Benji was overjoyed after spending
the night with Sierra, who later asked him to go to
her mother's wedding with her. Duke played on Benji's past
so that he would doubt himself and his relationship
with Sierra. As a result, Benji stood Sierra up.
Brett seduced Jordan's intern to gain access to confidential
Rydell Productions documents. Ross told Suzanne
about Warren Abbot, a motivational speaker whom he was
a follower of. Waking up in Lon's
apartment, Suzanne was horrified when he revealed his
obsession with her. Meanwhile, Ross went to Jordan
when he realized Suzanne was missing. Jordan dismissed
his concerns. Later, Ross went to Brett who punched
Jordan for being flippant about his wife. Gemma,
the infamous Hollywood madam, delivered a video of Kenny
with one of her call girls to Renee and claimed it was
a present from Jackie. Stormy learned that Jane
had been taken to a state drug rehabilitation facility.
After she called him for help, he, Eddie, and
Miranda decided to break her out of the facility. Mackenzie
met Dan Cody at Kyle's former prison, resulting in her
dashing back to L.A. to tell James what she'd learned
about Kyle. After meeting him in the club at Moonshadows,
she told him that she knew he'd been lying about being
after Brooke for her money. They had a heated
argument. Meanwhile, Brooke heard a voicemail
on Kyle's phone from Dan Cody and thougth she recognized
his voice. On her way to the club, she ran into
Mackenzie. Minutes later, James walked into the
club and found Brooke kneeling over Kyle, who had been
stabbed and was bleeding all over the floor.
Night Before the Funeral"
Two hundred guests
waited outside in the courtyard for the wedding to start as James entered the
Cahuenga Room at Moonshadows and stopped dead in his tracks when he saw the
gruesome sight before him.
was crying softly while crouched down next to Kyle, her hands covered in
blood. On the floor, Kyle writhed in
agony, one of the Tiffany lamp centerpieces broken and embedded deep into his
back, his shirt soaked in blood.
James exclaimed and rushed toward her.
He pulled her to her feet and tried to snap her out of her blind
hysteria. “Brooke! Look at me!”
my God,” she cried, unable to take her eyes off of Kyle who gasped for air on
the tiled floor. “Is he dead?”
didn’t appear so, but James knelt down to make sure. His chest was rising and falling slowly,
which seemed to be a good sign. He
grimaced at the bloody wound. The
stained-glass lampshade was broken in half, its jagged edge protruding from the
center of his back. Blood soaked his
crisp white shirt and seeped onto the floor.
lied about everything,” Brooke cried, holding up her scarlet-stained
hands. “Oh my God, James, you have no
down,” he told her, grabbing a napkin from one of the tables and using it to
wipe her hands.
He didn’t know what
had happened before he walked in, and she appeared to be in no condition to
tell him. She was hysterical. It appeared to him that there had been a
struggle or an argument. Broken dishes
were scattered across the floor. One
thing was for certain; if anyone saw her like this she could be in a lot of
Looking at Kyle
again, he realized he needed to get help.
Quickly, he went to the phone on the bar and called 911. Giving as little information as he could, he
stressed the urgency of the situation and quickly hung up.
“Listen to me,” he
said, taking Brooke by the shoulders. “I
want you to go home. Go home and stay
“I can’t,“ Brooke said, shaking her head. "James,
I have to tell you what-"
“You need to go home. Don’t talk to anyone and don’t go
anywhere. Just stay there until I get
deliriously, she allowed him to lead her to the back door. With one final look of misery, she turned and
left the building. James turned and went
back to where Kyle was laying, shaking violently as he slowly lost
Kenny tried the
door to the cabana again, then pounded with his fists in hopes of forcing Renee
to open the door. He couldn’t imagine
what had happened. Minutes from walking
down the aisle she decided to lock herself inside. It didn’t make any sense.
“Are you sure she’s
in there?” Sierra asked when she came up behind him.
“She’s got to be,” Kenny said. “Where else would she have gone?”
Sierra sighed and
moved past him, knocking on the door with closed fists. “Mother!
Open the door! People are
wondering what’s going on!”
response. Kenny threw his hands up in
resignation and turned to walk down the path to the courtyard. As he did, he witnessed a brawl beginning at
the back of the garden with Jordan and Brett.
“You need to get
your ego in check,” Brett said to Jordan. “Suzanne cheated on you so you’ve decided to
wash your hands of her? She’s been
missing since last night. She could be
“The only trouble
Suzanne gets in is brought on by herself,” Jordan spat, then gestured to
Ross. “Now take the professor and leave.”
shook his head and chuckled in spite of his aggravation. “You know, I’m so looking forward to the day
you get knocked off your pedestal. I
know you think no one is as perfect as Jordan Rydell, but just wait. Your time is coming.”
that, he turned and left through the crowd.
what?” Ross asked.
got an idea,” Brett said with a look of determination. “Suzanne’s car has a navigation system. We can track her with GPS.”
the hour Lon had been gone from the apartment, Suzanne had managed to free one
of her feet from its restraints by pulling as hard as she could. Exhausted, she lay on the bed and attempted
to conserve her energy. She knew she
would need it if she was going to get out of there.
rattling in the door alerted her that Lon was back. Maybe this was her opportunity to reason with
him. She’d heard that if you bonded with
your captor they were less likely to do harm to you.
glad you came back,” she said.
you miss me?” he asked with a hint of a smile.
“I’m sorry about running out like that.
Amy used to hate it too, but when I get upset I need to be alone.”
Amy?” She had to keep him talking. She had to connect with him.
girlfriend. My ex-girlfriend.”
looked across the room to a picture on the side table that she’d noticed
earlier. “Is that her?”
a bitch,” Lon said. “She couldn’t
appreciate me for who I was.”
much as it pained her to play along, Suzanne smiled. “I can’t believe that,” she said. “A handsome strong man like you?”
returned to his face as he began pacing the small apartment. “Nothing was ever good enough for her. She said I was a loser. She said I was lousy in bed.”
she just wasn’t the right girl,” Suzanne said.
Immediately, she regretted saying it. He could take it as an invitation.
she wasn’t,” he said and went to his
jacket to retrieve something from the pocket.
A small bottle of blue pills. “You are.
I’ve seen all of your movies. I
read your book. I know everything about
don’t know everything,” she
said. “Why don’t we talk and get to know
each other better? You can tell me more
don’t want to talk about her.”
tell me about you. Your family, your job, your friends.”
turned to her with a scowl. “Amy used to
talk so she didn’t have to have sex with me,” he said. “Is that what you’re doing?”
she insisted, cowering as he drew near.
“I want to get to know you.”
shook his head. “I don’t want to
talk. I got some of those pills. I’m
going to prove that I’m not lousy in bed.”
set in. Time to act. When he came close, she lifted her leg and
kicked him in his face. Stumbling
backward, he became stunned for a minute. Immediately, Suzanne started
desperately trying to free her hands from their restraints.
came at her quickly, grasping at her as she fought him off by bringing her knee
up in his groin. Finally, he succeeded in
restraining her and pinning her to the bed.
She screamed, spat in his face, and cowered away when he slapped her
across the face.
don’t hurt me,” she said in a terrified whisper.
sound of an ambulance outside the cabana drew Renee out into the
courtyard. Still in her wedding gown,
tears staining her cheeks, she slowly stepped into the sunlight. Commotion had erupted at the entrance of the
Cahuenga Room. Two paramedics were
wheeling a stretcher through the maze of guests, most of whom were gathered
around while watching the events unfold.
going on?” she called to nobody in particular.
