that was expertly tailored to fit his big, powerful frame perfectly. It was as if he was born for such elegant, sophisticated clothing. "I asked you a simple question. Where is Nigel?"

"He’s not here." Monica was stalling desperately and felt like an idiot for stating the obvious.

"I can see that. But where is he?" Quentin wore an annoyed expression, but the look in his silver hued eyes, which matched the flecks in his full head of salt and pepper colored hair, quickly changed to panic. "Oh my God! Has he had a relapse? Has he gotten worse!?"

"No… no. He’s fine." Monica quickly assured her father-in-law. The relief on the older man's handsome face was visible, his broad shoulders relaxed slightly. "He’s fine. Nothing has happened regarding his health.

"Then why isn’t he here when he should be resting?" Quentin then saw the open closet door, which had once held Nigel’s clothes. It now had empty hangars. "Nigel’s clothes. They’re gone. Has he left the hospital? I thought he wasn’t be released until morning."

"That’s true." Monica was still searching for the right words.

"But clearly he’s already left. Was he well enough to do so? And if he’s left the hospital, why are you still here? Why didn’t you go home with him?"

"Quentin, will you stop badgering me with all these questions?" Monica cried.

"And would you give me an answer to one at least of them?" Quentin lashed. "You’ve done nothing but stammer and stare since I got here. You’re obviously hiding something and I want to know what it is."

"I’m not hiding anything." She squeaked.

Monica realized she still had Nigel’s note, in her hand. She couldn’t let Quentin see it. It wouldn’t explain everything, but it might set him down a trail of thought she didn’t want him going on, especially since he already had enough suspicions. Despite herself she clutched it tighter in her hand… and Quentin noticed.

"What is that?" Quentin's gaze rested on her closed fist.

"What?" Monica knew Quentin thought little of her already and now he must see her as a complete idiot. Though what she was is a really bad liar.

"Monica, I’m getting really weary of this game you’re playing!" Quentin's sharp tone lashed at her senses. "That piece of paper in your hand! What is it!?"

"Nothing!"

"Then let me see it!"

Monica shook her head in defiance as Quentin held out a meaty hand. "No. It doesn’t concern you. Not everything is your business."

"When will you realize that anything that involves my son involves me? In fact, I'd bet everything that has gone on tonight is something I should know about. There’s your bizarre reaction to finding out that Nigel and Kevin Lassiter were together when you proclaimed the end of your marriage. And after we hear about Nigel and Kevin nearly being killed by an assassin and we come here, we find my son and Kevin in a very heated discussion and the three of you are acting very strange and secretive. Then I find you and Kevin having a knock down drag out that upset you so much that you take off and wind up getting kidnapped and nearly killed by Danny James. And now this. Nigel is gone. You looked panicked. It seems to be a pattern. Now clearly that piece of paper contains vital information. Give it to me."

"How many times has Nigel told you to stay our of our marriage? He threatened to walk out of your life forever because of your interference. Do you really want to risk that? Do you want to lose your son?"

"Monica, give me that piece of paper. Don’t make this worse than it already is. I’ll find out the truth one way or another. I always do." Quentin began to slowly approach her, menace pouring off of him. "Give it to me!"

Her heart racing wildly, Monica shrank away from him. "Quentin!"

"Dad, stop it!" Monica and Quentin looked to see Lucas standing in the doorway. "Stop it… now!"

Quentin whirled to his second child. "Lucas, stay out of this!"

"I can’t… not when it looks as if you’re about to attack a woman half your size." The private detective, whose thickly muscled frame outweighed his father by several pounds and a few inches, shook his head.

"You don’t understand what is going on here! Nigel is gone!" Quentin said in a mix of rage and fear.

Lucas's slate blue eyes searched the room, then came to rest onto the empty closet. "Gone, huh?"

"Yes. He’s left the hospital and she won’t say why." Quentin's tone was one of utter contempt. "She is hiding Nigel’s whereabouts. We have to find out where he has gone."

"Dad, take it easy." Lucas held up his hands.

"Take it easy?" Quentin responded in disbelief. "How can you say that? There is obviously something gone on with Nigel and she is keeping it secret. He has been through a hellish day and nearly died tonight. He just up and vanishes and you don’t want to know why?"

"I just think it's best if we leave this alone." Lucas suggested with a shrug of his broad shoulders, which strained the limits of the tight black tee shirt he wore.

“How can you be so calm about your brother getting up and leaving his hospital bed? You're acting as if...” Comprehension washed over Quentin mustached face. “Wait a minute. Do you know where Nigel is? Well, do you?”

Lucas paused a beat. “Yes, I do.”

Monica gasped, her heart threatening to burst from her chest. “Lucas! No!”

“Then you tell me where he is.” Quentin insisted.

“I don't know.” Lucas looked conflicted, torn. “Maybe...”

Monica had to stop Lucas. She wasn't sure if or how he knew the truth, but she couldn't let him say anything just in case. “Lucas, you can't do this! If Nigel wanted your father to know he would've told him before he left.”

“Monica, I realize you're just trying to protect your husband and that's commendable, but we probably shouldn’t hide this from Dad.” Lucas reasoned. “He might be a meddler, but he's still Nigel's father.”

“Lucas, is your way of supporting me?” Quentin said tersely.

“It's the best I can do right now.” Lucas’s reply was laced with bitterness.

“Lucas, please!” Monica begged, feeling the earth fall from underneath her. “You can't do this!”

“Trust me, it's for the best.” Lucas reasoned. “Dad should know exactly where Nigel is… and why.”

* * * * * *

A man on a mission, though one he wasn’t looking forward to, A.J. Lassiter moved rapidly down one of the many winding corridors of the Lassiter Estate. As he came to the intersection, he stopped short, barely avoiding a collision with Det. Jake Collier. Both men, though they were hardly in the mood for celebrating, wore tuxedoes. Jake was a couple of inches taller than A.J.’s height of six feet. Where A.J. was lean and lanky, Jake was thicker and more powerfully built.

“Jake!” A.J. gasped. “I’m sorry. I guess I wasn’t paying attention to where I was going.”

“A.J., it’s okay. How are you?” Jake gently gripped his lifelong friend’s arm, then grimaced as he realized what he’d just said. “Stupid question. I can only imagine how you are. This has got to be pretty tough.”

"It is. But, wipe that sad look off your face, Jake. I know it looks bad, but Kevin is out there. He’s alive and waiting for us to find him." A.J.'s brown eyes, which nearly matched the shade of his close cropped hair, were alive with hope.

“A.J., you don't know how much I hope that's the case.” Jake wished, curls of his thick black hair falling over his forehead. "Look, why don't you and I have a cup of coffee or something? I'd suggest something stronger, but I'm still on duty."

"Thanks, but no.“ A.J. declined. "I'm actually looking for Patty. Have you seen her?"

“No, not in awhile.” Jake looked surprised at the question. “But I’m sure she’s somewhere around here hanging on Jack Rios' arm.”

“No doubt.” A.J. frowned distastefully at the thought of the columnist of the Covington Bay Times. A.J. didn't get why Patricia was hanging out with that right wing jerk, though right now he didn't much care. He had other issues to discuss with her.

“Why are you looking Patricia.? I’d think with all the trouble she’s caused she’d be the last person you’d want to see, especially now.”

“I wish that were the case," A.J. sighed. "But unfortunately, I have to talk to her.”

"Why?" Jake asked.

A.J. knew he couldn't tell Jake he was about to risk he and Patricia's life in some sick cat and mouse game with someone claiming to have murdered Candice and was threatening to kill another innocent if A.J. and Patricia didn’t come after him and try to stop him. Jake would only want to help and police involvement would cancel the whole thing. And selfishly, A.J. felt he'd worked too hard to get at the truth behind Candice's death to let anyone else solve the case now. Yet, he wondered if this mystery man was Candice’s killer. After all, someone had tried to kill Nathan, Sabrina and Lucas tonight in order to stop their investigation into Candice’s murder. Whoever that was seemed to be the more viable angle to pursue. Unless these two were somehow tied together? A.J. didn’t think so.

Whoever was calling him, A.J. sensed that person had nothing to do with the murderous events that took place at the hospital tonight. But if his caller was a phony, why was he doing this? And if he really had killed Candice, who was behind the assassination attempts on Nate, Sabrina and Lucas tonight? This case was getting more and more complicated, A.J. thought. Sometimes the damn thing just gave him a headache. That went nicely with the bullet wound he was still recovering from after getting shot the other night. He wished he could just forget this meeting with this strange caller and go on with his original intent to join the search for Kevin. But he couldn’t. The caller was demanding to meet in a couple of hours and it could possibly take that long just to get to the rendezvous point, which was quite frankly, in a very unusual place. Yet, A.J. had every intention of going. He couldn’t risk losing this chance to catch Candice’s killer, not to mention saving another life that was threatened. A.J. wondered if this life at risk was someone he knew, someone close to him, someone he loved. A.J. didn’t think so; he believed the caller would’ve said so in order to insure his involvement. At least, A.J. hoped that theory was correct. His loved ones were already in enough danger. But it didn't matter who it was, A.J. felt duty bound to rescue them.

“I guess you want to tell her about Kevin.” Jake theorized. “I know she's been away for all these years, but she grew up with him too. She’s going to be very upset about this.”

A.J. realized he hadn’t thought about how Patricia would react to Kevin’s disappearance. She and Kevin had never been particularly close, but since they’d grown up in the same house they were friends, no doubt she would be upset. A.J. dreaded having to deliver this news. He had never had any patience for Patricia when she was upset. She could be so melodramatic. But deal with it he would. Like it or not, Patricia was family. And A.J. didn’t turn away from family. No matter how maddening they could be.

“Yeah, I’d like to tell her about him before she hears from someone else.” A.J. went along with the notion.

“You have the patience of Job when it comes to that woman, you know that?”

“Meaning?”

“She sweeps into town, tells your girlfriend that she’s your wife because of a drunken night ten years ago, then takes a job at a rival newspaper to compete with you. And you’re still concerned about her. You’re a better man than me, my friend."

"We all have our crosses to bear." A.J. shrugged. “Anyway, I better find mine. Excuse me.”

“Actually, A.J.,” Jake touched A.J. on the shoulder to prevent him from leaving. “I need to talk to you.”

Something was up, A.J thought. Jake's expression was very serious. “It's not about Kevin, is it?”

“No, it's about your brother.”

A.J.’s lips thinned. “Jake, I really don’t want to talk about Eric, especially now.”

“Look, I know you and Eric have issues…” Jake began.

“That's the understatement of the year, Jake." A.J. snorted. "Eric and I don’t have issues, we have volumes. And I don’t feel like thumbing through those pages right now. If it weren’t for Eric, Kevin might be here now.”

“How do you figure that? Danny James kidnapped Monica and Kevin. Not Eric.”

“Yes, but Eric didn’t even look for Kevin. He didn’t even try. He was only concerned with catching Danny.”

“Which is his job. The man was an escaped, armed and dangerous felon. It was Eric’s duty to capture him.”

“What about his duty to protect the innocent? Danny James rescued Monica. He was going to go back into the water and rescue Kevin, but Eric stopped him.”

“We can't be sure of what James was going to do; Eric did the right thing.” Jake was speaking as a cop. “I know that you’re upset about Kevin, but you can’t believe that Eric should’ve done anything to let Danny go. I know that Eric and Kevin didn’t get along, but you’ll never convince me that Eric wanted his own cousin dead.”

“Talk about having the patience of Job.” A.J. laughed bitterly. “Why do you keep making excuses for my brother? I'd think you would've had enough after everything that's happened.”

“A.J., I don’t want to debate this with you. What I have to talk about is too important.” Jake insisted, then paused. “This can't wait any longer than it has.”

“Get on with it.” A.J. insisted impatiently.

“Remember the other day when Eric stopped by your place?” Jake questioned.

“Of course I remember.” A.J. snarled, recalling the encounter. “He was kind enough to drop by my apartment and congratulate, I mean, taunt me about my marriage to Patricia. He got me so upset we got into a fight. I took a swing at him... a habit with my little brother it seems. What about it?”

“Have you talked about that day with Eric since then?”

“No. Why would we?”

“Damn it!” Jake slapped a meaty fist in his palm. “I should've never trusted him! Eric promised me he'd tell you about this himself, but clearly he hasn't.”

“Told me what?” Dread began to bubble in A.J.'s mind. "Just spit it out, Jake!"

“Eric found a…” Jake began.

“There you are, A.J..” A voice cut Jake’s words short. “I’ve been looking all over for you.”

A.J. turned and was stunned to see Victor Markham standing a few feet away. A.J. noted the surprised look on Jake's face as well. It wasn’t everyday the town’s rumored mob figure paid you a personal visit. He was an imposing presence, a tall and well built man for his fifty-plus years, his voice deep and rumbling, his slightly thinning hair a perfectly coiffed silver and impeccably dressed in a tuxedo. Behind him stood a rugged looking, well built blond man, who also cut quite a figure in his tuxedo, though he looked as if he flexed a muscle he'd pop the seams of the clothing. His imposing stance said that he was ready for any physical attack and was more than able to deal with any threat. But then that's what a bodyguard was supposed to do.

“Victor?” A.J. stared at the man in wonder.

“I hope I’m not interrupting anything, A.J.” Victor apologized.

“What are you doing here?” A.J. asked suspiciously. “You just happened to drop by?”

“Hardly.” Frost dripped from Victor’s deep throated voice, his blue eyes narrowing into slits. “Like many of the major contributors to various charities in this town, my wife Andrea and I were invited. She was unable to attend; she recently gave birth to our son and she’s not quite at the stage when she’s willing to leave him. But I felt I should at least put in an appearance.”

