Brett and Stormy clashed over Sunset Studios business. Following her
miscarriage, Gwen grew overly attached to Michael. Will sent Heather on an
audition and the director drugged her. Jordan grew irate when he learned that
Alex and James were in business together. Brooke insisted that James check into
Gwen’s background after she took Michael for a walk without telling her. James
canceled another date with Miranda, who got drunk and screamed that she wished
Michael had never been born.
Janet Harper finished her drink in the bar at Hotel Terranova and made her way across
the lobby to the elevator. It was
getting late and she wanted to change clothes so she could be at the premiere
of Angel Assassin before the rest of
the media got there. She wanted to be
the first in line to get the scoop.
Stepping into the elevator, she thought about Ethan and
how strange he’d acted that night. There
had been something on his mind and he refused to discuss it, instead saying he
was tired and wanted to go home. After
failing to change his mind, they said their goodnights and he left. Unfortunately she had yet to get any useful
information from him. While Ethan was
fun and exciting in bed, she had no use for him other than what he could do for
She approached her room and opened the door with her
keycard. Upon entering, she immediately
saw that something was amiss. Switching
on the light, her eyes darted to a chair by the bed where Will Thomerson was
“Good evening, Miss Harper,” he said with a sly grin.
“What the hell are you doing in my room?” she demanded,
then wasted no time in heading for the phone to call
security. “Have you ever heard of
breaking and entering?”
“I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” Will said, moving
across the room and waving her manuscript in the air. Luckily for him she wasn't expecting a search
of her room. “Very interesting reading,
by the way.”
She quickly reached out and tried snatching the pages
away from him. “Give me that!” she
exclaimed in frustration.
But Will was too quick.
He held it up over his head and backed away from her, taunting her with
a devilish grin. “I’ll be happy to after
you hear what I have to say.”
Janet groaned with irritation and stepped back. “Give me one reason why I shouldn’t call the
police right now and have you arrested.
You can’t just go breaking into people’s hotel rooms, you know.”
Will leafed through the manuscript and shrugged
indifferently. “This is quite a
tell-all, Miss Harper,” he said, relishing the dirty details she’d written
about James and his family. “I must say
you have a keen eye for details. I
particularly love the chapter about Alex Reynolds coming home and finding her
husband in bed with Brooke Taylor. It’s
almost like you were there. How did you
ever get your facts?”
“I never reveal my sources,” Janet said with a smirk and
sat down on the edge of her bed. “Let’s
just say a friend of a friend of Alex Reynolds was more than happy to dish the
dirt with me over cocktails at the Polo
Impressed, Will glanced through a few more pages. “And that affair Stormy Blackthorne had with
Samantha whatsername in Denver
last summer. You were there to witness
all the sordid details of that. He
probably had no idea he was the subject of your poison pen. You must have been following that family
around for weeks. First Denver,
“Is all of this leading to something?”
Will set the pages down on the desk and poured himself a
drink at the bar. “Is it safe to assume
that this is the reason you have been seeing Ethan?” he asked. “To get more dirt for your masterpiece?”
Janet looked away, fully aware that her silence was a
“I thought so,” Will continued and downed a glass of
scotch. “You know, Miss Harper, I’m
aware of the problems you’ve encountered working for the Denver Tribune. Didn’t the Fallmonts lean pretty hard on the
owners to try to get you to stop printing gossip about them?”
“That’s right,” Janet said. “They apparently don’t believe in freedom of
Will laughed heartily.
“Political families usually don’t,” he said. “Why, Senator
Fallmont himself tried to get you fired from
the Tribune, didn’t he?”
Janet sighed and looked at him with a bored
expression. “What is this? This Is
Your Life? Look, it’s simple. I came to L.A.
to give the public what they really want.
The Blackthornes are hot right now.”
“I’m prepared to make you an offer,” Will said with a smile as if he was
quite happy with himself. “I’d like to
take your manuscript and make it into a film.”
He nodded with excitement. “Just think of it. We can get the top names in the industry to
star. The Blackthornes Exposed: Secrets of A Hollywood Family.
It could be the top grossing movie of next year.”
Janet shook her head and stood up from the bed. “It sounds nice but what do I get out of it?”
she asked. “I’ve worked hard on this
story. I want people to read it and see
that I’m a serious journalist and that I’m a force to be reckoned with.”
“You can do that from Denver."
“No I can’t,” she replied. “You said it yourself. The Fallmonts have used their clout to limit
my reporting to cat shows and ski lodge reviews. No thank you.”
