himself attracted to Detective Stephanie Callahan, the
LAPD cop assigned to Troy's murder and Scott Kelly's
beating. Stephanie, hiding a secret from her past
in New York City, gave him the cold shoulder. An
ex-con named Kyle Fenwick arrived in town, secretly
meeting with T.T. and alerting him to the fact that
he was planning revenge against David Jennings for setting
him up, and Stephanie for sending him to prison. Stephanie
panicked when she learned Kyle had been parolled from
prison. Stormy flew to New York to try to get
Kelly to come back, but she refused. Benji and
Sierra made love on the beach after she found Malcolm
in bed with Angela Warner. Later, Sierra told
him it was a mistake and went back to school in New
York. Fed up with Benji's troublemaking, Suzanne
vowed that she would turn him into a decent human being.
Brett was devastated after signing the papers
to have Heather committed to an instution in San Francisco.
Miranda spotted Eddie with Quinn Rainer, an old girlfriend
from high school, and became immediately jealous. David
sold his forty percent of Sunset Studios to Brooke.
When Jackie found out, she flew to Paris and married
Nathan in prison in order to get his ten percent shares
in the company. Alex, upset that she'd alienated
her family, began taking pills to mask her emotional
pain. After moving into a new apartment, she took
too many pills and fell unconscious.
the full season four recap here
Power, Revenge, Murder"
Feeling her way
through the dark, she stumbled from room to room. A single beam of light cut through the
blackness, guiding her way. When she
finally came to the fuse box, she pried it open with perfectly manicured
hands. As if she had any mechanical
knowledge at all, she pointed the flashlight at the rows of switches and levers
and inspected them carefully.
“Do you know what
you’re doing?” asked her client.
“Of course,” she
lied, turning a few switches and cringing when nothing happened. This was the last time she conducted business
at night. Being a realtor in L.A. was hard enough
without the occasional power outage. She
could sense her client losing confidence.
“It doesn’t look like a blackout,” her client, Kyle
Fenwick said when he glanced through the floor to ceiling windows and saw that
the rest of the city had power. “Besides,
I smell smoke.”
swallowed hard, snaking her light across the expansive living room. This was by far the worst showing she’d had
all month. It beat the barking Dobermans
at the house in Brentwood, and the dead seal that washed up on the shore of the
house in Malibu. She'd only made commission twice this month,
and this latest fiasco wasn’t going to push her to her goal.
I know you’re going to love this place,” she said, all business, sniffing out
the source of the burning smell. “It’s
the most luxurious high-rise in Beverly
look at the square footage.”
would if I could see it,” Kyle said succinctly.
“But I told you I wanted a place on the beach. I’m not interested in living in a high-rise
in Beverly Hills.”
refused to let his complaining stop her from making the sale. She’d sold the place next door just days ago
and it was the easiest sale of her career.
If she could sell to an actress of her legendary status then she could
certainly sell to this guy.
that?” Kyle asked, taking the flashlight from her and aiming it at the wall
outlet across the room. “There’s smoking
coming through there. This place is on
fire,” he added grimly.
Are you sure?”
and it’s coming from the unit next door.” He took her by the arm and led her
through the darkness to the door.
Sitting alone in
the dark on the floor in her half-furnished apartment in a Beverly Hills high-rise, Alex Reynolds hugged
her knees to her chest, sipping from a glass of vodka. In
her hand was a picture of a young Stormy and Miranda;
another of a baby only days old. Beside her, her trusty bottle of muscle
relaxers which was now empty. They were
the only things that were getting her through the last few days. She’d lost track of how many she’d taken
that day. When they ran out, she
substituted with Vicodin, which seemed to do the trick, but only for a few
fleeting hours. Once they wore off, she
was back to feeling like the lowest person on earth.
Her eyes felt
droopy and her limbs felt like they weighed a thousand pounds each. She craved sleep. Slowly, she faded in and out of
consciousness. Maybe she’d taken too
many pills? Maybe the vodka wasn’t
helping. What if she didn’t wake
up? Who would find her in the
morning? No one even knew where her new
apartment was. Not Miranda, not Jordan. No one.
Unable to fight it
any longer, she closed her eyes. Moments
later, she slumped to the floor on her side.
Beside her, the spilled glass of vodka seeped into the carpet, spread to
the wall behind her, and sparked an electrical surge inside the wall
outlet. The lights flickered on and
from the wall into the apartment.
Kyle and the realtor stood outside in the
hall, pounding on the door in hopes of finding someone home. If there was, they’d have to be warned.
“I sold this place a couple of days ago,”
Ivana said, looking panicked. “I might
still have a key.” With that, she pulled
a mammoth key ring from her purse and fumbled through dozens of identical
Kyle flashed her an incredulous look
before standing back and kicking the door wide open. Once inside, he could see the haze of smoke
in the air, and the crumpled body of a woman lying across the room.
Quickly, he darted over and knelt down
beside Alex, searching for a pulse in her wrist. It was very weak. “Call an ambulance,” he said to Ivana before
racing back into the hall and pulling a fire extinguisher from the wall. Aiming it at the wall outlet, he pulled the
handle and got the fire out before it spread further.
After making the call, Ivana looked at him
and said very seriously, “so, what do you think of the apartment?”
At six a.m., David Jennings was already
nearing the end of his daily five-mile run up and down Malibu Beach. He loved keeping in shape and it showed. Strong calf muscles, rock hard abs, and a
defined upper torso. He was
thirty-seven, movie-star handsome, with jet-black hair, rugged features, and
majorly wealthy. Inherited from his
father was a portfolio of luxurious hotels, casinos, and resorts. His newest, a mega-resort called Moonshadows,
had opened less than a year ago just a few miles down the coast.
David lived in an ultra-modern house in Malibu complete with a
glimmering swimming pool, a fully loaded gym, a state-of-the art theatre, and a
six car garage which housed several expensive foreign sports cars. When he reached the end of his run, he jogged
up to the patio and grabbed a bottle of water from his outdoor kitchen. After swallowing half in several eager gulps,
his attention turned to the sound of his cell phone ringing. It was his mother calling from her suite at
“Finally,” he said after answering, still
in bated breath. “Care to tell me where
“I had to take care of some business,”
Jacqueline - or Jackie as she was better known – Lamont replied from the
expansive terrace that jutted out from her room. “Don’t tell me you were worried about your
“After that blowup the other day at Sunset
Studios I wasn’t sure what you might do.