“I see.” A.J. wasn’t quite sure if he bought the explanation. “Jake, do you know Victor Markham?”

“Only by reputation.” Jake’s gaze was cool as he eyed the alleged mobster.

“Victor, this is a good friend of mine, Det. Jake Collier.” A.J. introduced.

“Nice to meet you Det. Collier.” Victor greeted Jake with a friendly smile, one that made Jake even more wary of the man. “You’re with Homicide, correct?”

“Yes.” Jake's response was wary. He was no doubt wondering how the man knew anything about him.

“I’ve heard quite a bit about you, young man.” Victor went on to say. “Apparently, the city is lucky to have an officer like you on the force.”

“Uhh.... thanks.” Jake looked even more wary and A.J. didn't blame him. What was this man’s game?

Victor turned to A.J. "A.J., I’ve been meaning to get back to you about your request to write a story about my plans for the waterfront. Do you have a few minutes so we could talk?”

“Sure.” A.J. nodded, going along with Victor's story. "Jake, could you excuse us?"

“A.J., I…” Jake began. He was probably uncomfortable with the idea of A.J. going off with Victor. Or maybe he wanted to tell A.J. the news about Eric. Since Jake seemed to think it was urgent, A.J. wanted to hear it, but it was going to have to wait.

“I’ll catch up with you later.” A.J. promised, motioning Victor towards an open door, leading to the main library. “We can talk inside.”

"Wait here." Victor ordered his bodyguard, who nodded and positioned himself at the door. Victor then turned back to Jake. “Again, nice meeting you, Det. Collier.”

“You too, Mr. Markham.” Jake said thinly as A.J. ushered Victor into the room, closing the door behind them.

"A.J., I realize your family is going through a difficult time, so I won't keep you." Victor promised. "I understand a relative of yours was in a terrible accident."

"Yeah, my cousin Kevin." A.J. replied.

"I’m sorry for your loss." Victor said. "You were quite close, weren’t you?"

"We *are* quite close." A.J.'s dark eyes flashed with determination. He couldn't tolerate anyone speaking of Kevin in the past tense. "I’m certain Kevin will be found alive any moment now."

"Of course." Victor sounded doubtful.

"Your sudden visit is a surprise." A.J. changed the subject.

"I guess we should’ve kept in closer contact," Victor confessed. "But we're both busy men so you must understand that there always seems to be a distraction of some sort. I hope you didn’t think I’d forgotten what we discussed the other night."

"Hardly. One doesn't forget being taken away at gunpoint." A.J. said dryly.

"I’ve apologize again for my employee's over zealousness the other night." Victor offered. "I stressed how important it was that you and your wife come to see me and I think they got a little intense."

"To put it mildly. But why are you here now? Does this visit have something to do with you wanting Patricia and I to work with you to catch Reilly and Slade? You want to talk about our little alliance?"

"Actually, I’m here to end it. I feel we should dissolve our partnership."

"What?" A.J. wasn't expecting to hear that. "But why? I thought you wanted to track those guys down with me so you could prove that you had nothing to do with the drug deals they were involved in?"

"I did. My reputation has been blackened for far too many years with suspicion and innuendo, despite the fact I run many legitimate businesses and do a lot of good things for this community. I looked for the opportunity to clear my name."

"And now you’ve changed your mind?"

"Actually, it was changed for me." Victor pulled a small section of a newspaper from his jacket pocket and handed it to A.J. "This will make things clear."

A.J. looked at the paper, then up at Victor, taken aback. "Oh my God."

* * * * * *

"Natalie, I’m sorry about what’s happened.” Det. Jake Collier said to Natalie Lassiter as they entered the Blue Room. "And I wish I could hold off on these questions, but I need to talk to you about the robbery. "

Jake was going to wait outside the library for A.J. so he could finally tell A.J. about the bug Eric had found in his apartment. A.J. should've been told about it right away, but Eric had obviously been lying when he'd promised Jake he'd tell A.J.. Jake didn't know which bothered him more, that Eric had played him for a sucker or that Jake had let himself be played. Eric had done it so many times Jake would think he'd of learned by now. But Eric was like family and Jake couldn't help but give him chance after chance. Jake told himself it would be the last time. Somehow though he knew it wouldn't be. At any rate A.J. would know the truth just as soon as he finished with Victor Markham. And Jake would have a few questions about that too; he had the feeling that whatever A.J. was doing with the crime boss, it wasn't good.

Jake wondered if A.J.’s involvement with Victor had anything to do with his nearly being killed by those drug dealers a few nights ago. There were rumors they were working for the alleged mob boss. Just rumors of course, no hard evidence. But there never had been with Victor Markham, which is why the man was still walking free. Could A.J. be trying to get evidence on Victor through the ruse of writing a story about him? Victor had mentioned A.J. was doing one on him. But, certainly Victor wouldn’t be foolish enough to let A.J. get so closely to him in order to gain evidence. No, there was something else going on, Jake felt, though he couldn’t imagine what it would be. Jake didn’t have a good feeling about it though. A.J. could be getting in over his head… again. In the meantime, Jake did have work to do regarding the robbery on the Lassiter Estate. Talking to Natalie was a good place to start.

"No, I understand, Jake." Natalie's wavy hair, which brushed her shoulders, had the hues of toasted ginger. "I just pray that Kevin comes home safe. Barton's devastated at just the possibility of losing his son."

"Is he?" Knowing Barton Lassiter as he did, Jake couldn't help but doubt that.

"Look, I know that things haven’t been good between he and Kevin for a very long time, but he was trying to repair things between them." Natalie must've read Jake's dubious expression. "He had just started working to make things right between he and Kevin. And to lose him, like this, before he even gets a chance..."

Jake wondered how hard Barton were trying given the very public outburst he’d had had over Kevin's and Dr. Gary Sorensen dancing together in the ballroom. Having a gay son couldn't be an easy thing to deal with. Jake could understand Barton's unease. Jake had known Kevin all his life and loved him like family. As an only child, Jake had been grateful to have A.J., Eric and Kevin as his surrogate brothers, though admittedly he and Kevin weren't as close as they once had been. Jake had gotten immersed in his career as a homicide detective and Kevin was busy, first with his writing career and after that was over, then with Lassiter Pharmaceuticals. But most of all, during Alec Stone's long illness Kevin devoted so much of his life to the care of his lover that he had drifted away from most of the people in his life, including A.J., who'd been living and working in London during that time.

But, if Jake were honest with himself, he’d admit that he was just using excuses. Since Alec died, Kevin had re-established his other drifting relationships, yet he and Jake hadn't reconnected and Jake had never made a real effort to change that. In fact, tonight at the party was the first time he and Kevin had conversation lasting more than a few minutes in a long time. Jake had to acknowledge that the real reason behind he and Kevin's distance was that he had a certain discomfort with Kevin's being gay. Jake certainly didn't hate Kevin, landing somewhere between A.J.'s total acceptance and Eric's blatant disgust. Jake didn't know why he felt this way, he just did. He had never been proud of how he felt and now, with Kevin missing, he felt particularly ashamed. He hoped Kevin never deduced how he felt. But Kevin was no fool and probably did, which is probably why he had never really done anything to bridge the gap between them. And that made Jake even more ashamed.

Maybe that's how Barton felt. Could losing his son finally make Barton realize he loved Kevin and had treated him horribly for years? At any rate, there was no doubt that Natalie was upset. The woman was nearly in tears. Jake pulled a handkerchief from the pocket of his tuxedo and handed it to her.

"I’m sorry, this isn’t why you’re here, is it?" Natalie took the handkerchief and dabbed at her puffy red eyes. "You said you had some questions?"

"I do." Jake said. "Where is your husband? I’d like to talk to you both."

"Do you really have to involve Barton? He’s very upset and I suggested he lie down for awhile." Natalie wore a peach off the shoulder top with a paisley print. The skirt, a shimmery satin, was pleated and went down to her ankles. A scarf that matched the color and material of skirt was draped around her neck. "I should be able to answer any questions you might have."

"Okay," Jake was having a hard time believing Barton was so devastated; he was not a man who usually gave into his emotions, but maybe Natalie was right about his wanting to reconcile with his son. "But I will need to talk to him at some point."

Natalie nodded. "Of course."

"You looked into the safe after it was dusted for prints." Jake began. "Do you know what was taken?"

"The only thing seems to be missing is jewelry that Barton has given me since we were married. I can come up with a list if you’d like."

"That would be helpful." Jake nodded. "How do you think Danny got into the safe?"

"I assume he listened to the tumblers or used some sort of electronic device to break in. Isn’t that what safecrackers do?"

"Yes, but that safe is rather sophisticated, top the line, actually."

"Of course," Natalie noted. "My husband wouldn’t have anything less."

"What I mean is that it isn’t the kind of safe that could be cracked say, with a stethoscope pressed up against it like you see in bad movies." Jake explained. "It could be done through electronic means, but that sort of equipment is expensive. And, it takes a certain kind of know how to be able to use it."

"And you're wondering where would someone like Danny get that sort of money or expertise?" Natalie wondered, then pauses for a moment. "Now that you mention it, knowing Danny as I do, I’m having a hard time seeing where he’d get access to either."

Jake was puzzled by Natalie's observation. "You say that as if you know Danny James." He couldn't imagine where they had crossed paths.

"I've known Danny for most of my life. We grew up in the same neighborhood, just a few blocks from one another." Natalie reported.

"You're from Southtown?" Jake was a bit surprised to hear that.

"Yes, I certainly wasn’t born into this kind of affluence." Natalie took a glance around the lavish surroundings.

"I guess I just assumed otherwise. I guess you never really know, do you?” Jake mused. “Were you and Danny friends?"

"Not really. We just knew a lot of the same people." Natalie explained.

"So you're familiar with his criminal history?"

"Yes. Danny has always been in trouble, but it's always been petty stuff, certainly nothing like what he did tonight. I guess what they say about learning new skills in prison is true."

"But if he did use some sort of electronic device to crack the safe, it wasn’t found on him or in his van."

"Maybe he got rid of it. It might be somewhere here on the estate or he might have ditched it after he left here."

"If that’s how he got into the safe."

"How else could he have? No one knew the combination but me and Barton. In fact, half the time I didn’t know it."

"I don't understand."

"Barton was very worried about security and about being robbed. He changed the combination so often that I had trouble remembering it. I wrote it down on a piece of paper and kept it in my…" Awareness washing over her face, Natalie gasped, her eyes widening with horror. "Oh my god. This is all my fault."

"How do you mean?" Jake asked.

"I kept the combination written down and I kept it in a drawer in the bedroom. Danny must’ve found it and that’s how he got into the safe. How could I have been so foolish?!" Natalie's hand trembled as she slumped onto a blue damask sofa. "Kevin and Monica… I did this to them. This is my fault. If Kevin dies, I’m to blame. How am I going to tell Barton? How can I tell him I did this to his son?"

"Natalie, this is not your fault." Jake sat next to her, gently squeezing her shoulder in comfort. "You were robbed. You’re the victim. You can’t blame yourself."

"But Barton warned me over and over about how risky it was to write down that combination." She murmured. "He said it was just asking for trouble. He was right."

"And how do you think Danny knew the combination would be there? Has he been here, in this house, before?"

"No, I'm pretty sure he hasn't."

"Then how would he know where your room is, not to mention that you kept your jewels there."

"I don’t know, but he must’ve found out somehow." Natalie’s voice was distant as she became lost in her guilt.

"Someone had to tell him." Jake surmised, determined to keep her on track so he could finish his questioning. "It’s highly unlikely that he would have found your room and stumbled across the combination, which just happened to give him access to all those jewels all by accident. This is a house full of valuables. There are any number of things he could have taken much easier than burglarizing your room."

"You think this was a inside job?” Natalie was aghast. “That someone in this house told Danny where my room was, where to find the combination and that those the jewels were there? I can’t imagine who would do such a thing."

"You do have a rather large staff." Jake observed.

"Yes, but many of them have been with the family for years and when we do hire new staff they go through a stringent screening process. I just can’t see them stealing from us."

"Well, it’s not a nice thing to think about, that’s for sure. But it makes a lot more sense than him coming across all this by accident. You may not realize this, but your staff probably sees and knows a lot more than you might think. It wouldn’t be hard for them to know about where you keep the combination and what’s in that safe."

"I suppose you’re right," Natalie admitted reluctantly. "but I just don’t want to believe that any of the staff could betray the family like that."

"These things happen, Natalie." Jake said regretfully. "It's an avenue we'll have to follow."

"Are you going to have to question the staff?" Natalie worried. "I really would hate to put them through that suspicion and humiliation unless there is some real proof."

"Actually, at this point, it would probably be more practical to talk to Danny James first, get the answers directly from him and see if he had help. After I speak to him, we’ll take it from there."

"Thank you. I appreciate that; the entire family will."

"You’re welcome." Jake stood. "If you’ll excuse me, I have to wrap a few things up before I take off. Thanks for your help."

"Of course." Natalie rose to her feet. "Let me know if you need anything else."

As Jake walked out, Natalie began to worry. Was this her fault? Had Danny found the combination in her room? And if that was the case how would she explain it to Barton? He’d never forgive her for causing this pain to the family. She wouldn’t blame him. She wouldn’t forgive herself if it turned out to be true. And then there was Jake’s theory. Could someone on this staff have given Danny the information he needed to rob that safe? Natalie didn’t want to believe that, but it made so much more sense than Danny just getting lucky and finding her room, the combination and that safe by accident. Someone probably did tell him. But, who? It was then Natalie recalled her discussion with Dana in earlier tonight.