Will hesitated for a minute and then smiled
gleefully. “But there isn’t much they
could do to stop you from writing any story you wanted if you owned the Tribune.”
Janet stopped in her tracks and spun around to face
him. “That’s serious money you’re
talking about,” she said. “Money that I
“But I do,” Will said with calculated certainty. “I’ll buy the Denver Tribune for you,
you give me the rights to your manuscript, and we’ll both be winners. You can go back to Denver
and hit the Fallmonts with everything you’ve got. And the best part is, there’s not a damn
thing they can do about it.”
The prospect intrigued Janet to no end. She rubbed her hands together and began
pacing the room. “If I own the newspaper
then they can’t stop me from printing any story I want?” she asked.
“That’s right,” Will said.
She put her hands on her hips and looked at him dead
on. “Why are you so interested in making
this movie?” she asked. “I’m assuming
it’s purely for revenge. Possibly
something to do with James's sister back in Kansas, and the fact that you've
been taking turns destroying each other ever since. In case you missed it, that's covered in
“Don’t worry. I’ll
fill in all the blanks so the public gets the real truth.”
Janet paused and considered her options carefully. A minute later she turned to him and extended
her hand. “You’ve got yourself a deal,”
she said, her eyes beaming.
Will couldn't be happier that she accepted. At long last he'd be able to tell his side of
the story, and put it out there for the whole world to see. The Blackthornes would be sorry they ever crossed him.
Heather stumbled across the office in the rundown old
building in downtown Hollywood. She tried desperately to focus but it was
impossible. A hazy cloud hung over her
eyes and all she could make out were shapes and light sources.
Placing a hand on her forehead, she teetered back and
forth on her feet, growing more disoriented by the minute. She heard voices in the room but none that
registered as anyone familiar. Soon she
found it difficult to remember where she was or how she got there. She remembered something about a screen
test. Was that it? Was she doing a screen test? The more she struggled to register what was
going on the more confused she became.
Slowly she reached her hands out in front of her to guide
her way. She felt the cold surface of a
leather sofa and sat down quickly, laying her head down on the cushions. The cold leather felt refreshing on her hot
skin and she suddenly became aware of how thirsty she was. Seconds later she was barely conscious at
Joel motioned to the director of photography and summoned
the lighting guy. While they set up
their equipment, he opened the door and called in two muscular, greasy looking
young men wearing navy bathrobes. They quickly
went to work at undressing Heather, then turned to Joel for further directing.
With a smirk, Joel shrugged his shoulders and called for
quiet on the set. “Action,” he said
The two men disrobed and took turns violating Heather as the
red light on the camera blinked ominously.
After Miranda's outburst, Brooke took the baby to the
nursery and left him there while she went to console James. It was obvious that Miranda's words hurt him
deeply. She found him in the library
standing by the fireplace in a deep state of concentration.
"James, we’ve got to go if we want to get to the
theater on time," she said and approached him from behind.
Shaking his head, James stared at the flames with glazed
over eyes. "How could she say those
hateful things about your and the baby?" he asked. "My own daughter."
Brooke struggled to find words to make it all right. She herself wasn't hurt by what Miranda had
said. She was used to her verbal abuse
and didn't expect anything different from the spoiled young woman. James, on the other hand, didn't have her
"Having a baby in the house is an adjustment for
everyone," she finally said.
"Then why is Miranda the only one causing
problems?" James retaliated and began pacing the room. "Everyone else is perfectly happy. Stormy, Brett, Heather - they're not
getting drunk and spewing
venom about an innocent little baby."
Placing a hand on his shoulder, Brooke turned him to face
her. "You know Miranda better than
anybody," she began. "She just
needs time. Don't be too hard on
Finally James had to smile. "I can't believe you're defending her
after the things she said. Not just
tonight, but last summer when we were planning the wedding. Mean, hateful things. And yet you still see the good in her.”
Brooke smiled in turn and hugged him warmly. “I love you.”
“I love you too,” James said, somewhat more relaxed after
their talk. “Let’s see if the family’s
ready and we’ll go.” He sighed and
adjusted his bow tie, finally noticing how stunning Brooke looked in her
dazzling sequin gown and the necklace he’d given her on the 4th of July. “You’re beautiful, you know that?”
“Well thank you,” she said with a giddy laugh. Suddenly her expression dimmed and she
crossed her arms hesitantly. “James, I
feel strange about leaving Michael home tonight.”
James frowned. “It
isn’t like he’ll be alone,” he said.