You have to admit you can be kind of impetuous, Mother.” He knew she wasn’t pleased that he’d sold
his forty percent of the studio to Brooke, his half-sister, the product of his
father’s affair with Roz Taylor. That,
coupled with Jackie’s belief that she was the rightful owner of the studio,
hadn’t sat well with her.
“Me?” she asked coyly. “Never.”
David rolled his eyes. “So where were you? What kind of business?”
“You’ll find out,” she said
secretively. “I’m sure I’ll talk to you
“Are you dismissing me?” he asked,
purposely needling her.
“Yes, David, I am,” she said and clicked
off her phone.
Laughing, David snapped his phone shut and
turned to the door. It was good to know
that at her age, his mother hadn’t lost her penchant for the dramatics. He supposed it was part of her charm.
Attached to the patio door with a thin
strip of tape was a small white envelope, his name inscribed beautifully on the
he found a small Cartier card with one simple word scrawled on the front. Money. On the back the mysterious invitation
continued. Tonight. Eight o’clock. Blackthorne mansion.
Was it an invitation to James’ special
screening of Angel Assassin 2 at his
house tonight? He’d already gotten the
verbal invite. Maybe this was a
formality. Whatever. He’d already told James he’d be there. He walked inside and threw it on the counter
with his phone.
The restaurant at the Beverly Wilshire was
known for its world famous breakfast, so James Blackthorne frequented it
often. The hostess led him to a private
booth, poured two steaming cups of hot coffee, and asked if he’d like to
order. He told her he’d wait until his
guest returned from the powder room.
While he waited, he studied the menu carefully, although he already knew
what he was going to order. Eggs
Benedict. He always ordered eggs
Benedict at the Beverly Wilshire. It was
the best in town.
At forty-eight, James was a distinguished
looking man with a shock of thick brown hair and coal eyes. Tall and statuesque, he oozed Hollywood power and influence. As part owner of Sunset Studios, he was
recognized everywhere he went by the most prominent people in the
owner. The phrase had a particularly
bitter feel to it. Until recently, he’d
been sole owner, having shaped the
studio over the decades into what it now was.
Not that sharing control with his ex-wife was a terrible thing - he’d rather it be her than any stranger
with ulterior motives. Brooke had its
best interests at heart. Once she was up
to snuff on some specifics, she’d be a powerful partner. Still, he couldn’t help but feel like a
failure for letting total control slip through his fingers in the first place.
Heads turned when Renee DeWitt walked in,
clad in a lime green Versace creation with plenty of daring cleavage. James stood up respectfully as she approached. Conversations stopped as people observed this
vibrant black woman with stunning good looks.
Renee was not a movie star but she looked every bit the part. She was forty-seven, classically beautiful
with clouds of black curls framing her face.
“Sorry, had to powder my nose,” she said
and took her seat across from him.
“Understood. Do you know what you’d like to order?"
“Eggs Benedict, of course,” she said when
the waiter approached.
“Two,” James said and handed their menus
to him. “Are you coming to the
screening at the house tonight?” he asked once they were alone.
“Of course,” she singsonged. “I live there, remember? No excuse not to.”
The subject caused Renee to teeter off in
another direction. “If I’m in the way
there, you can always say so. Don’t
worry about hurting my feelings. I can
always call Ivana and have her find me a house.
I was going to eventually anyway.”
“Don’t be ridiculous,” James
admonished. “You’re one of my best
friends. I love having you at the
mansion. Besides, we’re not exactly cramped
for space as you may have noticed.”
“If you say so. But the earthquake was months ago. It’s time I should find my own place. I don’t want to overstay my welcome.”
“Enough,” James huffed. Truthfully, since his divorce from Alex, and
then from Brooke, he welcomed another adult in the house. It balanced the occasional childish antics
from Stormy and Miranda, his spirited children. Speaking of children, “how is Sierra? All settled back into school?”
“Yes she is,” she replied, sipping her
coffee. “And I already miss her. I worry about her so much. I didn’t realize how impressionable she was
until this last visit. I hate seeing her
hurt. I just want to protect her all the
“But you can’t. I go through the same thing with Stormy and
Miranda and they’re halfway to thirty.”
“Great,” she said, rolling her expressive
brown eyes in an exaggerated fashion.
The hostess appeared again, this time
handing James a small white envelope.
“This was just left for you, Mr. Blackthorne.”
“Thank you.” He smiled cordially and glanced curiously at
Renee. “I wonder what it is.”
“Looks like an invitation,” Renee
He slid out a small white card and read
the single word printed on the front. Power.
On the back was Tonight. Eight
“Odd,” he said, turning the card over in
his hand a few times. “An invitation to
my own house? What’s this supposed to
“Does it say who it’s from?”
“No,” James replied, all casual. He stuffed it in his pocket and grinned as
their food came.
“Well aren’t you curious?” Renee asked, folding her napkin in her lap.
“Not especially,” he said, shoving a
forkful of eggs Benedict in his mouth.
“Probably from one of the people involved with the film. Dig in.
They’ve outdone themselves this time.”
inside from the terrace, Jackie Blackthorne fanned her skin with a envelope. It was mid-August in Southern California and they were experiencing something
of a heat wave. She slid out of her
robe, revealing a stunning two-piece bikini underneath. If anyone had told her that at sixty years
old she’d still be able to pull off a two-piece bathing suit she’d have thought
they were crazy. But with help from her
favorite plastic surgeon, a great trainer, and a steady diet of no carbs and no
fat, she looked better than she had at forty.
doorbell caught her attention and she stalked across the room, her high-heeled
Jimmy Choo’s digging into the thick pile carpet. She pulled the door open with a flourish,
smiling at the young man standing in the hall.
taken care of,” he said, unable to take his eyes off of her firm and toned
body. He couldn’t believe his luck
landing a job as her gofer. “Anything
Steven. I have one more delivery for you
to make,” Jackie said and handed him the white envelope. “This one is very important. It must get there without fail.”
got it, Mrs. Blackthorne,” Steven, the eager, energetic young man said, taking the
envelope from her and turning back down the hallway.
the door, Jackie clamped down on one long shiny fingernail as she strolled
across the room. She was positively
giddy with excitement. In just a few
short hours she would finally be on her way to getting everything she wanted.
admitted to Cedars-Sinai
the night before, Alex was taken to intensive care where her stomach was pumped
and she’d been put on a breathing apparatus.
Dr. Noel Farraday, a longtime friend and personal physician of Alex’s,
had done his best to keep the star’s hospitalization from the media. So far it had worked. The young man who had brought her in
deposited her to the emergency room and then vanished. A call came in later inquiring about her
condition. Dr. Farraday assumed it was
the young man.