They'd been in Natalie and Barton's bedroom. Dana had seen Natalie take the combination out of the drawer. And Natalie had even explained to Dana why she kept it there. But Dana wouldn’t have given Danny the combination would she? Yes, Dana had been desperate to pay Danny the blackmail money that he was demanding so he wouldn’t reveal to Dana’s boyfriend Dr. Zachary Dailey that they were still husband and wife. And Dana's desperation had driven her to try to con Natalie out of the money by telling her that she needed it to pay Danny because he owned half of her house, which was a lie. Natalie knew now that Dana owned that house outright, having been left it by her brother Pete after his death. Natalie had been horrified to learn her best friend, someone she grew up with and loved like a sister would do that to her.

And there was the fact that Dana knew she was paying Danny the money so he could use it to finance a scheme to break his brother Nathan out of jail and didn’t care. Her only concern was keeping her secret so she could hold on to Zachary Dailey, a man she hardly knew, but had every intention of manipulating into marriage. She didn’t care who she lied to or who got hurt. Natalie knew her friend had a selfish side, but it pained her to learn how selfish Dana really was. She didn’t know if she could ever forgive Dana for what she’d done. But, Natalie hadn't mentioned to Jake that Dana had been married to Danny, something that would definitely interest the cops. Natalie was angry with Dana, furious even, but she didn't want to bring the cops down on her. But had Dana had given Danny the combination? Had she set the chain of events leading to Kevin’s possible death in motion? Natalie had to know, and there was only one way to find out.

* * * * * *

Dana Cooper felt as if she should be having one of the best nights in her life. She sat at an elegantly set table the lavish dining room, her china dinner plate piled with a dazzling cornucopia of delicious food from the buffet. A crystal wine glass was at her manicured fingertips, the glass full of a dry, yet fruity chardonnay. The movers and shakers of Covington Bay, people she always wanted to rub elbows with, were all around her, dressed in expensive tailored tuxedoes and lavish ball gowns.

The nurse wore a body hugging dress the color of dark chocolate, complimenting her ebony skin. Her was twisted in shoulder length rows of braids. And across from her, casting her a winning smile and a warm gaze, was Dr. Zachary Dailey. He looked devastatingly handsome in his tuxedo, his thick gleaming hair was the color of straw, his piercing gaze cobalt blue. She’d been hoping for romantic nights like this between them and hoped it would be the first of many. And yet, all she could do was pick at the food on her plate and barely sip her wine. All she could think about was Danny James and if he was going to destroy her life, or if she'd managed to neutralize him once and for all.

Dana didn't like the tactics she'd used to rid herself of Danny. She hated having tried to con Natalie out $10,000 to give to Danny, but she had no other option. She couldn’t give into Danny’s blackmail. She just wished the plan had of worked. Natalie found out what Dana was up to and took the money back. If that weren't bad enough, Natalie had told Dana their life long friendship was over. And that devastated Dana. She loved Natalie like a sister; they'd been through so much together. But unfortunately she couldn't worry about that now; she'd make up with Natalie later. Danny still wanted the money and Dana knew she couldn't come up with it. And that's when she got desperate and came up with a desperate plan.

She'd taken so many risks by lifting those jewels out of Natalie and Barton's safe, planting them in Danny's car, then calling the police and leaving an anonymous tip about the stolen jewels. By this time, the police should've found Danny, discovered the jewels and arrested him, putting him out of her life for good. As she realized the ramifications of her plan, that Danny would go to jail for a crime he didn't commit, she felt a twinge of guilt. He had fought hard to get his life together and stay on the right side of the law after his parole. But she'd given her no choice. He tried to blackmail her and she fought back in the only way she could.

But was Danny in jail? She had to know. She couldn't eat, couldn't drink, couldn't do anything until she had the answer. Only then could she could relax and enjoy the evening. She just needed to find a way to get away from Zachary. The last thing she wanted was to be away from him, especially after witnessing him kissing Dr. Gloria Dailey. She couldn't believe he was kissing another woman while on a date with her, especially *that* woman. She was old enough to be his mother and she was married to his father. And she had to be one of the most annoyingly self-righteous women Dana had the displeasure to know. Dana couldn't imagine what Zachary saw in her. Yet, until she found out what was up with Danny, Gloria Dailey was the least of her problems.

"So, are you enjoying your dinner?" Zachary's question interrupted Dana's stormy thoughts.

“Who wouldn't?” Dana looked up from her plate. “The food is great.”

“I'm glad you're feeling okay.” Zachary said. “I thought you might have Danny James on your mind.”

Dana was alarmed. Surely Zachary couldn’t have an inkling of what was going on with Danny. “Why would you think that?”

“He was being pretty rough with you earlier tonight when I found you together.” Zachary grimaced. “I didn't know what it was going to take to get him to leave you alone.”

“You handled him pretty well.” Dana still didn’t understand what exactly was going on during that encounter between she, Danny and Zachary.

It had started when some strange white man had grabbed her right after she’d walked in on Gloria and Zach kissing. The guy was nervous, afraid of being seen by someone. And he’d thought Dana would tell people that he was there. She had promised she wouldn’t say anything about running into him, but he didn’t believe her. From the crazed look in his eyes and the sheer physical hugeness of the man, Dana had been terrified of what he might do next. But thankfully, he’d only shoved and locked her in a closet and took off. And then it only got weirder. She’d been banging on the door for someone to let her out and none other than Danny opened the door. When she’d explained to him what happened and that she was going to notify security, Danny warned her to keep his mouth shut. It was if he knew the man and was protecting him. But Dana couldn’t imagine why or now Danny was connected to the man. She’d kept quiet though, especially when Zachary arrived on the scene. She’d been under his power then. He didn’t have control over her anymore.

“Maybe, but I'm glad Danny backed off.” Zachary sighed in relief. “I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but he’s a little bigger than me. I wouldn't want to have to spend the rest of the evening in the emergency room.”

“I don't think Danny would've really taken you on. He's a bully with more bark than bite.” Though Dana knew that wasn’t true. Danny was most certainly a bully, but he always followed through on his threats. That’s why she knew he’d ruin her if given the chance. And it’s why she did what she had to get rid of him. “Still, I'm glad you took the risk. That kind of chivalry is hard to find these days. Thank you.”

“Stop that.” Zachary chided. “You've thanked me enough already.”

Dana reached across the table and grasped Zachary’s hand. “You being there means a lot, Zachary. It’s good to know there are decent men in the world. And you, Dr. Dailey are as decent as they come.”

Zachary grinned. “That makes me sounds slightly boring.”

“Oh, no.” Dana squeezed Zachary’s hand. “Boring is the last word I would use to describe you.”

“Zachary, I've been looking for you.” Dr. Laura Dailey-Harrison, Zachary's younger sister, looking lovely in a pale green evening gown interrupted the moment.

“Hey, sis. What's up?” Zachary smiled up at his baby sister as Dana forced herself not to give the young pediatrician a dirty look for intruding.

“I'm sorry to interrupt your date, I really need to talk to you for a few minutes.” Laura turned to Dana. “Dana, do you mind leaving me and my brother alone?”

“Sure. I need to freshen my makeup anyway.” Dana rose to her feet, realizing she should be thankful for the interruption. She could use the chance to see if there'd been any information about Danny on the news. “But, he better be all mine when I get back.

“I will be.” Zachary promised, which got him a kiss on the cheek from his date.

“Good, because I think it's time we took a whirl on the dance floor.” Dana announced before she walked away.

While Zachary was glad Dana was enjoying herself, it made him feel guiltier than he already did, especially since all he could think about was the kiss he shared with Gloria earlier that evening. Zachary wasn't ashamed of kissing Gloria. There's no way he'd be sorry about that, not after dreaming about it for so long and wanting it so badly. It was more wonderful than he could've ever imagined. Holding her close, feeling her body against his, smelling her sweet perfume, their lips hungrily pressed together, running his hands through her raven hair. He had wanted that so badly and his guilt stemmed from being unable to stop thinking about another woman while he was on a date. Which was why in order to alleviate that guilt just as soon as this date was over he'd break it off with Dana and work on pursuing a relationship with Gloria. He hated hurting Dana that way, but they had only been out a few times. It was better to end it now than later.

Zachary knew it wasn't going to be easy with Gloria; she was determined not to let things between them go any further. The age difference, her marriage to his father and the expected negative reactions of her family and friends were a few reasons why she didn't think they should be together. But Zach didn't think they should let anything get in their way since they both wanted the same thing. And he was fixed on making Gloria see that as well.

As Laura sat at the table, Zachary noticed the troubled look in her slate blue eyes. “Laura, why do you look so upset? What is going on?”

“Have you heard from Dad?” Laura asked.

“I saw him here earlier.” Zachary wasn’t really interested in discussing anything about their father. “Why?”

Laura brushed a strand of her shoulder length ash blond hair off her face. “He had to go home. Someone broke into his house.”

“That's terrible.” Zachary said, genuinely concerned. “Was there anything taken?”

“Dad isn't sure.” Laura shrugged. “He hasn't really had a chance to check around yet. He just wanted to let me know before I heard it from somewhere else. I thought you might want to know.”

“Yes, of course. Thank you for telling me. Dad must be so upset. He's had that house since before we were born. We should go over there and see how he's doing.”

“I offered, but he said it isn't necessary.”

“Why not? He needs family right now, don't you think?”

“He has someone there for him.”

“Well who could that be?” Zachary wondered. “You and I are his only family in town.”

“That’s not quite true.” Laura tensed for what she knew was about to come. “He does have a wife, you know.”

"Gloria is there with him?" His ire rising, Zachary's fists clenched as his sister nodded in affirmation. "Why?

"She was with Dad when he got the call." The pediatrician explained. "What is your problem? Didn't you just say he needs family to help him deal with this?"

"Yes, but Gloria isn't his family." Zachary insisted. "Not anymore."

"It wasn’t so long ago that was her home as well." Laura reminded her brother. "And unless something has changed that I don't know about, they are still man and wife."

Zachary grit his teeth in anger. "Only because of Jason Bennett's legal tricks."

"I can't speak to what happened in court the other day." Laura shoved the comment aside. It frustrated Zachary that Laura continued to refuse to take notice of her father's dark side. "All I know is Gloria is there for the moral support he needs. You may not like it, but she obviously still cares about our father."

"I don't doubt that Gloria still cares about Dad. She's the kind of caring, compassionate woman that would give a damn about him despite the hell he's put her through. But I don't doubt for a minute that he's using this to his advantage." Zachary accused. “I know you don't like to admit this, but our father is a very manipulative man. It's just like him to use this robbery to ingratiate himself back into Gloria's life."

"Zachary, the place we grew up in was robbed. Who knows what heirlooms were taken and what memories were destroyed? His home and his life have been violated and he needs people who care about him right now. You're making him out to be the villain."

"I'm making him out to be a man who will stop at nothing to get what he wants." Zachary accused. "He used Candice's murder to get the divorce hearing delayed until after the trial. And let's not forget what he did to our mother. Well, he is not going to get away with it this time!”

Laura sprang up, grabbing Zachary by the arm as he turned to walk away. "Where are you going?"

Snatching from her grasp, Zachary spun to face Laura. "Where do you think? Whatever our father has in mind for Gloria, I'm going to put a stop to it!"

* * * * * *

Flipping on the light switch, Dana Cooper rushed into one of the many guest bedrooms in the Lassiter Mansion, closing the door behind her. A television was on the stand at the end of the bed and a remote sat on top of the TV a few feet from the king size bed centered against the far wall. She grabbed the remote and pressed the power button. As she sat on the bed the television flickered to life. One of her favorite reality shows was on. Usually she'd sit down to watch or curse herself for forgetting to set the VCR to tape it, but she couldn't be concerned about that right now. She passed by a few more channels, stopping at the local WBAY nightly news. She plopped on the bed, her eyes wide with interest.

Veronica Jones, a stunning raven haired woman with wide, blue-green eyes, stood on what looked like the Covington Bay Bridge, a microphone on her hand. Dana didn't know Veronica personally, but had seen her a few times when she dropped by the hospital to see Melody Sorensen. They had been friends since Veronica had worked with A.J. at the Covington Bay Journal before recently becoming a reporter at WBAY, specializing in the crime beat. Dana wondered what horrible crime had taken place this time, though she was more interested in news about Danny, if there were any.

"Continuing our top story. I'm here on the Covington Bay Bridge, which tonight was the scene of tragedy. Details are still coming in, but here's what we know so far." Veronica began. "Danny James, brother of murder suspect Nathan James was stopped by Det. Eric Lassiter on suspicion of burglary as Danny was attempting to visit his brother at Covington Bay Medical Center, a few miles away from here."

As a photo of Danny, his mug shot from a few days ago, flashed on the screen, Dana's heart skipped a beat, her breath catching in her throat. "So, they did catch the bastard!"

On the tv screen, Veronica walked down the bridge, crowded with police cars and EMT vehicles, the night sky ablaze with a kaleidoscope of blue, red and yellow. "But as Det. Lassiter attempted to arrest the suspect, the story took a bizarre twist. Out of nowhere came leading Covington Bay citizens, Monica Greyhawk, wife of Greyhawk Medical Technologies heir Nigel Greyhawk and Kevin Lassiter, Vice President of competing company Lassiter Pharmaceuticals. Sources say that Danny James allegedly used the distraction to grab Det. Lassiter's gun and take Monica Greyhawk and Kevin Lassiter hostage."