“Gwen will be here.”
“Did you get a chance to talk to Stormy or Brett about
the private investigator?” she asked.
“Are they going to check into her background?”
“I asked Brett to do it,” James announced. “Stormy’s still getting situated at the
studio and I didn’t want to burden him with another task. If there’s anything Gwen is keeping from us,
Brett will find out.”
Brooke nodded and relaxed a little. Gwen wouldn’t risk doing anything now. She was probably wrong about her. She hoped so, anyway.
“I’ll have the driver pull the car around,” James said.
“Okay, I’m going to go say goodnight to Michael and I’ll
be right down,” Brooke announced before leaving the room and heading up the
stairs to the nursery. When she entered
the room, her heart stopped at the sight of Ethan standing beside the crib
looking down at the sleeping baby.
“Ethan?” she asked in a soft, timid voice. “What are you doing here?
How did you get in?”
He turned and looked at Brooke, immediately immersed in
the old feelings they shared for each other.
Feelings that she now either denied or somehow lost over the past few
“Brooke,” he began, his hands in his pockets. “You look well.”
She regarded him carefully, trying to determine his
mindset. So much had happened between
them. The affair in the Dominican
Republic, lying to him and James about the
baby, and then taking off to Phoenix. She’d only seen him once since she’d gotten
back. It was easier that way. No reminders from the past to cloud her judgement. She was with James now and that’s where she
“So do you,” she finally replied. “But you still haven’t answered my
question. What are you doing here?”
Ethan shrugged and looked back at Michael. “I had to see the baby. I ran into Miranda earlier and….well, I just
had to come. I hope you don’t mind.”
Brooke quickly walked to the crib to make sure Michael
was okay. “Well I do mind,” she said, forcing herself to sound bitter. She’d forgotten how just being near him was
enough to make her heart flutter. “If
James caught you in here he would have a fit.
You know how he feels about you.”
“What about you?” Ethan asked and stepped forward. He couldn’t take his eyes off of her
mesmerizing blue eyes. They were just as
he remembered. “How do you feel about me?”
Keeping her back to him, she pretended to fidget with the
baby’s blankets inside of the crib.
“What difference does it make now?” she asked. “James and I are married and we have a
son. How I feel about you is
“Unless Michael is really mine,” Ethan said boldly. He knew there was still a chance that it was
true. No blood tests or DNA tests had
been taken. All they had to go on was
Quickly she spun around and slapped him across the
face. Ethan brought his hand up and
ignored the stinging sensation. “How
dare you come into this house and question who the father of my baby is,” she
said, her eyes threatening to explode with tears. For so long the lying had come easily. But now just after seeing Ethan for a few
minutes it made it harder than ever. “I
told you months ago that James was the father.”
“But how do you know that for sure?”
“Then perform a DNA test on the baby,” Ethan
suggested. “So we can find out once and
Outraged and hurt, Brooke began pounding her fists into
his chest, sending him staggering back against the wall of the nursery. “You have no right to ask me to do that!” she
cried. “No right!”
After hearing the commotion, James had run up the stairs
and into the nursery. He spotted Brooke
assaulting Ethan and quickly flew into action, trying desperately to get her
away. “What the hell’s going on here?”
“You’ll never see that baby again! Do you hear me?” Brooke screamed. “Never!”
Ethan cowered away, startled by Brooke’s reaction. After James had finally calmed her down, he
ducked out of the room and started to the staircase. Quickly, James approached him and grabbed his
arm with brute force.
“What are you doing in my house and what the hell did you
say to upset my wife?” he yelled angrily.
Ethan looked at his uncle and shook his head with
remorse. “I’m sorry, James. I just wanted to see the baby. I didn’t mean to upset Brooke.”
“Well you sure did a bang up job of doing it anyway! Now let’s get one thing straight, Ethan. Brooke is my
wife and Michael is my son. You have
no right to come in here demanding anything.
Now get the hell out of here before I do something I’ll regret.”
Staring at him with pain in his eyes, Ethan started down
the staircase and didn’t stop until he got to the front door. After he’d gone, James closed his eyes and
tried to put the disturbing scene out of his mind. Why was Michael suddenly the topic of so much
drama in their lives?
searched all over the house for Gwen and found her in the laundry room in the
basement folding a basket of baby clothes.