When the actress awoke early in the
morning, they asked her if there was anyone she wanted them to contact. In her disconnected state, she muttered a
soft “No,” and then fell back asleep.
sunrise, she was still groggy, but could finally keep her eyelids open. The nurse brought her a tray of egg whites,
dry toast, and a cup of fruit. After
taking her vitals, she left her to her breakfast.
Reynolds. Revered actress, wife, and
mother. She was a dazzling glamour queen
with massive lashes, resplendent auburn hair, and taut, toned skin. She held on to the belief that forty was the
new twenty, and at forty-seven, she rivaled many of the young bombshells who
traveled to Hollywood
in search of stardom. Even with her
washed out, makeup-free face and flattered hair as she lay in her hospital bed,
she put others to shame.
despite her appearance, she had never felt more alone in her life. No amount of beauty could change that. Her children, both in their mid twenties,
wanted nothing to do with her. Her first
husband, once a valued confidant, had renewed his detest for her. And most recently, her current husband had
served her with divorce papers.
what was a woman in her position to do but turn to medicating herself? It was perfectly harmless. She didn’t even remember how many pills she’d
taken the night before, or how much alcohol she’d washed them down with. Now she felt foolish. She refused to let anyone know what she’d
to her surprise, Ivana Austin-Brown paid her a visit while she attempted to
swallow a piece of wheat toast. How did
her realtor know she was in the hospital?
gave us quite a scare last night,” Ivana said, setting her purse on the
chair. “I’m so glad you’re okay. I want you to know that I took care of the
smoke damage in your apartment. And I’m
having an electrician take a look at the wiring.” She flashed a guilty smile. “I should have probably known that it needed electrical
work before I sold it to you.”
damage?” Alex asked. She was beyond
night. Water or something came in
contact with some faulty wiring and starting an electrical fire in your
apartment. Luckily I was showing the
place next door when it happened and we smelled the smoke. I hate to think what would have happened if
no one had been there.”
was all news to Alex, but she was grateful.
“Well, thank you, Ivana. If
there’s anything I can do to repay you-“
wasn’t just me,” she said expressively.
“My client broke down the door and gave you CPR until the paramedics
arrived. He was the true hero.”
like to thank him. Who is he?”
realtor winced with a shrug. “He prefers
anonymity. But I’ll tell him for you.”
sighed and leaned back against her pillow.
She felt ridiculous for having caused such a stir. “I don’t even remember what happened.”
found the empty bottles of pills,” Ivana told her. “Alex, is everything okay?”
could read the look in the woman’s eyes and it infuriated her. “I know what you’re thinking, but I did not
take those pills on purpose. I just lost
track of how many I’d taken.”
of course,” Ivana claimed unconvincingly.
“That’s exactly what I thought.”
Alex knew she didn’t believe her. “Just
please don’t tell anyone about this,” she told her. “I just want to forget it ever happened.”
Covering her mouth with her
hands, Ivana winced again. “Oh, was I
not supposed to tell anyone?”
Sitting on the deck
of his forty foot yacht while docked at the marina, Jordan Rydell felt completely
at ease. The sun was shining, the
seagulls were flying about, and he had a cooler of his favorite beer at his
side. What more could anyone want? Dressed in shorts, a t-shirt, and a Lakers
cap, he sunned himself on the deck while closing his eyes from behind Dolce
& Gabbana blackout shades. He had a stocky
build, dirty blond hair and a deep suntan.
Once a favorite with hookers and Hollywood
hopefuls, he’d spent the last four years in and out of marriage to Alex
producer and CEO of Rydell Productions, had spent the better part of the last
year in constant turmoil, starting with his daughter, Heather, suffering a
mental breakdown and being shipped off to an institution. Being faced with the return of his ex-wife,
and the disillusion of his marriage to his current wife, he barely had enough
energy left for his son, who was nineteen and had plenty of attitude, who
appeared to have been on a mission to destroy him for a clouded view of his
With all of that behind
him, and now in his late forties, Jordan was tired. Tired of trying to hold his family together,
tired of trying to compete with studios mega times the size of his, and tired
of trying to please everyone. What he
wanted now was to sit, relax, and enjoy himself.
He removed his
sunglasses when a shadow loomed above, shielding his eyes from the sun and
gazed at Suzanne Rogers, his ex-wife, as she boarded the deck of the
might have gone missing," she said.
"You didn't come back to the house last night after we got home
from San Francisco."
Where his daughter now resided in said mental institution. He hadn't felt like going home. Instead he spent the night on his yacht, the
only place he felt like he could get away from the madness.
needed to be alone. Besides, it seemed
like you had your hands full with Benji," he said. "Nice outburst, by the way. Was it for real?"
"Yes it was
for real,” Suzanne admonished. “I have
every intention of turning him into a decent human being, but I can’t do it
alone. I need your help, Jordan, and I
can’t do that when you’re off in your man cave.”
He slipped his
shades back on and laid back onto his lounger.
“Sorry, you’re going to have to.”
“Excuse me?” she
Suzanne Rogers was
forty-six with long locks of chestnut hair that framed her narrow face. Jordan remembered why he’d fallen
in love with her as a teenager. Her tall
frame and athletic figure were enough of a turn on, but she still exhibited
enough femininity to challenge even the most willful of men. Ethereal and soft spoken, she was a sharp
contrast to many Hollywood stars.
“I’ve spent the
last year dealing with Benji and his antics.
Now that you’re back I figure it’s your turn.”
This isn’t charades, Jordan,
this is our son we’re talking about. He
needs both of his parents to teach him right from wrong. He nearly killed a man with a baseball
bat. I can’t take that on myself. Don’t turn your back on him, or on me.”
“I’m not turning my
back on either of you. I’ll be here just
like I always have. Good ol’ Jordan to the
rescue. But I haven’t been able to get
through to him. The first time I saw a
glimpse of humanity in him was the other day when you went off on him. I’m saying maybe you should keep trying. You may be exactly what he needs to snap out
of this rage he’s in.”
Suzanne threw her
hands up in resignation. “Meanwhile
you’re spending all day on your yacht getting hammered.”
He shook his head
stubbornly. “No, I’m also golfing
you been?” Miranda Blackthorne demanded, stony-faced. “I waited at home for you all morning. I thought you were coming straight there from
her brother, Stormy replied as he hovered over Brooke Taylor’s shoulder in her
new office at Sunset Studios. “I was
anxious to get back to work so I came straight here.”
pursed her lips into a pout. “Well I
needed to talk to you,” she said. “It’s
important. It’s about Eddie.”
you what. Let me help Brooke get her
computer situated and then we’ll talk.
right,” she said, still uptight.