Kenny, Jordan and Sierra were
standing nearby. When they saw her
emerge, they raced over to her.
Kenny said and hurried over to her.
she said and held up a hand to silence him.
“Don’t you dare say a word to me.”
he asked in bewilderment. “What’s wrong?”
said you’d changed,” she said and shook her head in misery. “You promised me you were a different man
am,” he insisted. He ignored the looks he got from the few
curious observers who had gathered around.
she said, struggling to maintain her composure.
“You ran around on me the first time we were married and it appears
you’ve fallen back into the same habit.
We haven’t even exchanged vows and I’m already finding out what a
bastard you are.”
could tell something had happened. “Renee, come
on, let’s just go.”
jerked her arm away, tears now returning to her eyes. “The whole time you were helping me fight
Jackie from taking over my father’s company, you swore that you would always be
there for me.”
meant it. Renee, what did I do?”
know about the prostitute!” she screamed.
“The one Jackie hired to get you into bed so she could blackmail
finally dawning, Kenny reached his hand out to her but she met it with a
slap. “You don’t understand,” he pleaded
with her. “Jackie tricked me.”
doesn’t matter,” Renee insisted. “You
still went to bed with another woman after you swore your love to me. But that was all just a bunch of lies, wasn’t
“No! Renee, please don’t do this,” Kenny
I think you should go,” Jordan
suggested. “Don’t make this worse than
he watched as Sierra led Renee back into the cabana. He turned and dropped his hands to his
sides. He knew Jackie had it out for
Renee, but to intentionally ruin her wedding day was low even for her.
paramedics instructed someone to go around to the other side of the Cahuenga
Room and open the French doors. Once
they entered the restaurant, they wove their way through the tables until they
found Kyle laying motionless and bleeding on the floor. Immediately, they went to work at checking
pulse is weak,” one of them said. “He’s
lost a lot of blood.”
attached an oxygen mask to his mouth and loaded him on the stretcher.
he dead?” Marilee asked when she walked in and fell in line behind Kenny.
don’t think so,” he replied. What else
could happen to ruin his wedding day?
police detective arrived on the scene and looked around the room. “Does anyone know who he is?”
the general manager,” said Jordan,
grimacing at the sickening sound of Kyle’s bloody body being lifted from the tile
floor. “His name’s Kyle Fenwick.”
many entrances to the building?”
the wedding planner said. “These two
were locked. Mrs. DeWitt wanted it that
way until the reception started.”
want a list of everyone who had access to this restaurant today.”
found him?” Marilee asked, sick to her stomach over the argument they'd had
that afternoon. If anything happened to her son
she'd never forgive herself.
911 call was made from inside the club,” Detective Rodriguez replied. “Anybody here make that call?”
nobody spoke, he bent down to examine the remnants of the Tiffany lamp that had
been sunk into Kyle’s back. He noted the
broken plates and ruffled table cloths and jotted a few things down on a note
like there was a struggle,” he said.
think someone tried to kill him?” Kenny asked.
shrugged. “We won’t know until he wakes
he wakes up.”
James pulled up in Brooke’s driveway, she was sitting on the porch. She barely acknowledged him as he approached
and knelt down beside her.
Michael?” he asked.
with the sitter,” she told him, calmer now but her face still panicked.
happened with Kyle?” he asked her.
shook her head, tears collecting around her eyelids. “I heard this voicemail on his phone, and
then I talked to Mackenzie-“
James asked. “She was there?”
the club,” Brooke said. “Oh my God,
James, he lied to me. He lied to all of
told me that-"
that moment, the door opened and Michael came running outside. He threw his arms around Brooke and pulled
her close. “Mommy! Mommy!”
sweetie,” she said, trying desperately not to show her emotional state.
Michael,” James said. “Say, can you do
your uncle James a favor and give you mommy and I a few minutes to talk?”
the boy asked.
the sitter appeared in the doorway, James flashed her a look which she promptly
“Hey Michael, come
inside and show me those new toys Mommy got you,” the young woman said.
James smiled and
ruffled the boys’ hair. “Yeah, go inside
and show Barbara your new toys,” he said, trying to coax him inside. “We’ll be in in a few minutes.”
Once they’d gone
back in, Brooke stood up and wiped her eyes.
James pulled her into an embrace and slowly led her off the porch. He didn’t want to risk Michael overhearing
anything, so they started down the tree-lined street.
me what Mackenzie said to you," James said.
his sister!" she said, pushing her hair from her
eyes. "He isn't Will Thomerson's son.
He used that as a way to get close to me."
James wiped his hand over his face. "Why?"
of a man named Dan Cody," Brooke said. "They
were in prison together."
is Dan Cody?"
told her he was a mobster or something, but that was
a lie. Mackenzie went to see him. She
didn't go to New York for auditions..."
finished telling him what happened, he staggered back a step and tried to process the information. Brooke continued crying. He pulled her toward him to calm her down,
insisting that he would take care of everything.
“I’ll take you
said to Renee after she’d changed out of her wedding dress. He watched her roam aimlessly around the
cabana, obviously trying to grasp what had happened. One minute she thought she was going to be
spending the rest of her life with her soul mate, and the next she was going
“Thank you,” she said
somberly, wrapping a scarf around her neck and picking up her makeup bag. A final glance to her wedding dress that hung
across the room caused her to blink away a few tears. "Has
"Yes. I made an announcement. Don't
worry. I didn't get into details."
When they walked
out of the cabana, Sierra was there waiting.
“Are we leaving?” she asked.
“I’ll meet you at
the car,” Sierra said. “I need to run to the ladies room.”
“Don’t be long,”
Renee said, kissing her daughter before letting Jordan lead her down the path to
Sierra turned and
trotted up to the Cahuenga Room. The
dining room was sectioned off with crime scene tape. She grimaced at the tell-tale blood stain
that smeared the tiled floor before veering off to the bathrooms.
finishing in one of the stalls, she went to the sink
and began washing her hands. The reflection in
the mirror of someone walking out of another stall startled
Solomon said, going to the sink beside her.
“It’s tragic what
happened,” Summer said after a few moments of silence. This was the closest she’d been to her
before. They’d never even met or
exchanged words. It was funny, really. She was battling for Benji’s affections over
a woman she knew next to nothing about.
“You’re Sierra, aren’t you?” She
already knew she so didn’t know why she asked.
“Yes. I’m sorry, do I know you?”
“No. But I
wanted to tell you how sorry I am about your mother's
wedding. I can only
imagine how she feels."
“Yes, she’s very
“Love is dangerous
emotion,” Summer said.
“Yeah.” Sierra went to take a few towels from the
dispenser. She got the feeling the
young woman wanted to talk. There was
something sad about her.
“I know what it’s
like,” Summer went on. “To love someone
so completely that nothing else matters. Have you ever felt like that?”
Sierra looked at
her and smiled politely. “I guess
“That’s too bad,”
Summer said. “Maybe you just haven’t met the right person
“Maybe.” She made a move to the door. “If you’ll excuse me.”
“Maybe he didn’t
love her as much as she loved him,”
Summer called after her before she left.
“I’m sorry?” Sierra turned back around.
fiancé,” she clarified. “Maybe he
realized it before it was too late.
Maybe he told her that there was someone out there for her but it wasn’t
Sierra realized it
wasn’t common knowledge that Kenny had cheated on her mother, so she simply
agreed with a nod of her head.