Dana shook her head in disbelief as images of Kevin and Monica appeared onscreen. If she weren’t already sitting down, she was certain she’d fall to the plush off white carpeting in a heap. "No! This must be some kind of mistake!'

"James then allegedly forced his hostages into his van and forced them to drive off with them. Det. Lassiter gave chase and the chase ended here." Veronica motioned to the bridge, now down, but the barrier was shattered. “As the van carrying the threesome approached the bridge, it started to rise. But the van didn't stop. Police believe Danny James was trying to jump the bridge in his attempt to elude the law. Unfortunately, the van didn't make it and it plunged into the Covington Bay River, taking it's passengers with it. But that’s not the end of the story. Police report that Danny James not only emerged from these dark waters alive, but went back to rescue Monica Greyhawk. It was then that Det. Eric Lassiter found Mr. James and attempted to bring him in. James tried to escape and Det. Lassiter was forced to shoot him to prevent his eluding the police again. Monica Greyhawk has been treated for her injuries and is due to be released from the hospital tonight. We don’t know the details of Danny James’ condition, but sources say he wasn’t seriously injured and will be released into police custody in 24 to 48 hours. As for Kevin Lassiter, Police and the Coast Guard are currently searching for him, but there has been no sign of him since the car plunged into the river. With the coming storm, there is speculation that the search may have to be called off until morning. We’ll be back with an update later in this broadcast. I'm Veronica Jones, WBAY News. Now let’s switch to Chuck with the weather, where he’ll give us the latest details about the storm….”

Her heart thudding, Dana turned off the television and began to pace the floor so frantically, the contemporary abstract art lining the walls were a swirl of color to her. She couldn’t believe this was happening! And yet there it was live and on television. Everything had gone tragically awry. All those people, all those lives. Forever altered. And it was all her fault.

“What have I done?” Guilty tears rolled down her cheeks. “What have I done?”

“That's what I'd like to know.” Natalie’s voice, rippling with anger, echoed throughout the room.

Gasping, choking back her tears, Dana looked up to face her friend. “Natalie!”

“Well, answer me!” Natalie demanded. “What have you done? And I want the truth!”

* * * * * *

“Reilly and Slade are dead?” Holding the cut out section of the newspaper in his hand, shock on his face, A.J. Lassiter looked up at Victor Markham.

“It would seem so.” Victor nodded.

“But, how? When?” A.J. asked.

“You can read it for yourself.” Victor urges. “The story just hit the wires.”

A.J. read the Associated Press account of how, earlier tonight right outside of Chicago, the bodies of two men believed to be fugitives Slade Jenkins and Joe Reilly were found in a car at the bottom of a ravine. The article went on to say the men were wanted for drug trafficking and the attempted murders of A.J. Lassiter and Patricia Tamakai-Lassiter, a pair of reporters attempting to expose the pair's illegal activities. According to a witness on the scene, the car the men were speeding and driving erratically before crashing through a guard rail and into the ravine before exploding. Police have made a preliminary identification based on finding Jenkins' drivers license and other personal items at the scene that had been thrown from the car during the crash. An autopsy will be performed for positive identification. The article ended by noting that the police feel the accident was alcohol related.

A.J. gave the newspaper item back to Victor. “Interesting. Before we can even get a chance to look for them they die in a drunk driving accident.”

“That can’t be too much of a surprise.” Victor said. “I’m sure you’ve looked at Reilly’s rap sheet. He’s been in and out of rehab most of his life.”

“I know.” A.J. nodded. “And a lot of his crimes stemmed from his drinking problem. I guess that it ultimately caused his death should be no surprise.”

“I get the sense you’re disappointed by this.”

“Of course I am. Those guys shot me and left Patricia and I to die in a burning building. Not to mention that they were involved in a major drug ring and we don’t know who they were working for. I would’ve liked to bring them to justice as well as get to the truth.”

“Well, you’re not the only one who isn't pleased by the outcome."

“Why does this bother you?” The reporter wondered. “You were concerned about Reilly and Slade implicating you in their drug deal. Their deaths takes care of that problem.”

“Mr. Lassiter, if you think this resolves things, you’re wrong. I wanted to clear things up, not just have the problem disappear.” Victor insisted. “This was my chance to prove that I wasn’t involved in anyway... that my business dealings are completely above board. It’s easy to think their deaths takes care of the problem, but it doesn’t. People are just going to assume that I silenced them to protect myself.”

“It’s a logical conclusion for one to reach. I guess we'll have to wait and see, won't we?” A.J. mused.

"Yes." Victor agreed. "But, you realize why this means the end of our partnership.”

“Yeah, I guess it does.” Though A.J. had every intention of looking into this himself and find out if this really was an accident.

“It’s a shame too… and not just because of what it means for my plans to clean up my tarnished image.” Victor said. “I was looking forward to getting to know you, A.J.. You and your wife.”

“Why?” A.J. was suspicious by that statement.

“One can never have too many friends, A.J..” Victor smiled. “I think we could've benefited one another greatly. But I’m sure we’ll cross paths again. Perhaps we can get reacquainted in some other way some other time.”

“Perhaps.” Though A.J. couldn’t fathom what could bring he and Victor together again. He certainly hoped it wasn’t a near brush with death followed by a kidnapping. Once was more than enough.

“I should be getting back to my family.” Victor held out a well manicured hand. “Thank you, Mr. Lassiter.”

A.J. shook Victor’s hand. “For what?”

“For everything.” Victor’s tone had more than a note of mystery. A.J. wondered if that was intentional and the man was working to pique his interest.

As Victor walked out, A.J. rose to his feet . He sighed, running his fingers through his thick dark hair. “What was that all about?”

“That’s what I’d like to know.” Jake walked into the room.

“Hey, Jake.” A.J. nodded at his friend.

“You want to explain to me what is going on?” Jake asked.

“What do you mean?”

“A.J., don't play stupid. The role doesn't suit you." Jake retorted, annoyed. "A few days ago you and Patricia were nearly killed trying to catch two drug dealers we think may have been working Victor Markham, who is probably one of the biggest crime figures in this state. Now Markham shows up here to talk to you and it’s pretty clear that you’re well acquainted with one another. What's the story?”

A.J. waved him off. “Jake, not now.”

“Yes, now.” Jake insisted. “Markham is a very dangerous man.”

“I realize that.”

“So why are you anywhere near him? When did you meet him, much less become on a friendly basis?”

“Jake, you were going to tell me something about Eric before Victor interrupted us.” A.J reminded him. "What was that all about?"

“You’re changing the subject.”

“Are you saying that what you wanted to tell me wasn’t important?” A.J. asked.

“It is and you need to know.” Jake replied. “But you can't expect me to forget about this thing with Markham.”

“You wouldn’t be such a good cop if you did.” A.J. complimented. “But I have the feeling this thing with Eric is much more urgent. You said he found something in my apartment. What did he find and where?”

“The day Eric dropped by your place he found a bug under the coffee table.” Jake revealed.

That revelation threw A.J.. "Why do I have the feeling you're not telling me I need to call an exterminator?"

"Believe me, I wish I were." Jake sighed.

"This was days ago. Why am I just now hearing about this?"

"Because Eric said he’d tell you and I was stupid enough to believe him." Jake looked regretful, as if he could kick himself, though kicking Eric would be more appropriate, A.J. thought bitterly. I’m sorry. I should've told you right away."

"Jake, you have nothing to be sorry for, except trusting my damned little brother." A.J. had to tamp down his anger. "I wish I could be surprised that he would do something so hateful, but I’m not. The fact that someone, for some reason is spying on me or that I could be in danger really doesn’t matter much to him."

"I can't imagine what Eric hoped to gain by keeping quiet." Jake shrugged. "So, any idea who might of put it there?"

"It could be a lot of people. The Greyhawks or some other business rival. Or maybe one of my journalistic competitors. Or..." A.J. stopped himself from continuing.

"Or Victor Markham?" Jake finished for A.J. "Is that who you were going to say? Would he have reason to bug your place?"

"I don’t know. It could be a lot of people." It was a definite possibility, but A.J. didn't want to get into the subject of Victor Markham for a lot of reasons, but mostly because he wanted to look into this bug situation. He glanced at his watch – he still had an hour and a half before he was supposed to meet the contact. If he moved fast there was time to take care of it now. "Sorry, Jake, I’ve gotta go."

"Go where?" Jake asked.

"Where do you think?" A.J. replied. "My place to check out the bug. Thanks for telling me."

"Sure." Jake waved as A.J. rushed out. "Always glad to help."

* * * * * *

"So, what happened?" Max turned to his employer as Victor closed the door to the Blue Room so they could have a little privacy. "Did Lassiter buy it?"

“He was suspicious, but I expected that.” Victor reported. “He’d be a fool not to be. But, once he checks out the details of the story I told him, I'm sure he’ll be satisfied that Reilly and Slade are dead.”

“So what’s next?”

“Drop me back at the penthouse.”

“Does that mean I can have the rest of the night off?" Max asked hopefully. "I’ve been itching to see what the nightlife in this town is like.”

“I’m afraid your social life is going to have to wait for a little while longer.” Victor found Max’s inability to control his libido annoying and unprofessional. Yes, the man was probably one of the best in his chosen profession. “After you drop me off at home, I want you to go to Lassiter’s apartment and remove the bug.”

“Why, after all the trouble we went through to put it there to begin with?” Max wondered, irritated.

“Because our plans have changed and we no longer need it.” Victor explained. “More importantly, A.J. doesn’t know it’s there yet and I don’t want him finding it and suspecting that I may have put it there. I have every intention of forging a relationship with that young man and that can’t happen if he’s wary of me, at least more wary than he might be now. At this point and time keeping it there is too risky.”

“Okay, but is there a chance that Lassiter might show up at his place? Last time, I almost had to blow his girlfriend away because she showed up unexpectedly.” Max said a little too nonchalantly.

“Fortunately it didn’t come to that.” Victor grumbled sternly. “But, I don’t think there’s much chance of A.J. or anyone else showing up at his apartment right now. His family is focused on his cousin’s disappearance. Taking care of this now will be safe. And as soon as you’re done, you can go out and find that… nightlife you’re anxious to get too.”

“Then let’s get to it.” Max grinned as he and Victor walked to the door.

Max opened the door. Pamela stood there, lurching forward, for she was about to open the door herself. Victor stepped forward, catching her.

“Are you all right?” Victor smiled as he helped her stand. He hadn’t planned this opportunity, but he was going to make the most of it.

“Yes, I...” Pamela nodded, then looked up at Victor, her eyes wide with shock. Horrified, she jerked away from him. “What are you doing here? How dare you come to my home?”

“Actually, I was invited.” Victor’s smile turned into a smirk.

“There is no way you would be invited to this house, Victor!” Pamela cried. “I demand to know why you are here!”

“I regret that I can't stay.” Victor responded coolly. “Give my regards to your mother-in-law, won't you? Good night.”

Victor and Max walked out as Pamela looked after them aghast, unable to speak.

“What was that all about?” Max’s face expressed curiosity.

“Nothing to concern yourself with.” Victor felt he handled that pretty well. He hadn’t known how he would react when he saw Pamela, but he’d done the best he could under the circumstances. He was pleased he’d unnerved her. That delighted him to no end. He affected her, even after all this time.

“I take it you know the lady.” Max asked.

“I said it's none of your concern.” Victor snapped, hoping that Max got the point that the subject of Pamela Lassiter was off limits. “Leave it at that.”

“Yes, sir.” Max saluted playfully as Victor stalked away.

* * * * * *

As they stood in what had been Nigel’s hospital room, Quentin Greyhawk turned to his son, Lucas. Monica watched, growing more and more anxious.

"So Lucas, where is Nigel?" Quentin demanded.

"Lucas, please!" Fear clutched at Monica's heart as she grabbed his muscled bicep in desperation. "You can’t do this!"

Lucas held up a silencing hand. "Monica, there’s no use trying to hide anything from my father. He’s like a dog with a bone, especially when it comes to sticking his nose in his children’s lives."

"Are you going to tell me where Nigel has gone or take cheap shots at me?" Quentin snapped.

"How about I do both?" There was a devilish twinkle in Lucas’ blue eyes.

"Forget it." Quentin huffed in disgust. "I don’t need your help. Just go and I’ll finish my discussion with Monica. She was just about to tell me where Nigel has gone."

"You’re not getting it, are you?" Lucas said. "Nigel left because of you."

"Are you kidding?" Quentin almost laughed. "What do I have to do with Nigel being gone?"

"I guess it fails to occur to you that you’re the cause of most of Nigel’s problems." Lucas accused.

"How is any of this my fault? I wasn’t taking shots at Nigel in the hospital, nor did I kidnap his wife and nearly drown her in the Covington Bay River."

"But you set this house of cards in motion with your scheme against the Lassiters. He wouldn’t never been invited to that party if you hadn’t of launched this plan to ruin the Lassiters. And with no party, none of this would’ve happened."

"I can’t believe your logic. You’re holding me responsible for the actions of about a dozen people of who I have no control over." Quentin was exasperated. "If you want to be upset about your brother, then be upset about that. But your attacking me isn’t about Nigel."

"Then what is it about?"

"You’re still upset about the talk we had earlier."

"I wouldn’t call blaming me for Nigel nearly getting killed trying to save Nathan James’ life and insinuated I was lousy private investigator a ‘talk’." Lucas snarked.

"So you admit you’re using this to indulge in a little payback." Quentin accused.