Blackthorne was a feisty young woman of twenty-four who sometimes acted her age
and sometimes didn’t. Her father, James,
would still refer to her as his baby.
Other men, like David Jennings and Brett Armstrong, who knew her
intimately, would see her as a grown woman – with the occasional bout of bratty
selfishness. But who didn’t have days
like that? A rare beauty, Miranda had a well-toned
body, long black hair, high cheekbones and stood five feet six inches
tall. A scar on her left cheek served as
a bitter reminder of the earthquake that had burned her severely. James had of course flown in the best plastic
surgeon in the country, who did a miraculous job of repairing the damage. Within a few months, and after multiple laser
treatments, she was promised that the scar would be barely visible.
you press update and it sends
everything to the server,” Stormy was saying, still hovering behind Brooke at
her desk. “Got it?”
of cake,” she said with a smile as she swiveled around in her chair. She fixed her aquamarine eyes on her
surroundings, quite pleased with herself for diving head first into her new
venture. Six months ago she would have
never thought she’d be co-owner of a major motion picture studio. She’d gone from selling lipstick and
foundation in a department store, to doing stage makeup for Sunset Studios, to
being a full time mom. Now, with money
left to her from Ethan’s estate, she could do so much more. And did she ever have plans. She was smart, savvy, drop dead beautiful
with long blond hair and luscious lips. At
only thirty years old, she had her whole life in front of her.
told me you bought David’s shares,” Miranda spoke up. “I think that’s great, Brooke. Ethan would have been happy.”
think so too,” she said, beaming. “I’m
counting on Stormy here to catch me up to speed on everything. I don’t want James to think I’m deadweight.”
with me and you’ll be fine,” Ryan "Stormy" Blackthorne joked.
He was broodingly handsome; jet black hair, dark eyes, and a strong jaw
line. A tight, fit body that was stamped
with multiple tattoos lent him a kind of rebellious nature. Those who knew him best, however, knew he
was nothing if not caring and considerate.
what’s going on with you and Eddie?” Brooke asked Miranda, gulping down her
second cup of strong black coffee. “He
is such a sweetheart. I hope this thing
works out between you.”
might if he wasn’t already playing around on me.”
Stormy inquired, his eyes wide. “Quinn
looks that way.”
a minute,” Brooke asked, hoping to get caught up to date. “Who’s Quinn Rainer?”
girl we went to high school with,” Stormy answered. “She and Eddie dated for a while. Apparently they’ve been seeing each other.”
mouth gaped open in shock. “No! That doesn’t seem possible. Eddie isn’t a two-timer.”
chuckled. “You don’t know Eddie,” he
shot him a cool stare and folded her arms angrily. “It’s true, Brooke. I saw them outside a store on Rodeo Drive, and
then again in Eddie’s office. They were
drinking wine and everything.”
considering the possibilities, Stormy decided there had to be more to it. “No, Eddie may have been a ladies man in the
past, but I know how he feels about you, little sister. And Quinn Rainer is no home wrecker. There’s got to be something else going on.”
what?” Miranda demanded.
either one could offer up another scenario, James swooped into the office and
spotted them all gathered around Brooke’s desk.
“Good morning everyone,” he said, kissing Miranda on the forehead and
giving Stormy a firm pat on the shoulder.
“Welcome back, son. How was New York?”
ask,” Stormy quipped.
taken. James swiftly changed subjects
while handing Brooke a small white envelope.
“This was left for you at the reception desk. You can open it but I have a feeling I
already know what it is.”
is it?” Brooke asked, opening the envelope and inspecting the cryptic
inscription on the front. Revenge. She turned it over to the opposite
side. “I don’t get it. It’s an invitation to your house tonight. Does this have to do with the private
beginning to think it does,” James groaned.
“I got one of these myself.”
wants to get our attention,” James decided, “and they plan on revealing
For the second day
Brett Armstrong was running late, and late was not an option because his
father-in-law, whom he also worked for, was taking a leave of absence, leaving
him in charge of Rydell Productions.
Violet, his nine
month old baby, had fussed and cried all morning, refused to take her bottle,
spit up on his cashmere blazer, and turned the small kitchen in his marina
condo into a disaster area. On top of
that, the nanny he’d just hired through a service didn’t show up. Finally, after getting his infant daughter
to eat something, she fell asleep in his arms.
Brett walked slowly to the bassinette in the next room and placed her
Staring down at her
tuft of blond hair and tiny fingers, he became quite relaxed again. All the trouble, all the late starts, and all
the spit up in the world was worth it to him when he looked at his baby
girl. His baby girl. He’d never
had anyone count on him before, and he liked it. Anyone except for Heather, that is. In their two year marriage they’d weathered
many storms, culminating with her eventual breakdown. After being programmed for over a year by
Victor Distefano, madman, she’d finally snapped. The truth about Suzanne and about Heather’s
accident and operation were out, but the damage had taken its toll. She would be locked up in an institution in San Francisco for the
next eighteen months. It had only been
two days and he was already ready for her to come back. Violet needed her. He
replacement nanny was supposedly on her way, so Brett quickly went to change
out of his soiled clothes. Standing in
his closet, he stripped off his shirt to reveal a tight, sculpted body and six
pack abs. He was thirty-one and
boy-next-door handsome with thick blond hair, blue eyes, and a deep
suntan. He was next-in-charge of Rydell
struggling movie studio.
the doorbell rang, he uttered a sigh of relief and swooped into the next
room. As he pulled open the door, he was
startled to find Marilee Wells-Walker standing in the hall, a wickedly
seductive smile on her full, jammy red lips.
came to see if there’s anything you need,” said the fifty-year old business
dynamo. She was in spectacular shape for
her age, stunning in her own right, with short blond hair and ample
cleavage. Despite the trouble her
late-husband, Congressman Walker, had caused, she kept his name because of the
connections it provided her.
me?” he asked incredulously, then shook his head. “Marilee, I was expecting the nanny. I’m major late.”
gestured down the hallway and offered an unapologetic giggle. “She was just here. I sent her away.”
what?” Brett exclaimed, dashing into the hallway to see if he could catch
replacement nanny. When he saw that the
elevator doors were closed and the hall was empty, he sighed and leaned against
the wall. “Why would you do that?”