“If you think about
it, he did the right thing,” Summer went on.
“He saved her from years of unhappiness by ending it now. I know I’d want the same courtesy if I was in
“I guess anybody
would,” Sierra said.
Summer looked her
in the eyes, wondering if she understood what she was talking about. She just got through admitting that she's
never really loved anyonel.
Poor Benji was setting himself up for heartache. To her, that meant there was still a
kindness you can do to a person sometimes is to set them free,” she
continued. With a smile, she made her
way to the door. “Well, I’ll let you get
back to your family.”
By the time they
arrived at the penthouse, Renee had grown quiet and somber. She floated through the living room in a
daze, ignoring the looks of concern from Jordan and Sierra.
“Can I get you
anything, Mother?” Sierra asked.
Renee went to a
photograph of her and Kenny on the mantle and stared at it with sad eyes. She slowly brought it face down as if to
symbolize her hands being washed of him once and for all. She had no use for men who lied to her. Every one of her relationships had followed
the same pattern. Kenny, Nathan, T.T.,
all of them.
Jordan’s phone rang and
he fished it from his pocket with every intention of ignoring the call. When he saw that it was his attorney,
however, he answered hastily.
“John? What did you find out?”
Before he could
finish, Jordan knew it was bad news. Despite all of their efforts, he’d lost his
nothing else we can do?”
Renee turned to him
inquisitively, fully aware that something was wrong. “What is it?” she asked when he hung up.
“It’s nothing,” he
said. The last thing Renee needed was to
hear about his professional problems.
tracking system led them to a four-story apartment building a few blocks off Melrose. Brett got out of the car and gazed up at the
structure. After a quick glance behind
to make sure Ross was coming, he proceeded through the parking lot in search of
“Are you sure this
is where she is?” Ross asked. “I don’t
see her car.”
“It’s got to be,”
Brett insisted. He led them around to
the back of the building where there was more outdoor parking and what appeared
to be an entrance to an underground garage.
“Maybe it’s inside.”
Ross inspected the
card reader that seemed to provide admittance to the garage. “How
do we get in? Wait until someone leaves?”
Brett hesitated for
a minute before motioning for him to follow.
“I’ve got a better idea,” he said.
They headed around
to the front door of the building. As they did, Ross inspected the cars in the
lot. “Did she ever mention knowing
anyone here?” he asked.
Making his way to
the keypad beside the door, Brett shook his head. “No, and that’s what worries me.”
“There’s over twenty
apartments in this building,” Ross said while reading through the names listed
by the keypad. “How are we going to find
out where she is?”
Brett sighed with
defeat, but refused to give up. Instead,
he took his index finger and ran it down the entire length of buzzers. Shrugging, he looked at Ross and waited for a
response. Seconds later, a barrage of
voices came through the intercom.
“UPS,” he said,
calling out the first thing he could think of.
heard the door buzz open. Brett smiled
and walked arrogantly inside the small vestibule.
“Clever,” Ross said
Suzanne could tell
that Lon’s confidence had grown. Whether
it was the Viagra or the fact that she managed to keep him talking,
thus giving him a false sense of security, she couldn’t be sure. She began to question her decision to connect
on a personal level. He seemed to think
she was willing to go along with his sordid plans.
“Did you know that
I have children?” she blurted out.
“They’re probably wondering where I am.”
“I doubt it,” Lon
said. “Your daughter’s in the loony bin
and your son is one of those spoiled Hollywood
brats. Trust me, we have all the time in
“I have a husband
too,” Suzanne said. She watched him
light candles around the room and turn on some music. Some slow rock ballad, she decided. “He’s probably looking for me.”
“The one you
cheated on with your son-in-law?” Lon asked and took off his shirt.
She realized her
pleas were losing their credibility. Who
would have ever thought that her mistakes would cost her in this way? She began to get desperate.
said. “But listen, if we’re going to do
this, I want it to be special. I want to
be able to touch you and feel you next to me.”
He thought for a
moment and shook his head. “No. You tried getting away once. I can’t risk it.”
“Where am I going
to go?” she asked. “Besides, you’re much
stronger than me. I won’t be able to
fight you off. Lon, please. I want to make this special for both of
Whatever she said
seemed to do the trick because he began to relax. He went to the bed and brushed his lips
against her face while he loosened the straps on her wrists.
Downstairs in the
garage, Brett and Ross searched every row, inspecting each car closely.
“So how did you
find out she was missing, anyway?” Brett asked.
Ross waited a beat
before answering. “She was going away
with me for the weekend.”
Stopping in his
tracks, Brett turned to look at him. “You’re lying.”
“Why would I lie
about that?” he asked.
know she's still in love with me,
he wanted to say. Rage built up inside
and made him want to punch the professor’s lights out. A glimpse of something in the distance,
however, made him temporarily forget about his jealousies.
“There it is,” he
said and dashed over to Suzanne’s car.
“Are you sure?”
Ross asked, following him.
“Of course I’m
sure,” he said, raking his fingers through his thick blond hair. He gazed in through the windows, spotted her
overnight bag in the back seat, and flashed Ross a worried look. “Her things are still in the car.”
“So how do we find
what apartment she’s in?”
Brett peered inside
the car again and spotted something on the passenger’s seat. A small white card of some kind. He took off his jacket and wrapped it around
his closed fist, then punched through the window while turning away from the
car alarm immediately sounded, echoing through the garage.
Ross watched as he
opened the door and climbed inside to retrieve the card. When he emerged, he looked at it hopefully.
“It’s a key card to
the garage,” Brett indicated, turning the plastic object around in his
hand. On the back was an adhesive label
that read Christensen – 402. “This must be where she is.”
Quickly, they darted
off to the stairs.
Suzanne closed her
eyes and bided her time. She had to be
very careful if she was going to pull off the impossible. What she’d told Lon was true, he was much
bigger and stronger than she was. He
could easily immobilize her. Or worse.
Once her hands and
feet were free, she allowed him to sidle up beside her and place an arm around
“This is like a
dream come true for me,” he said.
She forced a smile
and did something that made her sick with disgust. Lowering her hand, she placed it around the
rigidness of his chemically enhanced member and watched him smile with
satisfaction. When she thought the time
was right, she bent it downward, hard, with all her strength, and could have sworn
she heard a snap.
His screams were
louder and more horrifying than she could have predicted. His face, contorted in horrific
configurations, turned red and then white as a sheet.
As quickly as she could, she leapt off of the bed in her bra and
underwear and raced for the door.
“Stupid bitch!” Lon
screamed in agony. “You fucking broke
As she hurriedly
unlatched the door, he was already coming at her, pulling her back to the bed
and throwing her with brute force.
“No!” she screamed,
twisting off the bed and attempting to run away again. But she was weak – sore from being strapped
in the same position, and having barely ate or drank in the past twenty four
“I’m gonna fucking
kill you!” Lon screamed, grabbing her by the arm and pulling her toward him.
“Please, no!” she
cried. “Just let me go!”
an instant, she brought her knee up and slammed it into his crotch. He howled in pain again and released
her. This time, she made it back to the
door and pulled it open swiftly. As she
did, Brett and Ross appeared just outside in the hall.