"Why is it so hard for you to believe that Nigel needed to get away from you, to get a little relief from your constant need to control and manipulate?" Lucas reasoned. "You know how much Nigel loves and respects you, how he reveres you and wants so much to please you. How do you think it felt for him to find out you’d been lying to him? You never wanted him to marry Monica, you never wanted him to be a stepfather to Vicki and you’ve been pretending to be a father in law and grandfather. You don’t think that hurt Nigel just a little bit?"

Quentin glanced into Monica’s cool expression. "I know he was upset about it, but we worked it out."

"Worked it out?" Monica was outraged over how nonplussed Quentin was about the whole thing. "You almost lost him forever. He was ready to pack his bags and quit GMT because of your lies!"

"And you would’ve loved that, wouldn’t you?" Quentin charged.

"No!" Monica insisted. "I know how much Nigel loves you, loves Greyhawk Manor and loves the company. It would’ve killed him to walk away from all that. It’s why I encouraged him to stay. You do remember that it was me who convinced Nigel not to walk out of your life?"

"Yes, and it was beautifully played my dear. Brava." Quentin mocked her with a round of applause. "Nigel would’ve never deserted his family, his home and his future at GMT. Never. Not for you and certainly not for Eric Lassiter’s daughter. He may have been angry and upset, but he would’ve gotten over it. And you knew that. So before Nigel could come to his senses, you talked to him and made it look as if staying was something you wanted for him. It made you the loyal, long suffering wife and me the bad guy. And you pulled it off. I never thought you could be so manipulative. I’ll remember not to underestimate you next time."

Lucas was as shocked and horrified as Monica looked. Quentin Greyhawk again proved he was a master of a verbal attack. "This is a perfect example of why Nigel needed peace and quiet, somewhere to recover psychologically and physically from his injuries."

"Has he gone to some sort of rehab center or spa?" Quentin persisted.

Lucas shook his head. "Dad, I’m not going to tell you where Nigel has gone and neither is Monica no matter how much you badger us. You’re not going to be able to track him down."

"If you think I’m supposed to believe that Nigel has left for a little R&R, you’re sadly mistaken. Nigel is not the type to run away from his problems. My son is no coward." Quentin declared. "He’s strong, strong enough to face me. If he was really upset with me, he’d deal with me directly. And he certainly wouldn’t leave town moments after his wife escaped death. Nor would he just leave a desk load of unfinished business at GMT. He wouldn’t run away. Not like this. But wherever he’s gone, you two clearly don’t want me to know. I guess I’ll have to find out without your help."

Monica wondered if this was going to work. Quentin was right; there's no way Nigel would take off at a time like this. It went against everything he was. Convincing Quentin to leave this alone was going to take some doing, if at all possible.

"Dad, if he wanted you to know where he was, he’d of told you. He needs this time away. Why can’t you just let him recoup?" Lucas pleaded. "Leave him be for once in his life. He’ll be back before you know it."

"He’ll be back because I am going to find him and bring him home." Quentin vowed. "And maybe then I can find out what is going on between Monica, Kevin Lassiter and Nigel. I’m clearly not going to get the truth here."

Quentin stomped out. Monica slumped onto the bed, breathing a sigh of momentary relief.

"That was fun." Lucas wore a sardonic smile. "Are you okay?"

"I’m fine." Monica said, though she was physically and emotionally wrung out. "Thank you for handling Quentin. I don't know what would’ve happened if you hadn’t of come in."

"It wouldn’t have been pretty, that’s for sure." Lucas mused. "Anyway, it’s over... for now. But you must know that my father isn’t going to give up trying to find Nigel. Fortunately, he’s not going to be able to."

"You know where Nigel has gone?"

"Not exactly.” Lucas admitted. “I just happen know my brother very well. And it doesn’t surprise me at all that he would do something like this."

“Something like…” Awareness washed over Monica. "You know everything, don’t you?

"Do I know about my brother's relationship with Kevin Lassiter? Yeah." Lucas admitted.

"How long have you known?"

"Since Nigel came back from that summer he spent with in Rome with Kevin."

"Nigel told you about that?" Monica asked, but Lucas shook his head no. "Then how did you find out?"

"When Nigel came home from Rome, there was something different about him." Lucas explained. "He was secretive, evasive and he barely had two words to say about his summer away. He would disappear for hours at a time. Or he’d say he was going to be somewhere and it turned out he wasn’t there. He'd always have an excuse or a reason and everyone would buy it. After all, Nigel never lied. But, it was very obvious Nigel was hiding something, even from me, which wasn't like him. We’d always had a very open, honest, straightforward relationship. We talked about everything, shared everything. We were best friends. I could feel him pulling away from me… from all of us. I was afraid he was in trouble and I wanted to see if I could help him. I had to find out what he was hiding. One night Nigel said he was going to meet some friends and study for a test. I just had the feeling that it wasn’t true. So I followed him. I couldn’t believe he was going to the Covington Bay Motel. Even then it had a reputation for people meeting there for affairs and secret relationships. I had no idea who he’d be meeting that he felt he had to keep it a secret. You can't imagine how surprised I was to learn it was Kevin Lassiter. It was the absolute last thing I expected. I just wish I would've reacted better to learning the truth."

"You didn’t take it well." Monica surmised.

"Let me explain." Lucas requested. "It wasn’t easy growing up in Greyhawk Manor with Nigel as a brother."

"I thought you and Nigel have always been close?"

"We have. But it didn’t mean things were perfect between us, especially with Quentin Greyhawk as our father. You know how he is about Nigel. My big brother is the golden child of the family, the perfect son. He could do no wrong, especially in the eyes of my father. Oh, he loves James, Joshua and I, I don’t doubt that. With all his flaws, his family is the most important thing in the world to him. But he has never made any attempt to hide the fact that he loves Nigel just a little bit more, that our accomplishments and successes will never measure up to Nigel’s. It’s not a pleasant way to grow up knowing that no matter what you do will never be good enough."

"And you saw this as a chance to hurt Nigel in your father’s eyes? You were going to tell Quentin?"

"I’m ashamed to admit it, but yes. I knew my father would never accept Nigel being gay." Lucas nodded. "He has had his eldest son’s life planned out since he was in the womb. The right education, working for the family business, living at the mansion, getting married and raising his own family in that house. And one day, taking over the business. Nigel’s turning out gay would but a big crimp in those plans and my father would be crushed. If he found out Nigel was gay, he’d never see him the same way again. And maybe, just maybe he’d look at the rest of his children just a little bit differently. Maybe some of that unwavering love he has for Nigel might come our way."

"But you never told Quentin."

"No. Nigel spotted my car as I was leaving the motel. He caught me a few minutes after I got home. I don’t think I ever saw him so scared." Lucas said thickly. "He was in tears, terrified that Dad would hate him, that everyone would hate him, that he would lose the family that was more important to him than anything. He begged me to keep his secret. He was in such pain. I knew I could never tell, no matter what I would gain. It was my job to be there for him and stand by him. So that’s what I did."

"It didn’t bother you having a gay brother?"

"I was surprised, sure. Who wouldn’t be? But it didn’t make me love Nigel any less. He's my brother."

Monica could feel the warmth and love Lucas held for Nigel. It was the same as when Nigel spoke of Lucas. Lucas might have a reputation as an unscrupulous liar, but when it came to Nigel he was nothing but loving and compassionate. And that automatically endeared Lucas to her. "Nigel’s lucky to have you. You’ve been the kind of support he’s needed, especially in the years when he was alone and struggling with himself. It’s just that…"

"It’s just that what?"

Small pangs of pain pricked at Monica's heart. "I’ve always thought that Nigel told me everything, that he held nothing back. But he didn’t tell me that you knew, that you’ve always known. I just wonder if he’s kept any other secrets."

"Monica, trust me when I say that Nigel has been nothing but honest with you." Lucas insisted. "He’s never lied to you, not once. And you know that it would’ve been so easy for him to."

"I know. I shouldn’t begrudge him having someone to confide in." Monica felt a little guilty at her selfishness. "After all, I’ve had my sister Hillary to talk to."

"You told your sister?" Lucas was surprised. "Does Nigel know that?"

"Of course he does. He suggested I give things some thought before we got married and he felt it might be good if I had someone I could trust to talk to. I knew I could trust Hillary. She is my sister and she is a doctor. She knows all about keeping things confidential."

"And she thought you should go through with the marriage, knowing that Nigel was gay?"

Monica didn't miss Lucas' meaning. "I take it by that comment you believe the marriage to have been a mistake, that I was a fool."

"Monica, I certainly don’t think you’re a foolish woman."

"Really? Why wouldn’t you? I married a man I knew was gay. I was planning a future with him, children with him when I knew that he had feelings for not just men in general, but a specific man who lives in this town, in this neighborhood. Doesn’t it sound like I’m a fool? Because when I say it out loud, I sure feel like one."

"It’s not my place to judge you." Lucas determined. "All I know is that my brother loves you and wanted a life with you. He wouldn’t have married you otherwise."

"But you must have an opinion. You and Nigel must’ve discussed his decision to marry me and I’m sure you told him how you felt about it."

"I can't tell you what Nigel has shared with me. I won’t betray his confidence."

"I would never ask you to do that. I’m asking you what you thought then and what you think now. Should Nigel have married me? I don’t know you well, Lucas, but you aren't someone who doesn’t mince words. Don’t mince words with me now."

Lucas drew a deep breath, his reluctance clear on his rugged face. "All right. No, don't think my brother should have married you. He’s gay. He was then and he is now. And it’s obvious that as hard as he’s tried, he can’t deny it anymore. Frankly, given that he's gone after Kevin like this, I don’t think he wants to. I think he knows he can’t live for our father and his dreams anymore and that he’s got to start living for himself."

Monica had secretly hoped Lucas would say otherwise, that he would support her and her marriage. She needed that from someone, anyone. But apparently that wasn't to be. She simply couldn't avoid the truth. Fresh tears rolled down Monica’s cheeks and the guilty look in Lucas' eyes grew deeper.

"I’m sorry." Lucas said quietly.

"Lucas, there’s no need to be sorry. You’re not telling me something I don’t already know." Monica wiped at her eyes with a grabbed tissue from the box on the stand next to the bed. "And you’re not telling me what Hillary said when I laid all this on her. And it's pretty much the same thing Kevin told me too."

"Kevin?" Lucas asked. "You've talked to him about this?"

"Yes." Monica nodded. "Tonight."

"So Nigel was right." Lucas mused. "He said you, Dad and Hillary walked in on a very heated discussion between he and Kevin and he was afraid you'd try and confront Kevin."

"And he was right. I know I shouldn't have, but when I walked into that room and saw them together, it was obvious that the feelings between my husband and Kevin were as strong as ever. I knew my marriage was slipping away... it was happening before my very eyes and I had to do something." Monica stood, slowly pacing the floor. "And I made quite a fool of myself when confronted Kevin. He didn't want to talk to me... did all he could to get away. But I wouldn't let it go. I begged Kevin not break up my marriage, pleaded for him to stay away from my husband."

"And how did Kevin respond?"

"Kevin was the good guy that he’s always been. He said that he wouldn’t do anything to try and take Nigel away. But he made it clear that if Nigel wanted him, if he want to try and finally be together, he wouldn’t turn Nigel away." Monica wiped at the returning spring of tears. "At least he was honest; everyone has been. I guess I was the only one refusing to see the truth. I convinced myself that my sister was wrong, that Nigel could be different than every other gay man who married a woman hoping to live the life he thinks he should rather than the one he really wants. I blinded myself to the truth because I didn’t want to lose the first man who ever treated me with an ounce of love and decency. I couldn’t lose that, not after all I went through during my marriage to Eric. The thing is, I don’t regret it. Even though I will probably lose Nigel, even though it hurts like hell, I don’t regret it. Because I have known what it’s like to be really loved by a good man.”

Lucas hated seeing this decent woman in such pain. She didn't deserve this, even if she made a bad choice by marrying Nigel to begin with. "Monica, I’m sorry. I’m really sorry. I wish I could…"

"Lucas, I appreciate your concern, but there’s nothing you can do. Not for me anyway." Monica said. "It’s Nigel we have to help now. We have to find Nigel and bring him home."

Lucas held up his hands, shaking his head. "No, Monica, that’s the last thing we’re going to do."

* * * * * *

"Thanks, Frankie, I really appreciate it and I’m sure the Jackson family will too." Sabrina Collier was in a corridor of Covington Bay Medical Center, talking on a pay phone. "Yes, I’ll be here when you arrive. I look forward to seeing you. Bye."

As she hung up, she spotted Evan Maitland and Patrick Jackson coming down the corridor.

"Gentlemen." Sabrina greeted.

"Sabrina, how are you?" Evan’s dark eyes radiated sympathy. "Heard you had a rough night."

"Kind of an understatement don't you think, counselor?" Sabrina's tone dripped with frost.

"I suppose it is." The dark haired district attorney admitted. "I’m glad you came out of it okay."

Sabrina raised a questioning eyebrow. "Are you really?"

“Of course.” Evan replied with complete honesty. “We may be on opposite sides of the bench, but I certainly wouldn’t want to see you hurt.”

“Evan, I don’t think you’d want to see me dead, I’ll give you that much.” Sabrina snipped.

“Well, thanks for the vote of confidence.” Evan quipped sourly. “At any rate, I assume we'll be meeting in the morning, unless you'd rather do it now.”

Sabrina was thrown by that remark. Surely they couldn’t know about her plans. “Excuse me?”

“Well, I plan on arraigning Danny James as soon as possible.” Evan reported.

So, they didn’t know, Sabrina realized. “What does that have to do with me?”