I’m here to offer my assistance,” Marilee told him, tugging at the straps on
her beige custom camisole. “I happen to
be a whiz with kids. True, I don’t have
any of my own, but trust me, kids adore me.”
crissake!” he said, frustrated and angry.
“I’m not playing around here. I
have to go to work and I’m not leaving my daughter with….you.”
be like that.” She followed him back
inside the condo. Her eyes traveled up
and down his bare torso. “I want to
he said dismissively, wondering if the service would even consider sending a
third replacement nanny after he’d inadvertently wasted their time. He was stuck.
He and Marilee had
had plenty of hot, steamy sex while she was married to Seth. It was the only reason Seth hired him to work
for him – to keep his wife occupied while he robbed her blind. It hadn’t taken long for her to learn that
Heather was temporarily out of the picture.
He could tell by the hungry look in her eyes that she was after more
than a babysitting gig.
She came up behind
him and began massaging his shoulders.
“Poor man all alone with a baby to look after. It’s going to be nothing but bottle feedings
and diaper changes for some time to come.
Why don’t you let me relieve some of that pressure?”
He closed his eyes,
unable to deny how good her hands felt on his stiff neck and shoulders. No way would he let it go further. He was still married, and he loved his
wife. Eighteen months would fly by. The old Brett would have jumped at the chance
to reconnect with a hot piece of ass like Marilee, but not the new Brett.
“This is a bad
idea,” he finally said, turning to face her.
She licked her lips
and stripped off her camisole. “I can’t
think of a better idea,” she purred, leading him to the sofa and straddling
him. “I can’t send you off to work in
“No, really, I’m
fine.” Despite his best efforts, he
instantly grew hard.
protests, she reached behind her and undid a clasp, her mammoth breasts
tumbling out of her white satin bra. “You
keep saying that but I don’t believe you,” she whispered in his ear, teasing
him by allowing her erect nipples to dance across his bare chest.
hands went to cup her breasts. No sooner
had they made contact did he quickly lift her off of him and expertly slid out
from beneath her.
“I can’t, I’m
sorry,” he said, perspiring from the temptation. “I’m married and I love my wife.”
“But we always had
such a great time-“ Marilee began, slipping her bra back on.
“Yes, and I’ll
cherish them always.” He shoved her
camisole over to her and ushered her to the door. “But you’re going to have to go,
Marilee. I’m sorry.”
“What about your
“I’ll think of
something,” he said, quickly closing the door between them.
That was a close
call, he thought, leaning against the door and struggling to catch his breath.
Thanks to Ivana,
news of Alex’s alleged attempted suicide hit the media at noon that day. Every news station broke into programming
with special bulletins. A throng of
reporters gathered on the grounds of Cedars-Sinai. When James, Stormy and Miranda arrived, they
were chased all the way to the doors, microphones thrust at them from every
“Did you know your
ex-wife was suicidal?”
“Does Miss Reynolds’
suicide attempt have anything to do with alleged hostility on the set of Angel Assassin 2?”
development push back next months’ release of the film?”
their questions, James led his children inside and up the elevator to the
intensive care unit. Once there, they
gathered outside Alex’s private room.
“Your mother is
probably feeling very insecure right now,” James explained. “Try not to say anything that might set her
off. We don’t want another repeat of
“I can’t believe
she resorted to this,” Miranda said thoughtfully. “When I think of the last conversation I had
with her... I just feel awful.”
“Me too,” Stormy
agreed. “I’ve been so busy blaming her
for my failed marriage to Kelly that I didn’t bother to stop and see how it
“We’ve all been
dismissive with her lately,” James grumbled.
“But we can’t hold onto our anger.
Not now. One wrong word and it
might prompt her to try this again.”
“Ivana, call me as
soon as you get this,” Alex said form her hospital bed. She held the phone receiver to her ear,
suddenly overcome with the need to know more information about the night
before. “I have to know who your client
is. The man who saved my life. I know he wants to remain anonymous so I
won’t say anything to him, but I have to know for my own peace of mind. Please call me.”
She hung up the
phone and turned on the television, appalled by the coverage of her near death
experience. She didn’t even blame Ivana
for gossiping. She blamed herself for
setting this whole thing into motion.
The worst part was that people actually believed she wanted to die. It was an accident, didn’t they see that?
“Someone wants to
thank you in person,” Ivana chirped, quite proud of herself. She finished listening to her voice messages
before re-joining Kyle Fenwick inside the empty living room of a sprawling
house on the market in Malibu.
“This is more like
it,” he said, taking in the breathtaking views from the one-hundred and eighty
degree floor to ceiling windows. “This
is where I need to be living. Who are
live to your right. Behind you is that
high-pitched talking actress from that NBC comedy, and two houses to the left
is David Jennings.” A pause while she
waived a hand dismissively through the air.
“I know, not a celebrity, but he is filthy rich and owns a mega resort
down the beach.”
Kyle removed his
black Porsche sunglasses to reveal dark, foreboding green eyes. He was thirty-two years old and had closely
cropped dirty blond hair, bulging arm muscles beneath his simple grey t-shirt,
and a trademark two-day stubble.
murmured. The man who was responsible
for sending him to prison for three long, miserable years. The same man who, along with his father,
tried to destroy him. Them and that
bitch cop. Well now it was his
turn. Maybe shacking up in the house two doors down
wasn’t the best approach, however.
“What do you
think?” Ivana asked, standing back and surveying the space.
“Maybe we should
lived in a modest bungalow tucked away in Burbank. Nothing special to it. Two small bedrooms, a tiny kitchen, a cramped
living room, and a miniscule yard with a spool.
It suited her fine and provided much more living space than her confined
four hundred square foot apartment in New
It was her
afternoon off and she planned on using it to run errands, phone her sister in Rochester, and clean her
Smith & Wesson collection. Quite a
life for a thirty-seven year old woman.
While her five sisters back in New
York were all getting married and spitting out
children, she was working seventy hours a week as the newest detective with the
LAPD. No time for hookups or marriage,
and certainly not children. Not that she
couldn’t if she wanted to. She was
beautiful in her own right. An athletic
body with an oval face, big brown eyes and long dark hair that she often tied
back in a no-nonsense ponytail. She was
married to her career and that was that.
her purse, car keys, and a roll of transparent tape from the kitchen drawer,
she headed outside. Her cell phone rang
and she answered it while setting the alarm.
“Working on a big
case?’ said Jordan
from his golf cart.
As much as she
resisted, a smile spread across her face.
“No, I’m actually off today.”
“You? A day off?”
“Crazy, huh?” she
asked, playing along.