Brett said with relief and pulled her toward him.
thank God!” she cried, clinging to him with all her strength.
happened?” Just as he asked the
question, he spotted Lon attempting to flee through the window. In a flash, he was barreling toward the man,
pulling him inside and punching him in the jaw with a closed fist.
they struggled, Ross took his jacket and instructed Suzanne to cover herself
with it. “Are you okay?” he asked. “Did he hurt you?”
shook her head, tears in her eyes as she watched Brett attack Lon.
the police,” Brett instructed them after getting Lon pinned to the ground, his
foot pressed dangerously close to his windpipe. "Tell
them to get here before I kill this son of a bitch."
The Linen Source.
The logo was emblazoned on the side of the van as it pulled up to the
delivery entrance of the treatment facility in Costa Mesa.
A man wearing a baseball hat pulled tightly over his face lowered his
window and spoke into the intercom.
“Yeah, I got some
linens coming in,” he said, checking a manifest that his co-driver handed him
from the passenger’s seat. “Three bins
of sheets and two bins of towels.”
“Our linens get
delivered on Tuesdays,” came a crackling voice through the intercom. “You sure you got the right facility?”
The delivery man
rattled off the address. “This the right
place?” he asked. “Says it’s
supplemental supply going up to the third floor.”
After a few moments
of silence, the voice came through the speaker box again. “Sorry.
I don’t show it on my delivery log.”
“So what do you
want us to do? Take this stuff back to
the warehouse? “
“I don’t care what
you do with it.”
already been paid for,” the driver said.
“But if you don’t want it, we’ll take it back. No problemo.”
“Hold on,” came the
voice from the box. After a few seconds,
he continued with an exasperated tone.
“Okay, park in dock five. We’ll
find a place for it.”
“Roger that.” He put the van in gear and waited for the
dock door to open. With a smile, he
turned to his partner. “Told you it
In the passenger’s
seat, Stormy let out a deep breath.
“That was close.”
“You need to have
more faith in me,” Eddie replied and adjusted his baseball cap with the Linen Source logo embroidered across the
“You still haven’t
told me where you got this van and these uniforms from,” Stormy said. “And please don’t tell me you stole
“Stole is a harsh
word,” Eddie said as they maneuvered into the stall. “Borrowed is more like it.”
Miranda popped up
from the back seat. “Stop bickering and
focus. We need to get in and out with
Jane before anyone figures out what we’re up to.”
“Can I help you?”
Alex asked as she opened the door of her apartment. Two men stood in the hall, one brandishing a
gun from a holster on his belt. She
swallowed hard. Had they found out what
she’d done to Jane? Or about the illegal
adoption she’d arranged? Sweat began
collecting on her brow when they flashed her their detective badges.
the dark completed man asked.
“Yes.” She saw her son being taken away from
her. The vision was impossible to
ignore, and caused her to grow sick with worry.
Rodriguez. This is my partner, Detective
Rahm. We’d like to ask you a few
questions about Kyle Fenwick.”
“Kyle?” she asked,
relieved. Her panic had been for
nothing. Concern for Kyle didn’t cross
her mind. “What about him?”
anyone who knew him,” Detective Rodriguez said.
“Is it true you used to be involved with him?”
She nodded. “Yes, but that was a long time ago. Has something happened?”
“Mr. Fenwick was
stabbed earlier this afternoon.”
gasped. “Is he…”
“He’s alive and in
critical condition. We have reason to
believe that it was an attempted homicide.
Do you know anyone who would want to kill Mr. Fenwick?”
With wide eyes,
Alex shook her head. “No, I…” She thought about David but that didn’t seem
possible. Murder wasn’t his style,
despite the animosity between them. “I
don’t think so.”
“How has your
relationship been with Fenwick? Any
“No. I’ve barely seen him since we ended
“When was the last
time you did see him?” the other
“The day before
yesterday,” she replied, then suddenly remembered something that still struck
her as odd. “It was at the studio where
I was taping an episode of The Young at Heart.
I thought it was strange at the time, but now that you mention it…”
“You thought what
“He was arguing
with someone,” she said. “And I don’t
mean just a disagreement, either. They were
screaming bloody murder. I had to come
out of my dressing room to see what was wrong.”
“Who was he arguing
with?” Rodriguez asked, jotting something on a pad of paper.
she said. “She’s the producer of the
“Got it,” said the
detective while writing the name down.
“Anything else you can think of?”
She shook her head
as R.J. began to cry in the other room.
“No. I’ll call you if I think of
“Please do,” he
said and handed her his card.
Alex took the card
from him and closed the door. She
thought briefly about Kyle and how awful it was that someone would want to hurt
him. She wondered if it was Mackenzie. She’d sounded like she wanted to kill him
that day at the studio. But why?
brought her attention back to the present.
She darted back to the bedroom and lifted him from his crib. As she tended to him, the doorbell rang
again. She sighed with exasperation and
traipsed across the room. Maybe the
detectives thought of something else, she decided, pulling the door open.
“Hello Alex,” Kelly
Blackthorne said from the hall.
Trunks of clothing
were spread out across the floor of the parlor room. A driver came in and loaded one onto a dolly
as Duke supervised, multitasking while also on the phone with his mother in New York.
“The bags by the
stairs, too,” he directed the driver, gesturing to three suitcases positioned
by the bottom landing. Once he was sure
the man had taken note, he returned to his call. “I can’t wait to see you either, mother. I’ve really missed you and dad these past few
months.” Even as he said it, he could
barely keep a straight face.
The second driver
came in and loaded another trunk. He
hauled it to the door and nearly pinned Summer against the doorframe as she
snuck inside. With a quick glance to
make sure Duke didn’t see her, she darted up the stairs as quietly as she
“I can’t wait for
Christmas either,” Duke continued.
“Family pictures? Aces.”
Once she was at the
top of the stairs, Summer checked a few bedrooms until she came across one with
the door slightly ajar. She peered
inside and saw Benji lying on the bed.
Slowly, she crept inside. He saw
her right away and sat up.
“What are you doing
here?” he asked.
“Duke let me in,”
she said. "I
wanted to see you."
Benji got off the
bed and went toward her. “Did you have a
brain tumor for breakfast or something?
What makes you think I want to have anything to do with you after what
you did to me?”
about that,” she said. “It was Duke’s
idea to tell everyone that you tried to rape me.”
“I wanted to tell
you but I knew you’d freak.”
He snorted and
turned to face her. “What do you know
about anything? Does Blake know you’re
“Blake’s not the
one that I love,” she said coyly. “It’s
you, Benji. We belong together. I’ve known it since that day at Malaga Cove
when you stopped me from jumping.”
“Yeah, and I’ve
learned to regret that decision,” he said wryly. “Look, we fucked on the hood of my car in an
alley last summer. I treated you like
shit. Do you get off on that or
“You stayed with me
that night at my house,” she insisted.
“When you and Miranda came to tell me about my mom. You care about me. I know you do.”
“No, I don’t,” he
said. “I care about Sierra. I love her.”
“Then why aren’t
you with her?”
He looked away in
hopes of evading the question.
“I saw her today,”
Summer went on. “At the wedding. I asked her if she’d met her one true love
and she said she hadn’t. She didn’t even
hesitate before answering. She doesn’t
love you the way you should be loved.
Not the way I would.”
“You talked to
“Why are you
wasting your time with some girl who won’t give you everything you want?” Slowly, she drew closer, her hand reaching
out to his. “Forget her and be with me.”