“You are representing him, aren’t you?” Evan asked. “I do hope you’re going to be reasonable where he’s concerned and convince your client to plead guilty.”

“Evan, you’ve known me to be nothing but reasonable.” Sabrina noted with a smirk of her lush lips. “But as far as Danny’s case is concerned, I’m not representing him.”

“Really?” Evan was surprised. “Then one of your associates is handling the case? Michael Tamakai, maybe?”

“No.” Sabrina responded with wave of her dark hair. “Collier and Associates is not involved in Danny’s case. They’ve retained Frankie Rios as counsel.”

“Frankie Rios?” Evan asked.

“Yes. From Legal Aid.” Sabrina noted. “I'm sure you remember him from the times he's faced you in court. He's won most of those cases hasn't he?”

Evan crossed his lean, muscular arms. “He’s had a few lucky breaks. But, I’m surprised you aren't taking Danny James’ cause. You seem to have an affinity for that family. I guess you’ve decided one losing case on your plate is enough.”

“Evan, I think I’ll just say goodnight. You’re one of the last people I want to deal with right now.” Sabrina turned to walk away. “It's your fault I was nearly killed tonight.”

“My fault!?” Evan sounded aghast.

Sabrina whirled to Evan with a pointed finger. “Yes, you and the CBPD. This didn’t have to happen. The whole thing could have been avoided. I told you days ago that Nyland was behind all of this.”

“You had no evidence, just a theory.”

“Which turned out to be true. But you were too busy accusing me of making the whole thing up as some sort of strategy to help my client. But, if you had given Nyland even the briefest glimpse, you would’ve found out all about his gambling debts and the payoffs he was receiving for trying to kill Nate. Well, you didn’t listen to me then, but you will sure as hell will listen to me now. If I can arrange it, we’ll be meeting tomorrow for a hearing to have the charges against Nathan dismissed.”

“You must be kidding. The suggestion is laughable.”

Sabrina’s gaze fixed on Evan, her cool expression stony. “Do I look like I’m laughing?”

“On what grounds would we even consider dropping the charges?” Patrick jumped into the conversation.

“Someone tried to kill my client, myself and Lucas because we were getting too close to the truth about who really killed Candice Dailey.” The words and the recollections of nearly dying sending chills up and down Sabrina’s spine. “They wanted to end the investigation by getting rid of us.”

“You’re going to go to a judge with that?” Evan sniffed. “Again, that’s a theory. Not proof.”

“I think Nyland's bank records and Lucas' testimony will be very compelling.” Sabrina said.

“Sounds to me like heresy. All these allegations mean nothing without Nyland to back it up. And unfortunately for you, the man isn’t here to testify that it’s the truth. Furthermore, even if you get proof, it doesn’t mean Nathan didn’t kill Candice.” Evan refused to back down, though Sabrina didn’t expect him to. “Whoever paid Nyland to kill Nathan, Lucas and yourself could’ve just as easily been doing it as revenge against Nathan for murdering that poor girl and you and Lucas for helping him get away with it. We both know he’s gotten death threats since this all started. Sabrina, you’re going to have to do better than that if you want this case kicked.”

“The foundation of your case is that Nathan had an unrequited love for Candice.” She reminded her legal opponent. “That despite his claims that they were lovers, he raped, beat and killed her because she spurned him, didn’t return his feelings and was going to marry James Greyhawk.”

“All of the evidence supports that, especially the fact that it was Nathan James’ semen found in Candice’s body.”

“Nathan and Candice had been sleeping together for months. They had sex the day of her murder.”

“There’s no proof of that ridiculous claim other than Nathan James and Richie Stone’s words.” Evan waved off the supposition. “And both of them have more than enough reason to lie.”

“But it isn’t a lie. I have proof that Nathan and Candice were lovers, irrefutable proof. I don’t need Nathan or Richie’s testimony because it’s all in black and white.” Sabrina announced.

“Meaning?” Patrick asked.

“Candice was using birth control pills.” Sabrina revealed.

Evan’s mouth gaped in astonishment, but he quickly regained his composure. “So? She and James Greyhawk were having sex. They were engaged to be married.”

“James Greyhawk has said over and over that he wasn’t having sex with Candice. He insists they were both virgins and that they were waiting until marriage to have sex.” Sabrina reminded her opposing counsel.

“He wouldn't be the first teenager to lie about his sex life.” Evan muttered.

Sabrina’s dark eyes gleamed as if she’d just discovered buried treasure. “You’re willing to admit that one of your biggest witnesses has been lying for months? Hope you didn’t know about that, Evan. That’s called suborning perjury.”

Evan’s face reddened with rage. “You are really pushing it, Sabrina.”

“And you refuse to see the facts that are right in front of you.” Sabrina accused. “The birth control pills that Candice were using were acquired at the Southtown Community Clinic using Nathan’s mother’s maiden name.”

“And you have proof of this?” Patrick asked. “You were you able to get hold of confidential medical records?”

Sabrina was enjoying putting the hammer to Evan and Patrick much more than she should given the seriousness of the issue. “Lucas is a very good investigator. I’m not so outraged at his fees anymore. But you do get what I’m saying, don’t you? The entire crux of your case just fell apart.”

“Even if Nathan and Candice were lovers, which I don’t believe, it doesn’t mean he didn’t murder her.” Evan theorized. “She could’ve changed her mind, decided to marry James Greyhawk and wanted out of the relationship. Nathan couldn’t let that happen so her murdered her. Our theory still holds water.”

“Except that Candice hadn’t had an argument with her father the night she died because she was going to call off the wedding because she loved Nathan.” Sabrina proposed.

“That's impossible. Glenn Dailey spent the evening with...” Evan began.

“...with James Greyhawk discussing wedding plans, a dubious notion on it’s face.” Sabrina interrupted. “I have a witness who overheard this quarrel. And a few hours later, Candice was found dead. Isn't it convenient that two people who have been fanatical about convicting Nathan and have insisted there was no relationship between Candice and Nate not only knew of the relationship but lied about it? Plus, their alibi for the night of the murder just happens to be each other?”

“Is that your defense strategy? Shift the blame?” Evan was incredulous. “James Greyhawk might fly, but certainly not her father.”

“It’s not hard to believe when you know how controlling Glenn is and how much he wanted that wedding to take place because he saw it as a way into the Greyhawk family. And there is his ever present bigotry. He hated that Candice was even friends with a poor black kid from Southtown so you can imagine how the idea they were more than that would drive him crazy.” Sabrina noted.

“Sabrina, I know you don't like Glenn Dailey, but even you can’t think the man murdered his own daughter.” Evan said.

“Evan, how long have you been a prosecutor? People are capable of horrible, terrible crimes. He wouldn't be first man to murder his own child.” Sabrina truly didn't think Glenn killed Candice. In his own controlling way he loved his daughter. And the fact that Glenn was a sniveling, gutless coward aided in her belief. “Still, it doesn’t matter what I think. What matters is what I can convince a jury. But I’m hoping it won’t get that far. That's why I'm telling you all of this even though I'm under no obligation to do so. I’m going to present my findings to the judge and pray he has the common sense to drop these charges. Or maybe you want to use the brains I know you have and end this right now.”

“That is not going to happen.” Evan’s nostrils flared with anger.

“You really want to go into court with a case that is falling apart at the seams?” Sabrina looked at Evan as if he were a foolish child.

“I am not going to make this easy for you, Sabrina.” Evan promised. “What you have told me is going to be checked and double checked.”

“And you’re free to do just that. Once you do, you’ll see what a loser you have on your hands. See you in the judge’s chambers.” Sabrina nearly danced away, grinning.

“I think we’ve just been blindsided.” Patrick muttered as Sabrina vanished around a corner.

“Damn! Damn, damn, damn, damn!” Evan slammed his fist against the wall, the sound echoing up and down the corridor. He quickly glanced up and down, hoping no one had seen or heard the outburst of emotion. “I don’t believe this!”

“You think she might be telling the truth? “ Patrick asked.

“I hate to admit it, but she probably is. She’d gain nothing by lying about this, especially when she knows I’d check out each fact very carefully. I’m sure what she is saying is true and she has the evidence to back it all up.”

“So what do we do? Because she’s right when she says that even if we’re able to persuade the judge not to drop the charges, our case against Nathan is a mess. All our theories, all our motives and the foundation of the case just went out of the window.”

“I know that, I know that.” Evan pulled a hand through his thick dark hair. “I need time to think. I do know one thing though. If Sabrina Collier thinks she’s going to beat me this time, ruin months of hard work, she has got another think coming.”

* * * * * *

Nathan James stood in the window of his hospital room, staring out into the night sky getting even darker because of the coming summer storm. His face wracked with pain, his eyes bubbled with tears. The world was crumbling around him. Just when he thought life couldn’t get worse, it did.

“Are you sure Danny is going to be all right? Are you sure?” Nathan whispered in despair.

Mama J. stood a few feet behind him. “Yes, I’m sure.”

“But you didn’t see him for yourself, did you?” Nathan turned to her.

“No, I couldn’t. None of us have been able to visit him. But Darian spoke to his doctor. He says Danny will be fine.”

“You said he’d been shot.”

“He was. But, it was just a flesh wound, the bullet only grazed his skull.” Mama J. reported as Nathan flinched at the words. “He’ll be released in a couple of days.”

“Thank God.” Nathan sighed. “What room is he in? I need to see him.”

“He’s resting right now.” Mama J. said. “He’s not being allowed any visitors other than his doctor and his lawyer.”

“Then tomorrow maybe?” Hope filled Nathan’s voice. He had to see Danny, he had to see for himself that he was alright. Since his parent’s death and his twin sisters being adopted away as children, Danny was his only blood relative he had left.

“I don’t know, we’ll see.” Mama J.’s words held no promise as if she were avoiding having to say how she really felt, but Nathan finally got the point.

“You don’t think they’ll let me visit him, do you?” He said thickly.

“I don’t think it’ll be easy.” Mama J. admitted reluctantly . “Danny is in police custody. And… so are you.”

“And it’s unlikely that the cops would arrange a visit.” Nathan shook his head bitterly. “Damn. Between me and Danny, the cops in this town must be getting a lot of overtime.”

“Maybe we can talk to Sabrina. She might be able to convince the D.A. let you see Danny for a few minutes.” Mama J. tried to put a silver lining on his very dark cloud.

“I guess all we can do is try.” Nathan felt drained, both physically and emotionally. “I don’t understand any of this. None of it makes sense. Why would Danny do what the cops are saying he’s done? Maybe they’re wrong. They messed up with my case, why not with Danny? Or maybe it’s a setup. You know Eric Lassiter was involved. He’s always had it in for Danny.”

“Nathan, we can’t chalk this up to a bigoted cop trying to frame an innocent man.” Mama J. warned.

“That cop harassed and tried to arrest Danny for nothing just a few days ago.” Nathan reminded Mama J. as if she needed it since she’d been there when it happened. “Maybe he came up with a way to get Danny for good.”

“Nate, I wish I could say that it was a mistake. Danny was at the Lassiter Mansion tonight working for me. And Darian says when they were there Danny disappeared for quite some time and wouldn’t say where he was.” Mama J. sounded damning, the evidence piling up with every word. “Someone saw him commit the robbery and they called the police. And Eric couldn’t have been the one to make that call since he received it. And the district attorney was with him. Look, it’s hard to believe. I don’t want to believe it. But, we just might have no choice.”

The impact of Mama J.’s words hitting him, the tall lanky boy slumped to his bed as if he’d been struck. “It still doesn’t explain why Danny would do this. He’s kept his nose clean since he got out of jail and he swore he’d stay out of trouble. And suddenly he’s robbing the Lassiter Mansion, evading the police and kidnapping people? It’s so out of the blue, so sudden. Do you know why Danny would do something so wrong? Because if you do you gotta tell me.”

Mama J. looked as if the weight of the word were on her broad shoulders, not wanting to give Nathan some clearly bad news, but unable to lie to him. “I had the feeling Danny was trying to get some money together. In the past few days he’s been desperate for some quick cash and it was pretty clear he was willing to do whatever he had to get it. I just never thought he’d go this far.”

“But why?” Nathan was bewildered. “Why would Danny need money, at least more than he makes working at the restaurant?”

“I don’t know. I wish I did. I wish I’d of done something when I realized what was going on.... pressed him more, found out exactly what he was up to. But, I didn’t. I didn’t think it was really that serious.”

“Mama J., you can’t blame yourself for this. It’s not your fault. Whatever Danny was up to, you couldn’t have stopped him, you know that. Once he gets his mind to something, nothing can get in his way.”

A chubby, dark haired woman in nurses’ scrubs walked into the room, a stern look on plump, round face. Her name tag read Bettina. “I’m sorry to interrupt, but visiting hours are over. I’m going to have to ask you to leave now.”

“Of course nurse. Nathan, I don’t want you to worry about this. It looks bad, I know it looks bad, but we’ll work it out. We will, somehow.” Mama J. pulled him into her arms and Nathan took solace in her warm embrace. “We’ll work it out somehow.”

“Let’s hope so.” Nathan wished, though he was starting to lose any optimism. “Thank you for telling me this, Mama J..”

“I had to. You are Danny’s brother after all.” Mama J. said, the petite nurse watching them intently, disapproval at being kept waiting clear in her dark eyes and rigid set of her jaw. “I’ll see you in the morning. Good night.”

“Good night.” Nathan returned as Mama J. walked out.

“Get into bed, Mr. James.” Bettina ordered. “I’ll be back to check you in a few minutes.”