“You got that
right. We should meet. I’m thinking dinner at Spago.”
“I’m thinking not a
chance,” Stephanie replied, locking the three deadbolts.
“Why not?” He arrived at his next flagstick and jumped
out of the cart. “You need to loosen up
“Which is exactly
why I won’t have dinner with you. I
don’t need someone telling me I need to loosen up, thank you. Besides, the last time we talked you called
me a ball busting bitch.”
Silence while he
considered his approach. “You didn’t
take that as a compliment? Because that's how I meant it."
Rydell.” She shook her head with a
good-natured laugh and dropped her cell phone into her purse. Jordan Rydell was attractive, sexy, smart,
funny, and had every other quality that any woman would kill for. She, however, was not any woman, and she
wasn’t on the market for a relationship.
Relationships, especially in her line of work, had a way of putting
people in danger. She’d never make that
She tore two pieces
of invisible tape from the dispenser, securing them discreetly across the seam
between the door and the frame. She
was in full defense mode, on high alert since learning of Kyle Fenwick’s
release from prison. She wasn’t about to
take any chances.
Slipping on a pair
of shades, she scanned the street and walked down the steps to her detached
“Why didn’t you
call us?” Miranda wanted to know.
“I didn’t want to
“Bother? You’re our mother. You could have died. I would never forgive myself if anything had
happened and the last time we talked, we-“
“I’m fine,” Alex
maintained, perched against a cushion of pillows. “It was just an accident. I had a headache and I took too many
painkillers, that’s all. Really. The media is turning this into far more
serious of an issue than it needs to be.”
Stormy hung back
silently. His mother had infuriated him
over her refusal to accept Kelly into his life, but he was relieved that she
was okay. Like Miranda, he would have
never been able to forgive himself if she hadn’t pulled through.
“Dr. Farraday said
you had muscle relaxers and vicodin in your system,” Miranda said sharply. "Plus alcohol. Mother, what were you thinking?”
“I wasn’t thinking,
Sweetheart,” she said, squeezing her hand in hers. “It’s been difficult lately, what with the
drama surrounding the movie and my marriage ending. I got stressed. And when I get stressed I get headaches that
won’t go away. It was a mistake,
Miranda and Stormy
exchanged worried glances. It didn’t
seem possible that their mother would simply forget how many pills she’d
taken. Their perception of her account
was different than hers.
“You don’t believe
me,” Alex said on automatic pilot. She’d
gotten used to the suspicious looks from the doctors and nurses filing in and
out of her room over the past day. “You
think I took all those pills on purpose, don’t you?”
“Well, mom, you
have been kind of dealt with a lot lately,” Stormy spoke up, moving toward the
hospital bed. “It didn’t help that I
turned my back on you.”
“And it didn’t help
that I did either,” Miranda said, nodding.
Alex laughed. “I did not try to kill myself. I didn’t have any dinner, I had a drink, and
I took a few pills to get rid of my headache.
You have to believe me.”
Miranda could see
that she was getting upset so she squeezed her hand in hers. “Okay, okay.
We believe you. We’re just glad
that you’re okay.”
relieved that she didn’t have to explain herself anymore. “Where’s your father? Did he come?”
told her, nodding toward the door.
“Ah,” she sighed,
realizing it was to be expected. The
last few verbal exchanges with James had been bitter. She didn’t know that she wanted to speak to him again.
“What about Jordan?”
Miranda looked at
her brother, searching for an appropriate response. “We didn’t think to call
him,” she said apologetically. “I don’t
even know where he is. Brett said he was
taking some time off since the whole thing with Heather.”
“Of course, and he
should,” Alex said, admittedly a little sad that her husband didn’t even care
that she nearly died. Granted, they
wouldn’t be married for much longer, but even still…
“You sure you’re
okay?” Stormy asked, digging his hands in his pockets.
She nodded in
response. “Has there been anyone else
here? A man?” She wanted to know if Ivana’s client had
returned to check on her. He must be
wondering how she was doing after saving her life. She desperately wanted to thank him.
asked. “What man?”
Alex shook her head
with a sigh. “Nevermind. I’m just glad to see you both.”
Perched on a mound of sand at Paradise Cove,
Benji Rydell stared blankly at the roaring waves that rolled in as the sun
began to set. Seagulls flocked about the
water, voices carried from the distance, and the tinny sounds of The Script
played on a radio a ways down the beach.
It had been two
days since Sierra left and returned to New
York. Two days
that he’d been moping about in misery, his heart aching for the first time over
another human being. Two days since he’d
held her in his arms on that very spot of Paradise Cove, kissed her soft lips,
and made love to her next to a blazing fire.
She was all he thought about. Her
smile, her warm sense of humor, her calming voice. Never in his nineteen years had he
experienced these feelings.
The problem was she
didn’t feel the same way. She’d been in
love with Malcolm, who hurt her terribly, so she turned to Benji. For him it was real, but for Sierra, she was
seeking comfort in someone’s arms. Even
still, he was convinced she had to have some feelings for him in order to give
him her virginity.
Standing over six
feet two inches tall, Benji had golden bronzed skin, short brown hair, and a
cut, lean body. He’d weathered many
upsets in the past year, mostly dealing with his mother whom he thought his
father had murdered, then with her returning, very much alive, culminating with
the realization that both of his parents had lied to him for his entire
what had happened that night when he was five years
None of that seemed
to matter now. How was he supposed to
get through the last few weeks of summer?
He could see himself compulsively driving to Paradise Cove and mourning
the loss of someone who he desperately wanted in his life. He would relive every moment of his night
with Sierra, every word they spoke, and every gentle touch of her skin against
his. He could see himself jumping every
time the phone rang or he got a text message, wondering if it would be
her. She couldn’t cut him out of her
life, could she?
Before he knew it,
he was texting her. I miss you, he typed into the keypad of
his blackberry. An eternity later, she
finally replied. Me too.
This got Benji’s hopes
up, so his fingers flew into action, typing out another message to her. Please
come back. After several
excruciating minutes, the text alert sent his heart thudding inside his
now. Maybe soon. Please understand?
Groaning, he slid
the cover over his phone and lowered his head.
He didn’t understand. Did she or
didn’t she feel something for him? Fifty
times in the last two days he’d contemplated flying to New York and surprising her, but his head
told him it wasn’t the right time. She
needed to work things out, and he intended to let her.