He shook his
head. “You need to get over it. This connection you think we have is in your
head. You were a piece of ass. A piece of fucked up anorexic ass.”
her eyes until they were rolling down her cheeks. “That night at the pool house we almost made
love again. You-“
“I was thinking
about Sierra,” he said, his tone biting.
She looked away,
sobbing silently. “She won’t make you
“And you will?”
Benji said wryly and went to the door.
the fuck out.”
Wiping her eyes,
she realized she had nothing to lose.
“There’s something else you should know about Duke,” she admitted. “It was his
idea to give that drug to Sierra. The
one Jeff gave her that nearly
killed her. He’s been out to get you, Benji. Because of that night we got together.”
He tried to not
appear phased by the revelation as she turned and left the room. When she got outside, her phone rang. It was Blake wondering where she was.
“It’s over,” she
said, sobbing into the phone.
“What’s over?” he
“You and me,”
Summer replied. “I don’t love you,
Blake. I was just using you to get close
She shook her head
in despair as she climbed into her car.
“Don’t,” she said. “Just leave me alone.
I don’t ever want to see you again.”
Mackenzie wrung her
hands together as she paced back and forth in the sprawling living room of her
house on Mulholland. She couldn’t get
the images of her last argument with Kyle out of her mind. On top of that, she hadn’t been able to
contact James at all. By
now, Brooke had probably told him everything. Suddenly
coming clean about her relationship with Kyle didn't
seem like such a good idea. What if James held
it against her? Just when she'd begun to care
A knock at the door
sent her heart pounding. James. She raced over to answer it. When she opened the door, she saw two men who
looked like cops. Immediately, she went
into panic mode.
“Miss Stone, we’d
like to talk to you about Kyle Fenwick,” said Detective Rodriguez while showing
She swallowed hard
and led them into the living room where they proceeded to ask her how she knew Kyle
and about the argument they’d had at the studio the other day. She deflected their questions as best as she
could. She felt as though the walls were
closing in on her.
“So the argument
overheard between you and Kyle Fenwick happened because he didn’t have a pass to be on set?” Rodriguez asked.
“Yes. You can’t be too careful in my business.”
all that happened?”
and folded her arms. “Detective
Rodriguez, I don’t understand why I’m being interrogated. I didn’t realize there was a law against
having an argument with a trespasser.”
“We’re just talking
to anyone who may have had reason to harm Mr. Fenwick,” said Rodriguez. “He’s in the hospital from a stab
reacted. “When did it happen?”
o’clock this afternoon.”
“The Cahuenga Room
folded her hands in concentration. “Then I suggest you talk to Brooke
Taylor. She’s his girlfriend. I saw her going into the Cahuenga Room just
were you doing there?” Detective Raum asked.
was going to the wedding,” she replied.
“Now if there’s nothing else…”
you,” the detective said. “We’ll talk to
they left, Mackenzie went to her purse and pulled her cell from inside. She quickly dialed James’s number and got his
voicemail again. “James, I need to talk
to you. Where are you?"
Sunset Studios jet careened through the cloudy sky. James sat in the rear cabin gazing out the
window. He’d brought magazines, paperwork,
and of course his blackberry to keep him occupied during the long flight, but
couldn’t concentrate on any of it. His
mind was filled with anxiety. The day’s
events began to weight heavily on him.
First walking in and finding Kyle nearly dead from a puncture wound
while Brooke hovered above him. Then learning
the truth about Kyle and what he’d done.
He wasn’t Will Thomerson’s son.
It had been a lie perpetrated to serve his own needs. More
surprising that that was that Mackenzie knew and hadn't
told him the truth.
worst thing of all was that Brooke was caught right in the middle of it. And
if what they'd learned was true, he didn't think she'd
ever be the same again.
crackling sound from the speaker told him the pilot was about to make an
announcement. “Mr. Blackthorne, we’ll be
landing at LaGuardia in about an hour.
Let me know if there’s anything we can get you in the meantime.”
settled back against the seat and tried to rest. The effort proved futile. He wouldn’t rest until he got to the
turned out to be a beautiful boy,” Kelly said as she admired R.J. who fidgeted
in Alex’s arms. “I can’t believe how
much he looks like Stormy. Three months
ago he looked just like any other baby. But
are you doing here, Kelly?” Alex demanded.
“I thought we agreed that you were going to stay away for good.”
picked up an apple from a bowl of fruit and polished it on her blouse. “Things have changed,” she began. “For starters, Stormy is alive. Nice of you to tell me, by the way. I had to
hear it on the news after that whole Mexico situation unfolded.”
it have made a difference?” Alex hissed and placed the baby in his crib. “You didn’t want R.J., remember? He didn’t fit
in with your movie star
lifestyle. That’s why you came here. To
dump him on someone else.”
came here to give him to James,”
Kelly corrected her. “To the only person
who could be trusted with him. You
happened to see me, cornered me, and paid me to give you my son.”
didn’t see you complaining,” Alex said.
“You even tried to bargain to get more money for him. Typical.
I always knew you were trash.”
decided to take off the gloves. If Alex
was going to be snarky, she saw no reason to hold back. “So explain this to me,” she began. “If Stormy is alive, why do you still have
hard, Alex fidgeted with a baby blanket that she picked up from the sofa. “You have no right to ask me questions about
R.J. You gave up that right when you
took the hundred thousand dollars I gave you.”
shook her head with contempt as realization slowly began to dawn. “You haven’t told him, have you?”
course I have.” She felt her heart
racing. She became panicked.
has no idea that R.J. is his son, does he?
You’ve let him believe that he’s someone else’s baby? But whose?”
and on the verge of hysterics, Alex rushed toward her. “I’ll give you more
money,” she said. “Whatever you
want. Just please don’t ruin this for
wickedly, Kelly walked over to the crib and gazed down at her son. “I wonder how much James and Stormy would pay
if they knew there was a Blackthorne heir that nobody knew about.”
Alex pleaded, her eyes stinging with tears.
“I’m begging you.”
turned to her and saw the desperation in the woman’s eyes. “Quite the predicament I’m in, wouldn’t you
flurry of activity bustled across the third floor of the drug and alcohol
treatment facility in Cosa Mesa. When
the elevator doors opened and Stormy and Eddie emerged, each pushing a linen
cart, they weren’t given a second glance.
Stormy began to realize that Eddie’s plan may just work after all. All they had to do was find Jane’s room and
get her out without arousing suspicion.
He kept a watchful eye on everyone they passed as a precaution.
the carts down the corridor, they studied the placards positioned on the wall
beside the doors, each one listing the patient’s name. The fourth room down was Jane’s.
Simultaneously, they gave each other a nod.
They passed a
nurse’s station centralized in the hall and took careful note of everything
going on. Stormy observed a woman in a
white lab coat approach the desk with a clipboard and a set of keys bound with
a rubber cord.
“I’m going on
break,” the woman said to the desk attendant.
“Page me if Mr. Robinson gives you any trouble.”
gave Eddie the signal and Eddie pulled the fire alarm. Within seconds, pandemonium erupted in the
corridor. Doctors, orderlies, and
counselors began what appeared to be a well-organized evacuation plan.
“Round up the
patients,” the woman at the desk shouted to the attendant. “I’ll get to the fire panel.”
She dropped her
clipboard and her keys on the counter before turning and racing down the
corridor. Stormy sidled over to the
counter and quickly took the keys. He
held them behind his back while he watched the events unfold. Once he was sure no one was watching, he
pulled the cart over to Jane’s room.