“Yeah, sure.” Nathan’s voice was distant as the nurse left and he was alone with his torment. “What have I done? Oh God, what gave I done?"

* * * * * *

Standing in the fifth floor waiting room, Melissa Stone turned to face her father, Captain Walter Stone, while Eric Lassiter looked on. Walter held Eric’s gun and holster.

“What is going on?” Melissa demanded, her ginger colored eyes ablaze with anger.

This was the last thing Walter needed right now. “Melissa, what are you doing here?”

“I heard about Monica and Uncle Kevin on the news so I wanted to come down and see if they are okay.” The young nurse explained. “But, I want to know what is going on between you and Eric.”

“It's police business.” Walter insisted.

“Really? Because I'd bet it's personal.” Melissa accused her father. “You're still upset about my relationship with Eric.”

“Oh, you bet I'm upset.” Walter nodded, pointing an accusing finger at Eric, who smirked in response. “And I will be upset until this punk is out of your life.”

“Is that why you've taken his gun?” Melissa asked. “Are you trying to throw Eric off the force like before?”

“You mean when he viciously attacked Nigel Greyhawk over a personal grievance and had to be arrested?” Walter snapped.

Eric’s fists clenched as he jumped into the fray. “That whole situation was bogus. There were no laws broken. Remember Greyhawk did drop the charges and made it clear that we had a little misunderstanding.”

“Yes, I know that.” The homicide captain said bitterly. “And I still don't buy Nigel’s change of heart. I saw his bruises and I know all about the animosity between your families. It just makes no sense that he’d give up a chance to nail you when he had to dead to rights. You want to tell me what’s really going on, why he really dropped those charges?”

Eric would never admit that Nigel had dropped the charges with the provision that Eric be more of a father to he and Monica’s daughter, Vicki. The little girl had been very upset about Eric’s arrest, so much so that Nigel had to do something to comfort her. In Nigel’s mind, dropping the charges and making her father a presence in her life seemed to be the best way. Eric could only imagine how Quentin took the news. He must’ve hit the roof. Oh, to be a fly on that wall. Eric was surprised that Nigel had done something that would so anger his father. Of all the Greyhawks, Nigel always seemed to be the most weak-willed. But, clearly there was more to the stuffed shirt than met the eye. He obviously had more guts that Eric gave him credit for, especially since he’d faced down an assassin to protect someone he hardly knew.

And given what he'd done for them, he must really love Monica and Vicki. Some guys really let themselves be led by the shorthairs, the homicide detective thought with disgust. However, Eric’s concern at this point was getting out of the deal without winding up back in jail. He had no intention of giving in to Nigel’s blackmail. He’d had to spend a few hours with Vicki this afternoon and that had been more than enough. He had never cared for fatherhood in the past and he cared for it even less now. And he be damned before he let himself be under anyone's thumb, especially a Greyhawk.

“You heard Nigel with your own ears, Daddy. It was a misunderstanding and it's been settled.” Melissa insisted. “I want to know why you have taken Eric's gun.”

“Melissa, you come from a family of cops. You know how the system works.” Walter explained. “When a police officer, any police officer is involved in a shooting there is an investigation. We take his gun until the matter is settled. It's procedure; I've been through it myself.”

Melissa looked taken aback, blanching. “You're right, you have. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have accused you. It's just that I know that how you feel about me and Eric.”

“I don’t like it, that’s for damned sure.” Walter glared at Eric. “But, to use my badge to settle a personal vendetta? You don't know me better than that?”

“Daddy, I'm sorry... I'm sorry.” Melissa squeezed her father’s arm, an apologetic look in her eyes. “But, it’s been a difficult day. I guess I'm on edge. We all are.”

“Yes, but you've never been so suspicious and mistrusting before.” Walter noted. “Is this what comes in a relationship with Eric Lassiter?”

“Why don't you stop brow-beating your daughter and accept her apology?” Eric was tried to sound concerned for Melissa, but smugness crept through his raspy tone and burned in his chocolate brown eyes.

“Why you...!” Walter’s jaw clenched as his brown eyes burned with rage.

“Daddy, please!” Melissa, several inches shorter than both men, stepped between them. “Don't start! I came here to find out about Uncle Kevin and Monica. Can you please tell me about them?”

Walter pulled his nasty glare from Eric. “Monica came away from this relatively unharmed. Kevin, however, is still missing.”

“And there's been no word?” Melissa was fraught with worry. “No sign of him? Nothing?”

“No, not yet. But, we're doing everything we can, trust me.” Walter vowed. “Hopefully the Coast Guard will come up with something soon.”

“But it’s getting pretty bad out there.” Melissa motioned out the window, her concern growing. “It’s starting to rain and the news is saying a big storm is coming.”

“Yes, I know.” Walter couldn’t hide his own distress.

“You don’t think they’ll have to call off the search, do you?” Melissa asked.

“Let’s not worry about having to stop the search until we have to.” Walter wanted to give his daughter some hope.

“I guess you’re right. We just have to find Uncle Kevin… we have to. The last time I saw him we argued. I’d just hate for our last words to be angry ones.” Melissa turned to Eric. “Here I am feeling sorry for myself when you’re the one really hurting. How are you doing, Eric?”

“I’m fine.” Eric almost sounded breezy.

“Eric, I know you like to play the tough guy… it’s one of the things that I love about you.” She smiled slightly, caressing his stubbled face, and it was all Walter could do to not bash Eric’s face in. “But it’s been a tough day and even tougher night.”

“It’s nothing I can’t handle. Besides a day where I finally get both James thugs off the streets can’t be all bad.” Eric gloated.

“Yes, I imagine so, but what about Monica and Uncle Kevin?” Melissa asked.

“What about them?” Eric sounded as if he could care less and Walter thought, he probably didn’t.

“Monica could’ve died tonight.” Melissa said. “And who knows what will happen with Uncle Kevin? Surely this does upset you.”

“My ex-wife is going to be fine.” Eric noted. “As for Kevin, despite what some have accused me of, I hope he gets out of this alive. I don’t want him dead.”

“Of course not.” Melissa agreed. “No one would doubt that.”

“Apparently you haven't talked to A.J..” Eric tapped the darkening bruise on his face. “He gave me this because he thought I wasn't grieving properly for poor old Kevin.”

“Oh, I'm sure that's what went down.” Walter knew how much Eric hated Kevin and how nasty he could be about his feelings. No doubt he antagonized a fight with A.J.

"Eric, he was probably just reacting to what happened." Melissa reasoned. "This situation is very upsetting to him; you know how close he and Uncle Kevin are. I'm sure he's sorry."

"Not sorry enough as far as I'm concerned." Eric grunted.

Melissa looked worried. "Eric, you didn't retaliate, did you? That would only make a bad situation worse."

"Let's just say that my brother should be grateful his girlfriend stepped in." Eric boasted. "I never thought my golden boy big brother would hide behind a woman, but guts were never his strong point."

"Eric, I know you and A.J. don't feel the same way about Uncle Kevin, but maybe you should be a little more understanding." Melissa advised.

"What I understand is that this entire town is acting like Kevin is some fallen hero when the fact is he brought this on himself." Eric complained. "What he did was pretty stupid. He barely survives trying to save Nathan James from an assassin, but apparently that brush with death didn’t teach him to stay out of police business so he jumps into the back of a van with an dangerous felon. Either the guy has a hero complex or he’s trying to get himself killed. I guess hooking up with guys isn’t risky enough for him."

Melissa gasped. "Eric, that’s an awful thing to say."

Walter certainly wasn't shocked by Eric's nastiness. "Oh, he’s charming Melissa. I can’t believe I had any objections to this relationship."

As Walter's sarcastic comment hung in the air, Evan walked up, Patrick behind him. "Walter… Eric. I’m glad I found you both together. I hope we’re not interrupting anything Melissa."

"No, it’s fine." Melissa said.

"Evan, what’s up?" Walter noted the concerned looks on the attorneys faces.

"We need to talk." Evan said grimly. "Why don’t the four of us have a cup of coffee?"

"Is there something wrong?" Walter asked.

"What’s this all about?" Eric questioned.

"You’ll know soon enough." Evan promised. "Melissa, will you excuse us?"

"Of course." Melissa responded.

Eric kissed Melissa on the cheek as Walter watched with a frown and Evan and Patrick wore surprised expressions. "See you later, baby."

"Later." Melissa hoped everything was all right, but Evan's demeanor was worrisome. She just prayed it wasn't bad news about Kevin. With that thought she realized there was some she should be taking care of. And there was no time like the present.

* * * * * *

"You look frightened, Dr. Sorensen. I hope I didn’t scare you." Derek Kendall rasped in that sandpaper rough voice of his.

In the corridor outside the ER of Covington Bay Medical Center, Hillary struggled inwardly to pull herself together and still her racing heart. She didn’t know why she was so flustered at seeing Derek, but she was. She didn't know if it was that he towered over her, even though she was taller than the average woman or the unreadable look in his piercing cobalt blue eyes. Or was it the fact that he was thickly muscled, with powerful biceps, a barrel chest and huge, meaty hands. Or maybe it was his past as an emotionally disturbed attempted murderer? Whatever it was, it was all Hillary could do to stop herself from taking a few steps back.

"Of course not." she stammered. "I’m just surprised to see you here, especially so late in the evening. Is everything okay? You’re not ill or anything are you?"

Derek's smile was sardonic. "That depends on who you ask. Some people in this town think I'm quite ill. But, I’m fine. I’m here to see A.J.. Is he around?"

"A.J.?" Hillary asked. "No. He left a bit ago."

"Damn, I missed him." A sudden flash of rage burned in Derek's eyes. "Do you know where he is?"

"He went to the Lassiter Estate." Hillary saw the anger vanish as quickly as it had come. "Did you try reaching him on his cell?"

"Well, I don't have his number." Derek muttered, then paused before plunging forth. "I mean I had it but I lost it and I don't remember what it is. Never really been good at that sort of thing, so I thought I’d take a chance and come by. But, I should have figured he'd be with his family."

"So I guess you’ve heard about his cousin Kevin?" Hillary asked and Derek nodded in response. "That's why A.J. went to the Lassiters; to tell them about Kevin. He didn’t want the family to hear it from the press."

"Yes, getting that kind of news from a reporter with the cameras rolling is tough." Derek said thickly. "But having you life splashed across the airwaves and on the front page of all the papers is never a good time."

Hillary imagined Derek knew that from bitter experience given all the coverage his tragic story had gotten. And she wondered if he realized the details of his life would be fodder for the media again. No way would Derek Kendall's return to town go unnoticed. The irony of course was that Derek used to be part of the media during his days as an award-winning journalist first for NewsTime Magazine as a foreign correspondent and later at the Covington Bay Journal, both of which would undoubtedly be doing stories on Derek and his turbulent history. There was a time when Derek would be leading the pack in broadcasting the woes and miseries of people. Of course Derek's once fabled career in journalism was long over. Judging by the bitter look on Derek's face, he clearly didn't like it now that the shoe was on the other foot.

"Do you know how A.J. is holding up?" Derek asked. He smelled of rain, which was dappled on the beaten up black leather jacket he wore and glistened in his thick and wildly unkempt waves of golden blond hair, gently streaked with grey.

Hillary realized she'd been so caught up in her own families' concerns about Monica that she hadn't noticed how A.J. was doing. "I think he's doing as well as can be expected."

"He must be devastated." Derek sighed. "He and Kevin were very close. They were like brothers. That kind of loss...."

Hillary watched as Derek cut himself off, his lips tightening, his entire body seeming to go rigid, his eyes clouding over. He was clearly thinking of his own loss. Was losing his wife and daughter that fresh, the wounds that raw after all this time had passed? Of course after all that had happened after their deaths, his failed lawsuit against Glenn Dailey, then his legal problems which resulted in five years in prison, maybe he never had time to grieve, to really deal with his loss. Maybe he was as angry and bitter as he was all those years ago, only now he had five years in prison to fuel his rage. That was probably Evan's concern. Now that Hillary thought about it, it worried her too.

"How is your sister?" Derek's question startled Hillary, especially since his gloomy mood shifted with it.

"She's fine, but we we're very lucky. I guess God was looking out for us tonight."

“Actually I thought you had Danny James to thank.”

“I don't get what you mean?”

“Didn't Danny go back into the water and rescue your sister?”

Hillary was growing more and more wary about why Derek was asking about Danny James. Why would he be interested in him? And why did he sound as if he were defending Danny?

“Yes.”

“And he was going to rescue Kevin, but was prevented from doing so by Eric Lassiter.”

“Also true, but I don't get your point.”

“It's just strange is all.” Derek shrugged. “If Danny was the dangerous felon this town thinks, why would he risk his life and his freedom to rescue Kevin and your sister?”

Hillary realized that was a question she had herself. “I don't know. Guilt maybe.”

“Possibly.” Derek paused thoughtfully. “Or maybe it's something else.”

"Like what?"

"The story is that Danny was trying to get away from the police because of some jewels stolen from the Lassiter Estate."

"That's it in a nutshell."

"But Danny did steal those jewels? There's no question about it?"

"I don't know all the details of the case, but that is there a reason why you're asking?"

"Just curious. Still got my reporter’s instinct, I guess." Derek replied.

Hillary didn't have to be a shrink to know there was more to it than that. And that Derek was no going to be forthcoming about what it was.

"Any idea on where A.J. is headed after he leaves the mansion?" Derek asked.

"He's going to join the search." Hillary said. "At least that's what he told Melody."

"That's no surprise. A.J. isn't the type of man to sit around and wait for the phone to ring."

"I suppose not." Hillary sighed.