For Sierra, he
Suzanne got a call
from Mackenzie Stone, the new producer of The
Young at Heart, television’s hottest and longest-running daytime-soap. She’d appeared on the show for two years in
the late seventies and hadn’t thought about it much since. Her interest piqued, she put on the best
outfit she owned and went to meet her for lunch at BOA. However, she wasn’t alone. In his desperation over childcare issues,
Brett had dropped Violet off to a more-than-willing Suzanne. Any chance to get to know her
granddaughter. As far as her meeting,
she’d have to make the best of it.
Mackenzie Stone was
far different than the producer Suzanne had worked with thirty years before,
Joshua E. Reddy, who ran the show into the ground and had a reputation for
choosing his stars based on what happened on the couch in his office. Mackenzie was smart, vibrant, and loaded with
plenty of sex appeal. She appeared to be
about thirty-six or thirty-seven, beautiful dark hair that fell like silk down
her back, short Cleopatra bangs, and high cheekbones. Brash and to-the-point, Mackenzie was nearly
“I’m trying to make
some changes on the show,” she was saying over a dry dirty martini. “Bringing back old cast members, fan
favorites, cutting out all the dead weight and model-actors. I hate models. I want actors. Actors who can act and nobody gives a crud
what they look like. If I see one more
dimwit cardboard cutout who acts like they’re reading a cue cards on daytime I
swear to God I’ll scratch someone’s eyes out.”
“I’ve kind of lost
touch with the medium since I’ve been away,” Suzanne replied, blinking fiercely
while shifting a fussy Violet from one arm to the other. She used her free hand to cut into her steak
– the best in town from what she’d heard – but found the process extremely
difficult to manage. She'd have to take their word for it.
changed,” Mackenzie said sharply. “It’s
just gotten more ridiculous. I got the
gig as producer six months ago and I warned the network that once we ran the
course of current storylines and carried out a few contracts, I was going to
make some major changes.”
Suzanne tried to
ignore the baby spit-up on her arm. “You
seem very motivated. I’m just not sure
what all this has to do with me.”
“I want you back on
the show,” she replied matter-of-factly.
“I was watching some old tapes.
You were wonderful as Faye Richards number two. By far the best of any of them. And let’s be honest, Suzanne, your recent
personal crises aren’t going to hurt our ratings. You’re the hot news story of the moment.”
Suzanne opened her
mouth to respond but found herself dumbfounded.
“I thought Faye Richards was killed off.
She died in an explosion.”
“They never found
her body,” she said, tapping her glossy nails on the table. “It’s a given that she’d be back.”
“So listen, here’s
what I’m about to offer you.” Mackenzie
wrote a number down on a napkin and slid it across the table. “That’s per episode. You’ll be guaranteed four episodes a week. You’ll have two weeks off in the summer, one
that you can float, and I don’t want that baby on the set. No offense.
I’m sure she’s adorable but kids seem to make people lose their train of
thought, which goes back to my whole dumb model philosophy.”
“This is very
generous,” Suzanne said, staring at the figure on the napkin. “And I appreciate the offer, but I don’t
really want to go back to acting.”
“Are you serious?”
“Yes. I’ve thought about it and I’m done with all
of that. I want to spend time with my
granddaughter.” She looked at Violet and
bounced her happily in her arms. “I want
to get to know my son again, and I want to be there for my daughter during her
recovery. Memorizing sixty pages of
dialog a day just doesn’t fit into any of that.”
“If this is a
tactic to get me to up the offer…”
“Okay, I’m leaving
this offer on the table for exactly five seconds. If you don’t bite then I’m going to take it
off the table and that’ll be that.”
“It really is
generous,” Suzanne said gently. “But I
have to say no.”
Mackenzie sighed. “But I sure hope you
know what you’re doing. Family may be
important to you now, but trust me, actresses never turn their back on their
craft for good. Sooner or later you’re
going to get that itch, and by that time it might just be too late.”
worried. Working was the furthest thing
from her mind. All she cared about now
was catching up on lost time.
minutes into James’s party, T.T. Levitt arrived, sophisticated as ever in a
silk Armani suit with matching coat and top hat. He was an African-American man of fifty-five
and quite dapper. Owner of Titan
Records, with offices in New York and L.A., he was wealthy
I wasn’t showing up?” he asked after snaking his way through the foyer in
I hadn’t noticed,” she said, mildly joking with him. “I didn’t know you would be here.”
really? And the fact that my record
company supplied most of the music for the film doesn’t warrant an invitation
in your opinion?”
that,” she said, still toying with him.
that.” He placed a hand along the back
of her waist. “Mind if I sit next to
keep your hands to yourself.”
not playing fair,” T.T. said, leading her to the door to the basement where
James’s newly redesigned state-of-the-art movie theatre was located.
passed by James who stood with Kenny DeWitt in the richly paneled foyer.
so many people involved with the film aren’t here to celebrate this,” Kenny was
saying to his best-friend. Now James’s
private retainer attorney, they’d met in college and had been friends ever
since. Kenny was a forty-seven year old
black man with a closely cropped afro and a solid, sturdy frame.
Frank, Scott.” The names rolled
bitterly off of James’s tongue. “Then
there’s Alex, who won’t be here for other reasons. Not that she probably would have anyway. She’s too interested in herself to
it true she tried to kill herself?”
shook his head. “There’s no telling with
approached and patted his father firmly on the shoulder. “Should we get started, Dad?”
idea,” he said, beginning to gather the guests’ attention. “Please make your way down to the theatre and
we’ll get the screening started. Don’t
forget to refresh your drinks first.”
began filing into the basement. Marilee
Wells-Walker stopped on her way and brushed a hand along James’s shoulder. “I’m really looking forward to this,
James. I know it’s going to be as good
as the first.”
you, Marilee,” he said, then smiled when Brooke and David appeared. “Well, this is the moment. Brooke, you’re about to see what your shares
in the studio are going to be supporting.”
hope it makes us a lot of money,” Brooke said with a wink as she followed him
and David down the stairs.
they were gathered in the private screening room with comfortable reclining
theatre seating and music surrounding them with tons of hi-def speakers, James
realized that they had an uninvited guest in their midst.
the devil are you doing here?” he demanded.
assuming my invitation got lost in the mail,” Jackie purred, standing before
the screen, clad in a startling red Versace gown. “Now, now, James, we’re family.”
exactly,” James murmured under his breath.
He ushered everyone into their seats, hoping to avoid any unpleasant
confrontations that may embarrass him in front of his guests.
what are you doing here?” David asked, his eyes flashing major danger
signals. “I think you should leave.”
miss all the fun? Not a chance. Sit down, David, you’re about to get a lesson
in how your father used to operate.”
watched the woman with contempt.