The key card opened
the door without a problem. With one
final scan of the floor, he went into the room and turned to see Jane sitting
fitfully on the bed in a hospital gown.
“Is there a fire?”
she asked before she realized who it was.
replied and removed his hat.
Her eyes lit up and
she shot to her feet. “Stormy!” she
exclaimed, throwing her arms around him.
“I can’t believe it! How did
“We don’t have much
time,” he said, lifting the cover from the linen cart to allow Miranda to
emerge from inside. “Get in.”
said, tears forming in her eyes. “I can’t believe you’re doing this for
“We’re not letting
you stay here another day,” Miranda said as she climbed out of the cart and
gave her a squeeze.
Jane covered her
mouth with her hands. “I’m so sorry I
had to drag you all into this,” she said.
“I should have never agreed to the stupid plan in the first place.”
“What plan?” Stormy
A moment of
hesitation followed before she answered.
Alex was their mother so it was going to be hard for them to hear, but
after everything that had happened, she had no choice. And if it mean she lost Stormy for good as a
result of her involvement, then so be it.
“R.J. isn’t my
son,” Jane said. She ignored the blaring
sound of the fire alarms ringing overhead.
This couldn’t wait. “Alex found
me at an audition and paid me to say we met in rehab. She wanted me to say that I’d given birth to
“My mother did that?” Stormy clarified. He couldn’t believe his ears. He glanced at Miranda with a look of
disbelief, then back at Jane. “You were
never in rehab?”
Jane shook her
head. “She got angry when we started
seeing each other and had me admitted to this place to keep us apart.”
“I can’t believe
this,” Miranda murmured under her breath.
“I’m sorry I lied
to you both. I needed money and she said
it would be easy. But then your
step-father started asking all those questions and we had to sign papers and….” A pause while she cried. “It got so out of hand.”
“If R.J. isn’t your
son, then where did our mother get him from?” Miranda asked.
Jane shook her
head. “I don’t know.”
A knock at the door
told them they were running out of time.
They all turned in the direction of the door, panicked.
“Guys, let’s go,”
Eddie called from the hall.
wondering what I'm doing out here.”
Stormy gesturing to
the linen cart and looked at Jane. “Get
Miranda?” Jane asked as she climbed inside.
“There’s not room for both of us.”
“I’ll go with
Eddie,” Miranda said as she covered Jane with the canvas lid. Outside, Eddie continued banging on the
“What’s going on
here?” asked Walter Clements, the hospital administrator, when he approached
Eddie in the corridor. “Is anyone in
“Uh, I was just
trying to find out,” Eddie replied.
“Who are you?” he
asked, studying him closely. “I’ve seen
“Uh, have you? No, I don’t think so. I’m delivering linens. First time here.”
Walter looked at
the linen cart suspiciously. “Open the
“Huh?” Eddie asked,
“Let me see
inside,” Water said, then took it upon himself to pull the tarp from the top of
the cart. Inside there were stacksof
neatly pressed and folded sheets. He
looked back at Eddie, convinced that he was up to something. “You need to come with me.”
Just then, the door
opened and Stormy emerged with the cart, Jane safely hidden inside. “This room’s clear,” he said. “We’ll be going now.”
“Yeah, we’ll be
going now,” Eddie said to Walter. “Hope
everything works out with the fire and all that. Remember to stop, drop and
“Just a minute,”
Walter said, finally recalling where he remembered seeing the two from. “You were in here the other day. You’re going to have to come with me.”
“Uh, sorry, can’t,”
Eddie said. “I have an aversion to
security,” Walter said and dashed over to the nurse’s station. “Don’t even think about going anywhere.”
While he was on the
phone, Stormy opened the cart and lifted Jane from inside. Sneaking her out inside of it was no longer
an option. There was no time.
“Come on!” he said,
taking her hand. He called back into the
room where his sister was hiding.
“Miranda, let’s go!”
She raced out from
behind the door and out into the hall.
Stormy and Jane fled to the stairs with Eddie right behind. Starting after them, Miranda had a clear path
to the stairwell. A security guard
suddenly appeared in her path and blocked her from reaching the door. She turned to run the other way but two more
security guards prevented her from moving.
Cringing, she squeezed her eyes shut when they took her by the arm and
called from the stairs.
“Just go!” she
screamed after them. Better to have Jane
freed than worry about what would happen to her.
ducked back into the stairwell and raced after Stormy and Jane who were already
nearing the ground floor.
downstairs and found Duke gathering the remainder of his things from the
parlor. Hands in his pockets, he circled
him like prey.
Duke asked. “I know you’re going to miss
me and all, but let’s not kid ourselves, we both knew I was here for a
“To destroy Jeff
Branigan,” Benji told him with a scoff.
“That’s what you told me, anyway.
You left out the part about paying me back for sleeping with Summer last
Duke realized it
was only a matter of time before he found out.
“You know me. I don’t like being
upstaged. Fucking another guy’s
girlfriend is definitely not okay.”
another guy’s girlfriend and nearly killing her is?” Benji inquired. “Sierra could have died.”
Duke rolled his
eyes. “Let’s not get overly dramatic,
shall we? I merely suggested Summer get
Sierra out of the way temporarily so she could have her way with you. Branigan gave her the drug and Summer
“It wouldn’t have
happened if you hadn’t suggested it.”
Duke folded his
arms and looked at him. “So what are you
going to do, Rydell? Clobber me with a
baseball bat? Kick my ribs in? Or better yet, publish a book about me
without my knowing. That’ll teach me.” He laughed.
“Get serious. You can’t touch
Benji ran his
finger along the table behind the leather sofa.
“Actually, I can. I called your
parents while I was upstairs.”
Duke’s eyes flashed
open. “What did you tell them?”
“Just a recap of everything you’ve been up to since you showed up in L.A,” he
said. “That incident with the gun when
Steven and I helped you get your bike from Jeff. Posting that video of Summer on her mother’s
website. Oh, and of course nearly
getting Sierra killed.”
hard, careful not to show his panic.
“That’s all circumstantial,” he said.
“You took the fall for the gun incident, remember? And there’s no way to prove those other
“No, but your
shiny, clean reputation with your parents is definitely in question,” Benji
went on. “I think you’ll find your
return to New York
less liberating than you’d planned.”
clapped his hands a few times. “Well
played, Benji. I should have expected
this from you.”
“Have a good flight,”
Benji said, casting him one final glower before turning to leave.
“Oh Benji,” Duke
called after him. “There’s just one more
He stopped and
turned back to him. “What?”
“I assume you ended
things with Sierra after our talk this morning,” he said with a smirk. “You didn’t go to the wedding and I don’t see
Benji folded his
arms belligerently. “It was for the
Smiling, Duke took
a step forward. “You’re a bigger idiot
than I thought. You ratted me out to get
back at me for what I did to you. For
labeling you a rapist and for having Summer drug your precious Sierra. But don’t you get it? My revenge on you wasn’t accomplished by any
of those things. It was accomplished by
destroying the one thing that you claimed mattered more than anything in the
Benji watched him
angrily, sick from having allowed himself to be made to feel like he did.
“I made you doubt
yourself, and in response, you blew the best chance you have at a normal,
healthy relationship.” He dug his hands
in his pockets and sighed. “Poor Benji
has no one. Mommy and Daddy threw him
out, he’s alienated his friends, and now he lost the one thing that made him
Eyes watery, Benji
stared at the floor and cursed himself for letting Duke manipulate him the way
he had. Now he really did have
turned and left the house, leaving Duke behind.