"I take it you don't approve?" Derek asked.

Hillary found that observation all too intuitive. Derek Kendall was very good at reading people, probably why he'd been such a successful reporter. He, however, was very difficult to figure out. And that made someone like Hillary very uncomfortable.

"My feelings on the subject aren’t important." Hillary answered. "But, I’ll say that A.J.’s not a expert at search and rescue. I can’t imagine how he’d be helpful. And the last thing the Lassiters need is for something to happen to another member of this family."

"A.J.’s pretty resourceful. He’s capable of more than a lot of people might think." Derek noted with admiration for his longtime friend.

"I’m well aware of what A.J. is capable of." Hillary said matter-of-factly.

"I have a feeling you’re not talking about any rescue attempts A.J. might be making." Again Derek was disturbingly perceptive. "Let me guess: you’ve heard what A.J. has done to get me out of jail. And you don't like it."

"Again, what I think really doesn’t matter."

"That’s very diplomatic of you, Dr. Sorensen. You're probably the only person in this town who won't take it upon themselves to express their opinion."

"Surely you can't be surprised by people's reactions. You must of known people would be upset, especially since you've chosen to stay in Covington Bay."

"Well, if the D.A. and the cops have their way I won't be here for long."

"Have they been harassing you?" Hillary was alarmed, thinking of what Evan had said to her.

"They paid me a visit." Derek nodded. "I'm sure it won't be the first time. But, I expect it."

"You expect to be harassed?"

"I have been many things in my life, Dr. Sorensen, but I have never been naive. I knew few would welcome me back to this town with open arms. But, I've learned to deal with whatever life throws at you."

"I imagine the past several years have been difficult." Hillary observed with a touch of sympathy.

"You can’t imagine.” Derek closed his eyes, grimacing. “Well, I better get out of here. I’ve missed A.J. and I certainly can’t go to the Lassiter Estate and catch up with him. Besides this place is starting to get to me. Nice talking to you, Dr. Sorensen. Good night.”

As Derek Kendall disappeared through the hospital exit and into the blackness of the summer night, Hillary realized that this hospital, this very floor in fact, was where Lisa and Susan Kendall had died -- where he'd lost everything in a few horrible minutes. No wonder he looked so uncomfortable and anxious. But that didn’t explain the questions he asked about Danny. What was that all about? Hillary glanced at her watch and realized she should probably get to Monica and get her home. She’d been through a lot and needed some rest. She walked to the elevator, pressing the up button. It had been a heck of a night, she thought. And even though Monica was safe and sound and Nigel wasn’t seriously hurt, with Kevin missing, it wasn’t over.

The doors slid open and Hillary stepped onto the elevator, the doors quickly closing behind her. As they did, Derek appeared at the entrance of the hospital, peering hesitantly inside before stepping forward. A grim look on his face, he re-entered the hospital.

* * * * * *

Max Sheppard slipped into A.J. Lassiter's condo, closing the door quietly behind him. He slipped the lock pick kit into back pocket of his snug fitting jeans, his thick fingers grabbed a small penlight that was there. He switched the light on, eager to get this task done and over with. All he had to do was grab the bug and get out. Then he could have some fun, fun in the form of a willing and beautiful woman. This little bit of a town didn’t have much, but there were pretty girls worldwide. Max was starting to wonder if should have accepted this gig as member of Victor’s team. Sure he was well paid and his digs at the penthouse were great. But except for the planting (and now retrieving) of the bug, Victor hadn’t had him do much. None of his finer talents had been put to use. Max was used to much more exciting jobs… and more exciting places to do it in. He was used to action and he was starting to go a little stir crazy. Getting laid would take the edge off, at least for a little while. Max shined the flashlight near the table where the bug was hidden. As he stepped towards it, the doorknob started to rattle. Damn! Max couldn't believe, someone was coming in. It was happening again! Max bolted across the room and slipped into a closet near the bedroom. He left the door open a crack, snapping off his penlight, so he could see who it was as his hand reached for his 9mm Luger, pulling it where he’d hidden it in the ankle holster underneath his jeans.

A.J. Lassiter walked into his apartment, closing the door behind him. He flipped the overhead light on, illuminating the room. He still couldn’t believe what Jake had told him. Someone had planted a bug in his apartment. Worse, Eric knew about it, but said nothing. But why would Eric keep something like this to himself? Didn’t he realize that by not saying anything he could be putting his own brother in danger? A.J. knew that things were bad between he and Eric and had gotten worse over the past few weeks, but to stand by and say and do nothing while disaster loomed showed how bad things were. The sad part was A.J. wished his brother aberrant behavior surprised him, but it didn't. A.J. was sad to realize that there was little his younger brother wasn't capable of, especially if it caused or inflicted pain on others. A.J. wanted to believe there was some feeling between them, if for no other reason that they shared the same blood, but he realized he and Eric had never been close, not even as children. Still, A.J. did love his brother, even if he didn’t like him very much. Clearly those feelings only went one way. But A.J. couldn’t be concerned about that right now; he had other worries.

He got down on his knees near the table where Jake said the bug had been planted, reached underneath and pulled out the device. It was incredibly small and very sophisticated, no doubt top of the line. Whoever planted it spared no expense. But who was responsible? A.J.’s first thought was that it was Victor Markham in order to keep tabs on him regarding the search for Reilly and Slade. A.J. could understand that, whether Victor’s motives behind wanting to find the pair was to clean up his messy reputation or silence potential witnesses. Of course Reilly and Slade were dead… or that’s what Victor was claiming. A.J. wouldn’t believe it until he looked into it himself. As for the bug, Victor wouldn’t be the only person who’d want to plant it. A.J. knew he had a lot of enemies, either personal or professional. It could involve Lassiter Pharmaceuticals, which has a huge stockholders meeting coming up or maybe a rival journalist looking to steal a story. That brought Patricia to mind. She'd made it clear that she wanted to compete with A.J. at this profession. She had no problem lying when it suited her, would she stoop this low to get a leg up? Frankly though a lot of people could have done this for a lot of reasons. The last thing A.J. needed was another mystery in his life, but it looked as if he had it anyway.

As he stood, his back to the closet where Max Sheppard impatiently hid, the reporter’s cell phone rang. He looked at phone number on the phone view screen. It was Jake, probably calling out of concern. A.J. answered the phone. “Hey, Jake.”

“A.J., what happened?” Jake asked. “Did you find the bug?”

“Yeah. It was right where you said.” A.J. reported.

“I’m sorry, A.J..” Jake sighed. “I should’ve told you right away.”

“Jake, there’s no need to apologize. You trusted my brother’s word. We’ve all tried to give him the benefit of the doubt and came to regret it.”

Jake’s sigh registered how disappointed he truly was. “So what now?”

“For now I should do a quick sweep of my place.” A.J. thought aloud. “This might not be the only bug.”

“You could have a point.” Jake agreed. “I’d come over and help, but I’ve got to wrap things up here and then head over to the hospital.”

“No problem. I can handle this myself.” A.J. said.

Max gritted his teeth, his grip tightening on his weapon. He barely avoided having to take out A.J.’s girlfriend the last time he was here and she almost caught him. But Lassiter might not be so lucky. Victor wouldn’t like it; he’d be furious since he clearly had plans for A.J.. But Max couldn’t get caught, he couldn’t let anyone see him. If Lassiter had to die to prevent that, it was just the way things had to be. Max slowly pushed the door open, stepping out behind A.J., the gun leveled at the back of the man’s head.

Jake paced the floor in the library of the Lassiter Estate. “So, are you going to tell me what this is all about? Who bugged your place? Was it Markham? Someone else? A.J.? A.J.?”

There was nothing but silence on the other end of the line. Cursing, Jake realized A.J. had hung up on him. He hung up and dialed again. There was one ring before the phone went to voice mail.

“What is going on over there?” Jake’s lips pursed into a grim line. “I don’t like this, I don’t like this at all!”

* * * * * *

There was some things that thankfully, Det. Angela Sorensen thought, never changed. The Black and Blue was one of them. It was a typical night in the bar; noisy, crowded, and filled with off duty cops. The air was thick with the scent of booze and cigarettes; the floor was littered with peanut shells. The throng of policemen were indulging in a number of activities, ranging from having a drink or two, playing darts or pool or watching various sports events on the number of televisions that were strategically placed in the bar. People could watch the Cards and the Cubs in another battle of the classic rivals, check out the Steelers rout the Bears in a special mid-week game or groan as the Covington Bay Cavaliers, the city’s minor league team lost yet another game. Angela and Daphne walked in, Angela waving and greeting several people as she and Daphne make their way to an open spot at the bar. Angela loved this place and had a lot of good times over her career as a police officer. One reason why was Rusty Stone. The voluptuous, amply endowed woman was here as always, wiping down the bar.

“Hey, Rusty.” Angela greeted.

Rusty grinned and with a toss of her wild curls of russet brown hair, leaned over the bar and planted a kiss on Angela’s cheek, leaving a smudge of bright orange lipstick, then wiped it away just as quickly. “Angie, how you doin’? You haven’t been here in weeks. I was starting to think you’d forgotten all about me.”

“Do you really think I could forget my favorite bartender?” Angela tossed her purse on the top of the bar, which was scarred with glass rings, cigarette burns and other grooves and pits caused by any number of objects.

“You mean the one who gives you the most free drinks?” Rusty noted, crossing her fleshy arms.

“Why do you think you’re my favorite?” Angela shared a healthy laugh with the middle aged woman. “I’m sorry I haven’t been around, but work is keeping me jumping.”

“I heard you had invaded the boy’s club in Homicide.” Rusty nodded. “You showing those fellas how to do the job?”

“I’m doing my best.” Angela said.

Rusty leaned on the bar. “Which means you’re kicking ass.”

“Like I said, I’m doing my best.” Angela turned to Daphne. “Rusty, this is Daphne Williamson. Daphne, this is Rusty Stone. And if you haven’t guessed she owns this dump.”

“And proud of it.” Rusty’s mossy green eyes, heavily made up with big slashes of blue mascara gleamed with delight. She held out a plump hand. “How you doing, Daphne?”

“Pretty good.” Daphne’s hand was shaken enthusiastically. “It’s nice to meet you.”

“Nice to meet you too.” Rusty returned. “You a cop? I thought I knew all the blues in this town.”

“I’m not a cop.” Daphne shook her head. “I’m in the medical examiner's office.”

“Well, welcome to the Black and Blue.” Rusty greeted. “What can I get you ladies?”

“White wine for me.” Daphne ordered.

“I’ll have a beer.” Angela held up a finger.

“You got it.” Rusty said with a grin as she walked away.

“Her last name is Stone.” Daphne noted. “She related to Capt. Stone?”

“Her brother in law.” Angela replied. “She was married to Conrad Stone. He used to be police captain.”

“Really?” Daphne found that interesting. “Where is he now?”

“Dunno. After he and Rusty got a divorce, the guy quit his job and left town. We had a few captains after that until the current Captain Stone got the job. I don’t thing anyone has heard from Conrad Stone since.”

“Why is that?”

“No one seems to know, but it must’ve been something pretty bad. Our captain never talks about him and neither does Rusty.” Angela leaned a curvy hip against the bar, reached into her purse and pulled out a pack of cigarettes. “I can’t believe you’ve never been here before. It’s right across the street from the station.”

“I know, but I’m not a cop.” Daphne said as Angela tapped out a cigarette, then held out the pack to Daphne, who shook her head no.

Angela tossed the pack on the bar. “But you work with the CBPD every day. A lot of people from the M.E.’s office hang out here.”

“True, but I guess I haven’t had gotten to know the people I work with yet.” Daphne pulled over an empty bar stool and plopped onto it while Angela fished her lighter out of her purse and lit her cigarette.

“Why not?” Angela dropped the lighter next to half empty pack of cigarettes as she pulled over an ashtray which held a few snuffed out butts. “I know some of the guys and gals down there; they can be a lot of fun. “

“I suppose. They seem nice, I just…” She was interrupted by Rusty’s arrival with their drinks. The ladies took them, thanking the older woman, who smiled heartily in response before ambling off to take care of another group of customers at the end of the bar.

“Cheers.” Angela held up her long necked bottle of beer and she and Daphne clinked glasses. “So, you were saying?”

“The people I work with seem nice,” Daphne watched as Angela took a healthy swallow of her beer. “But I guess I’ve been so busy there hasn’t been time to hang out and get to know anyone.”

“You don’t have a little time for fun?” Angela flicked her ashes into the ash tray, then took another long, deep drag. “Life is too short. There’s always time for a good time.”

“I haven’t been in the mood for a good time lately, I guess.” Daphne sipped her wine as Angela made a point of exhaling away from Daphne.

“Because of your breakup with Darian Jackson?” Angela’s question got a startled look from the medical examiner and the cop immediately looked nonplussed. “I’m sorry. I guess that was kind of blunt. Sometimes I don’t take myself out of cop mode.”

“It’s okay… it’s okay.” Daphne waved her hand. “You’re honest and I can appreciate that.”

“So is your breakup the reason why you’ve become a hermit?”

“There’s that honesty again.” Daphne noted. “But the answer is yes, I guess.”

“And you think that’s a good idea? You don’t think it’s time that you got on with your life… gone out and met people?”

“It’s only been a few months since Darian and I broke up. And it’s taking a little time to get over it.” Daphne’s pain was palpable, sadness clouding over her expression. “After all, we were literally minutes away from getting married.”

“So I’ve heard.” Angela recalled Melody, who had attended the non-wedding, telling her all about it. “He left you standing at the altar, didn’t he?”