Everything about her made her blood boil. The way she spoke to her with such condescension,
the way she blamed her for Royce’s affair, and the disturbing way she
manipulated David. It was all very
of you may have received my invitations today,” Jackie went on. “I know they were a bit cryptic, but I’ve
never pretended to be anything but pure drama.
And I’m not even an actress.”
this all about, Jackie?” James demanded.
“You sent those invitations?”
“Yes. Naturally I forgot this was the night you
were giving your big screening of Angel
Assassin 2 and you’d all be here anyway.
Can’t be too careful though. I
want you all to hear this at the same time.”
what?” Stormy piped in.
I’m now in control of ten percent of Sunset Studios,” Jackie revealed. “I’ll be taking the office next to James's.”
Brooke asked. “How?”
“Easy. I married Nathan yesterday.”
eyes shot open wide. “That’s not true.”
it is. I flew to Paris and arranged for a private
ceremony at the prison.” She reached into her purse and
revealed a stack of photographs. “I have
pictures. You’ll have to excuse the grey
jumpsuit. Not exactly the Gucci tux Nathan
wore at our first wedding, but under the circumstances…”
married Nathan Blackthorne?” David asked in disbelief.
Jackie corrected him. “And since Nathan
held ten percent of the voting shares, they now revert to me being as he’s
flipped through the pictures of Jackie standing arm in arm with the man he once
looked up to as an idol. “Even if this
is all true, ten percent isn’t going to get you anywhere. Brooke and I each own forty percent. You have no power.”
laughed wickedly. “Except for one
thing. Nathan’s shares are proxy votes,
which means I get to be the tie breaker between you and Brooke. If you think about it that way, I have just
as much power as either of you do.”
shot up from her seat, walked up to Jackie and glared at her. “You did this just to stick it to me, didn’t
innocence, Jackie folded her gloved hands.
“I just want what’s mine, and this is the first step in claiming it.”
her head, Brooke looked the woman up and down in disgust. “You married a rapist and child molester just
so you could get your hands on James and my company? You’re sick.”
words stung undeniably, but Jackie chose to ignore them. She’d made her point. She’d delivered her news. She was in the door. Now she would take action. The entire studio would soon be hers.
release from the hospital happened that night, per her request. Less chance
the media would be swirling. Miranda, and no one else, dutifully came to
escort her home. When they emerged from the building, nightime or not, a group of grazing
reporters flocked to the front steps, cameras and microphones ready for
action. They shouted questions at Alex,
demanding answers pertaining to her alleged suicide attempt.
the crowd, Kyle Fenwick approached and stopped a few steps down from them. “Miss Reynolds, I’m Kyle Fenwick. I believe
you’ve been looking for me.”
looked quizzically at her mother, wondering who this stranger was.
you him?” Alex asked. “The man who saved
smiled sheepishly and looked bashfully at the ground. A lie.
He wasn’t the bashful type. He
knew the media would be there upon the woman’s release, and what better way to
get his story out. “Yes, although I
wouldn’t say I saved your life. I was
just in the right place at the right time.”
reporters turned their cameras, jamming their microphones at him. “You said Fenwick? How do you spell that?” several asked.
“How did you come
upon Miss Reynolds at that precise moment?”
“Is it true? Did she try to kill herself?”
“Are you looking
for compensation? Is that why you’ve
come forward now?”
Kyle ignored the
reporters and looked straight at Alex.
“I only did what any decent human being would do.”
Alex and Miranda
followed him down the steps to the car.
“I really do want to thank you, Mr. Fenwick,” Alex told him. “Is there any way I can repay you?”
“I want to. How can I get a hold of you?”
He smiled. “You’ll see me around.”
reporter from Image magazine, quick
on the take, clicked off her cell phone after getting the skinny on Kyle
Fenwick. Her sources were always
you the same Kyle Fenwick who was fingered in the New York drug cartel
three years ago?” she asked.
was surprised at how quickly his past caught up to him. “Allegedly, yes.”
did you get out of prison?”
few days ago, and I’m innocent of any charges.
I was set up.”
regarded him carefully. She was floored
that the man who had saved her life appeared to be a convict with drug
ties. Suddenly her zeal to locate him
seemed like a bad idea.
set you up?” the reporter inquired.
Jennings,” Kyle announced before the entire crowd. “He used me as a scapegoat to cover up his
own involvement with the cartel.”
are you in Los Angeles? Is it because David Jennings lives here?”
“No. I’m just trying to start over.”
about the other charges? That you killed
a police officer?”
looked into a camera that was thrust into his face. “I’m not a murderer. David Jennings killed that cop.”
crowd went ballistic, shouting more questions at Kyle as Alex and Miranda
watched in dismay.
leaving the mansion, David couldn't stop thinking about
his mother's melodramatic pronouncement before the screening
of Angel Assassin 2. The fact that she'd
married Nathan just to get her hands on ten percent
of the studio was drastic, even for her. She knew
what he was. Granted, he didn't turn into the
monster he was today until long after they were married
the first time, but she kept up with the latest. She
must be desperate, he thought. Her announcement
sent several guests home early, including Brooke, who
refused to spend another minute in the same room with
down Sunset in his black Ferrari Enzo, he came to a
traffic jam. Halted behind a sea of taillights,
his cell phone rang and he fished it from the seat beside
he answered, wondering if it was his mother asking about
how the rest of the evening went and did anyone say
anything about her. They said plenty, he thought
his surprise, it was not his mother, but a voice from
the past. One he'd hoped he'd never hear from
David," Kyle Fenwick said in a low voice.
didn't answer, instead spent several seconds trying
to pull his thoughts together. What did he want?
Was he out of prison?
got your tongue?" Kyle asked.
are you calling me?"
I want to know where she is."
Callahan, that's who. Tell me where she is or
your pretty blond sister will pay the price."
are you talking about? Where are you?"
outside Brooke Taylor's townhouse."
down for the night, Brooke slipped into a thick white robe
and made her way down the hall to the bathroom. She
turned on the shower, adjusting the temperature until
it was nice and hot, and walked to the mirror where
she removed her jewelry and dropped her robe to the
floor. She stepped inside the shower, closing
the glass door securely behind.
phone in the bedroom started ringing, but the sound
of the water running prevented her from hearing it.
If she had, she would have known it was David
calling to warn her of the danger she was in.
to Brooke's rescue. Stephanie fills Jordan in
on her past. Suzanne has plans for her and Benji.
Miranda tails Eddie to a secret rendezvous with