Benji," Duke said with a smile.
With a drink in
hand, Jordan paced the
drawing room at his house in Beverly
Hills. He heard
the front door open and close, promptly spinning around to see who was
there. He laughed when he saw that it
was Suzanne, Brett following close behind.
“Well, well, well,”
said, slightly intoxicated after his fourth scotch. “I guess old habits die hard. I see you’ve found her. You had people quite worried about you, my
darling wife. Tell me, where have you
been? Trolling the boardwalk for
“Why don’t you shut
the hell up for once?” Brett demanded.
“Do you have any idea what she’s been through since she disappeared?”
“She has a habit of
replied. “Last time she was gone for
“You smug son of a
bitch,” Brett said with gnashed teeth.
Suzanne said, exhausted and listless after her ordeal. The
whole time she was giving her statement at the police
station, she couldn't wait to get home. Now she
realized she had nothing to come home to.
something must have happened, Jordan
set his drink down and walked toward them.
“What is it?”
kidnapped her,” Brett said. “He took her
from a parking lot and had her tied up for over a day. He was about to rape her. He would
have if Ross and I hadn’t showed up when we did.”
Jordan frowned and grew
quiet for several moments. He noted the
misery in Suzanne’s eyes and the seriousness on Brett’s face. “How old was he?” he asked with a deadpan
sickened by his bitter response. She
turned away, unable to look her husband in the eyes. He’d turned into a hateful man that she
barely recognized as someone she’d once been so in love with.
“I’m only asking
because you seem to attract the younger ones,” Jordan said.
“Got to hell,”
Suzanne finally said before turning and leaving the room. Brett went after her but she stopped him from
following her to the stairs. “Don’t,”
she said. “I just want to be alone.”
did as she asked. He watched her flee up
the stairs before turning back and approaching Jordan.
“Spare me the
lectures on how to treat women,” Jordan said and went back to his
drink. “I’m not interested, especially
from someone with your track record with relationships.”
“Then maybe you’ll
be interested in this,” Brett told him with a certain amount of
satisfaction. “I contacted your
creditors and filled them in on your plans to file chapter 11. You really
need to get more reliable interns."
“You?” Jordan demanded angrily.
“I also struck a
deal with them,” Brett went on. “We took
on those debts at a substantial discount.
That means when you were foreclosed on earlier today, Rydell Productions
became part of Sunset Studios.”
“You son of a
seethed. “You took my studio from
me? First you took my wife, and now
it?” was Brett’s reply before turning and leaving the house.
Standing behind, Jordan took a
drink from his glass and then threw it across the room.
Upstairs in her
room, Suzanne sat on the edge of her bed in tears. She was tired of feeling this way. Tired of being treated like a second class
citizen just for having made a few mistakes.
Tired of being victimized by men like Lon and Victor and Jordan. Her marriage was over, her children were out
of her life, and she had nowhere to go.
She knew Brett loved her but too much had happened. There was too much at stake.
Yes, she had to
make a change. She
closed her suitcase and zipped it shut.
Picking up the
phone, she called Ross who answered immediately.
“How are you?” he
“I want to go with
you to see Warren Abbot,” she said quickly.
“I want to go right away. There’s
nothing for me here.”
Benji knocked on
the door of Renee’s penthouse. When
Sierra opened the door and saw him standing in the hall, she immediately closed
“Sierra, don’t do
that,” he said, pounding on the door.
“Please talk to me. Let me explain
“Explain what?” she
asked. “What possible reason could you
have for standing me up at my mother’s wedding?”
“I…” he began,
unable to form the words to explain that he’d let Duke manipulate his feelings
for her. “I just…”
“Just what I
thought,” she said through the door. “I
must have been crazy to think you could be mature enough to have a real
relationship. Jacking around town with
girls and with your friends is too important to you to bother with anything
“That’s not true,”
he said. “Look, please just open the
door. I want to talk to you face to
A few moments
passed and then he heard the door unlock.
When she opened it again he could tell that she’d been crying.
“What do you want,
Benji?” she asked without looking him in the eyes.
“I want to get
married,” he said.
Are you crazy?”
He shook his head,
unable to keep from smiling. “No, I’m
very sane. And I want to prove to you
that I’m serious and I’m through being that spoiled kid running around town and
not caring about anything but himself.”
asked. “You and me?”
confirmed. “We’ll drive to Vegas. Sierra, I love you. Please say yes.”
One phone call to a
judge was all it took. A bribe or a
favor, no doubt called in by Renee DeWitt, and there was squad car pulling her
over on Sunset. Gemma Sanders decided
this was the last time she would mix someone’s personal vendettas with her
highly successful call girl business.
She blamed Jackie for involving her.
After she’d been
processed, the officer escorted her to a cell and ushered her inside. She smiled as he locked the door and offered
a reluctant shrug of his shoulders. She
smiled because he’d been a very good client for many years. It took all kinds to make a call girl
business flourish in Hollywood. No one was exempt.
“Well, well, well,”
she said when she noticed the woman in the cell next to hers. “Miranda Blackthorne. What a surprise running into you here of all
places. Tell me, does your Daddy know where you are?"
Miranda looked up
from the bench and rolled her eyes.
Everyone knew Gemma Sanders and she was no exception. “Don’t talk to me, trash,” she quipped.
Standing up, she
walked to the bars and clung to the cold steel.
She had to keep reminding herself that spending a few hours in jail was
worth it. At least they’d gotten Jane
out of that hell hole.
She had to laugh in
spite of the circumstances. Here she
was, four months pregnant and sitting in jail for a list of charges associated
with breaking into a drug rehabilitation center.
No doubt it would be a humorous story to tell her baby one day when he
or she was old enough. She wondered if
Eddie would still be in the picture then.
David obviously wouldn’t be. His
condition was worsening every day. And
if it did turn out to be his child, she would make sure he or she knew who their
Staring out the
window of his room at the clinic in San
Francisco, David Jennings couldn’t help but feel
remorseful. He’d avoided saying any
goodbyes to the friends and acquaintances he’d acquired in Los Angeles.
To James, who had been by his side since his father died. To Renee, who had been involved in his life
one way or another ever since their father’s did business together. And to Miranda especially, whose spirit and
zest for life had invigorated him – and sometimes frustrated him. The fact that she may be carrying his child
was a wake up call. Plagued with an incurable
disease, he’d resigned to the fact that he would never know what it was like to
have a child of his own.
A voice across the
room reminded him that he wasn’t alone.
He turned slowly and looked at the doctor.
scheduled for tomorrow morning,” the doctor said. “David, I would be remiss if I didn’t caution
you once again about the risks involved.
This is a very new development in brain cancer treatment. The success rate’s only been…”
percent,” David finished for him. “I
know. You don’t have to tell me the
odds, Dr. Fitzsimmons. But when you look
at the alternative, I don’t see much of a choice.”
“You do have a choice,” he replied. “You can live out the rest of your
months. Make the most of them. Spend them with your loved ones.”
David smiled. “I don’t want them to see me die. It’s just not an option.”
“Which is why you
didn’t tell them about the surgery,” the doctor surmised.
“I’d rather they
think I went away to die. At least then
if it doesn’t work I wouldn’t have gotten their hopes up.”
“Recovery could be
a long road.”
David nodded and
looked back out the window. “I’ve got
plenty of time.”
on the sofa, Alex barely acknowledged when someone began pounding on the door
of the apartment. She refused to get up,
to acknowledge that her life was over.
But when she heard her son’s voice in the hall, she realized she
wouldn’t be able to hide forever. She
had to face reality. If there was one
thing she’d learned in rehab, it was that.
she made her way across the room and opened the door. Seeing Stormy in the hallway with Jane at his
side further cemented the fact that she was out of options.
going to ask you something and I want a straight answer,” Stormy said after
rushing inside. “Did you bribe someone
at the treatment center to have Jane committed?”
a glazed over look in her eyes, Alex nodded her head. “I’m sorry.”
There was no sense in denying it. Everything she'd done to keep R.J. had
been for nothing.
sorry?” Stormy exclaimed. “What the hell is wrong with you? What could have possibly made you do
something like that? Please help me
understand what’s going on in your head.”
told him about our plan,” Jane said.
“That you paid me to pretend I was R.J.’s mother. He knows everything.”
wiped her eyes. “Not everything.”
frowned. “What do you mean? What is there to know?”
turned around and placed a hand on her forehead. “I don’t know how to tell you this,
Stormy. I swear I never meant to hurt
you. I thought you were dead. The news reports all said so. I thought I was doing the right thing.”
walked toward her and spun her back around to face him. “What are you saying?”
looked at the empty bassinette that sat across the room. “I wanted to give him a good home.”
Stormy began, his eyes flaring. An
unsettled feeling in the pit of his stomach told him that he already knew the
answer to his next question. “Who is
She closed her eyes
briefly. “He’s your son,” she said.
Jane covered her
mouth with her hands and gasped with surprise.
“My son?” Stormy asked, bewildered. “But how…”
He paused and thought back as far as he could remember. “Kelly.”
Alex nodded, tears
rolling down her cheeks.
“I had a baby and
you never told me!?” Stormy lamented, grabbing her by the shoulders and shaking
“I thought you were
dead!” she cried. “I just wanted to hold
on to a piece of you for myself. I’d
made so many mistakes with you and your sister that I-“
screamed. “I’m done hearing about your
mistakes and how you want to make everything right! You can’t make this right, mother! You can’t take back any of it! You’ve made everything worse, can’t you see
Sobbing, she sunk
to her knees. “Stormy, please-“
“No, I will never
forgive you for this,” he said angrily.
“You are not my mother.”
“Where is R.J.?” Stormy
demanded. “Where is my son?”
“He’s gone,” she
replied through a fit of tears.
“Gone? Where is he?”
“Kelly took him,”
she said, burying her face in her hands.
“I tried to stop her but I couldn’t.
turned and looked at Jane. How could he
have found his son and lost him again all in the same day?
Staring through the
window into Kyle’s hospital room, Brooke thought about their argument at
Moonshadows. Every second played over
and over in her mind as she felt her eyes welling up with tears….
“How could you?” she screamed after walking into the
“Jesus, not you too,” Kyle said with a sigh. He looked at the wake of destruction that
Mackenzie had left. Remains from a few
pieces of broken china and a few of the Tiffany lamp centerpieces were
scattered across the floor. “Is everyone pissed off at me today?”
“Who is Dan Cody?" Brooke demanded. “Tell me the truth!”
“Your old prison mate.
Mackenzie told me she went to see him.
I also know she’s not an old girlfriend.
She’s your sister!”
“Brooke, I can explain-“
That you lied about being Will Thomerson’s son? That you aren’t Ethan’s half-brother? How could you tell me those lies and still
claim that you love me?”
“I do love you,” he insisted. “You have to believe that!”
“I can’t believe anything you tell me,” Brooke
lamented. “Everything you’ve told me is
a lie! Now tell me who Dan Cody is!”
“Why?” Kyle demanded.
“What difference could it make?”
“Mackenzie told me to ask you who Dan Cody is. Now tell me.
Because if you don’t I swear to God I’ll make sure you regret it.”
Kyle looked at her and realized he had no choice. He was backed into a corner….
asked Detective Rodriguez when he came up behind her at the hospital. “We need to ask you some questions about Kyle
Fenwick. We understand you were seen
with him minutes before he was stabbed.”
Brooke turned and
looked at them in panic. “I…”
“Did you and Mr.
Fenwick have an argument?” Detective Raub asked.
She nodded, tears
forming in her eyes again. “Yes, we
formulate the words. “He’d…been lying to
me. To everyone. He wasn’t who he claimed to be.”
“Miss Taylor, did
you strike Kyle Fenwick with the broken lamp?” Rodriguez asked.
Brooke wiped her
eyes, too paralyzed to speak. “You don’t
understand. He’s alive…”
“Yes, we know he’s
alive,” Rodriguez said. “But attempted
murder is still a crime. I’m afraid
we’re going to have to take you downtown for questioning. You may want to call your lawyer.”
“No, I’m not
talking about Kyle,” Brooke said through a haze.
Detective Raub asked. “Who’s
pulling herself together but it was impossible.
She needed to talk to James. Why
hadn’t he called with news?
James was led down
a corridor at the Arthur Kill Correctional Facility, then instructed to sit in
a chair in the visitation area and wait.
“You’re the second
one to come visit this guy in the last two days,” the guard said. “He doesn’t get a single visitor in months
and suddenly two in the same week. Last one was a woman. Real pretty."
well do you know Dan Cody?” James asked.
The guard, a burly
black man with a handlebar mustache, shook his head. “He
doesn't talk much.
Barely talks to anyone since his old cell mate left. Matter of fact, nobody really calls him Dan
Cody anymore. Not since they found out
his real name.”
James turned back
around just as a man was led into the room and seated on the opposite side of
the glass. After an initial blur of
orange from his jumpsuit, the man’s face came into focus. James’s mouth opened in shock as he tried to
wrap his head around what he was seeing.
It suddenly became evident that what Kyle told Brooke that afternoon
back in L.A.
was the truth.
“Ethan,” James said
and picked up the phone connecting the two sides.
James,” Ethan Blackthorne said.
“Dan Cody is Ethan,” Kyle said reluctantly to
“Ethan?” she asked, confused.
“Michael’s father,” he explained. “We were in prison together.”
Shaking her head, Brooke backed up a step. “No, Ethan’s dead…he died in the
“He’s alive,” Kyle said.
“You’re lying,” she insisted,
then repeated herself. “You’re lying. You wouldn’t have kept that from me. If he’s alive you would have told me months
she began to realize why the voice on the phone sounded
He closed his eyes with regret. “I’m sorry.”
“Sorry?” she exclaimed, rushing toward him and beating
him with her fists. “Sorry? God damn you!”
a fit of anger, she pushed him hard. Before he could regain his balance, he fell on his back and let out a
loud gasp. Blood ebbed from his mouth as
he writhed in agony. Quickly, Brooke rushed
forward to see if he was okay. As he
rolled over, she saw the blood seeping onto the floor, the Tiffany lamp embedded
deep in his back...
snapped out of the daze when the cell doors slammed
behind her. She turned, wrapping her arms around
herself as she shivered from the cold. She grabbed
the bars and tried to hold herself together. She
had to Ethan's sake. If what Kyle said was true, he
was alive. How she couldn't even fathom.
She'd seen the ashes from his car after the earthquake.
Everyone told her he was dead. She'd accepted
with anxiety, she slid down onto a cold steel bench
across the cell. Now James wouldn't be able to
contact her when he got to New York. How would
she be able to think of anything else until he confirmed
would kill her.