He paused in the doorway and tried to find something to say to her that
would smooth things over. The last thing
he needed was her blabbing the truth to anyone.
you going to be okay alone with the baby?” he asked, failing at making small
frowned, barely looking back at him. “I
think I can handle taking care of a little baby,” she said. “I am
a nurse, you know.”
know, I just thought that after what happened you might not be ready to be
around a baby, that’s all,” Brett said.
“Are you okay?”
she turned and glared at him ominously.
“God saw fit to take our baby away,” she replied. “I just have to accept that and move on.”
I really am sorry about what happened,” he said, reaching his hand out and
gently touching her shoulder. “I know
what I said the other day but I never meant for this to happen. I’m sorry for not realizing how much you wanted
studied his face carefully, knowing better than to let him draw her in again
with his smooth talk. “You must think
I’m really dumb,” she began. “You told
me to have an abortion because you didn’t want to ruin your precious position with
Sunset Studios, or your ridiculous
marriage to James’s daughter. Our baby
was just an inconvenience to you so you just assumed that I would brush it
under the rug and forget about it. Well I’m
sorry if I have more regard for human life than you do.”
you’re wrong-“ he started. But he knew
that she was right. The affair was a
mistake, and her getting pregnant was an even bigger mistake. If anyone had found about it he would be
ruined. “Look Gwen, I can’t change
what’s happened. I really am sorry about
relaxed a little and put down her defenses.
He sounded sincere enough, she thought to herself. Maybe Brett wasn’t such a monster after all.
a sly grin, he sidled up next to her and slid his hand over her shoulder. “I just want to make sure we’re both thinking
with our heads,” he continued. “Yes,
what happened was awful, but I don’t think that anyone needs to know that I was
the father of your baby.”
looked at him and listened to his every word. Saving his own skin was all he careda bout.
She almost felt sick.
He was a monster.
would it accomplish, anyway?” Brett asked, brushing his lips against her neck
and nuzzling her seductively. “I’d be
banished and you’d be fired. We’d both
be out in the cold and left with nothing.
Don’t you agree that it’s much better that we keep it to ourselves and
just move on like nothing happened?”
words disgusted her and she quickly realized that Brett didn’t have a sincere
bone in his body. He was only out for
himself. Quickly, she brought her leg up
and kneed him in the crotch.
howled in pain and doubled over, hunched near to the ground as he gasped for
breath. “What the-“ he groaned. “You bitch!
What was that for?”
for our baby,” Gwen said hatefully. “And
for me, and for your poor wife. I don’t
think any of us will be the same after you’re gone.”
knelt on the floor of the laundry room and winced from the immense pain between
his legs. “What are you going to do?” he
hesitating for a minute, Gwen shrugged and gave him a coquettish smile. “I don’t know yet,” she said. “I’d like to see you sweat for a while
the excruciating pain subsided, Brett decided that Gwen was a threat to his
livelihood and he was going to have to find a way to get rid of her. For good.
stood before the dressing mirror in her and Jordan’s bedroom, admiring her flawless
appearance and pushing a pair of diamond chandelier earrings through her
ears. In the reflection she spotted Jordan enter the room dressed in a
burgundy tracksuit and his brownish blond hair sweaty after a jog.
aren’t you dressed?” she asked and spun around with a flourish. “I told the driver we were leaving in five
minutes. Jordan, we’re going to be late.”
James’s movie premiere?” Jordan asked bitterly and unzipped his
jacket. “What makes you think I’m going?
eyed him suspiciously and followed him into the bathroom where he turned on a
hot shower. “Because you don’t want to
be accused of being a bad sport, do you?
would it look if we don’t show
up? People will think you’re boycotting
all premieres that don’t come out of your studio, and they’ll think I’m a
jealous ex-wife. I’m sorry, Jordan but I
simply can’t allow the media to crucify us like that.”
not stopping you from going,” Jordan said and shed the rest of his
clothes until he stood before her naked.
“If you want to go to James’s premiere then go, but you’ll have to do it
gave a heavy sigh and turned to leave.
“Whatever. I’m leaving. This steam is causing havoc on my hair
anyway.” She grabbed her mink stole
from the bed and started to the door when Jordan quickly approached and pulled
her back. “What are you doing?”
our marriage,” he said and pressed his hard naked body against her pristine gown. Wrapping his arms around her, he pulled her
into a passionate kiss and felt himself growing aroused by her scent.
later, Alex pushed him away and stood back with a scowl embedded on her
face. “If you’re trying to swoon me into
staying home with you then you can forget it,” she said bitterly. “I told you I’m going to the premiere. If you don’t want to go then you can stay
that, she turned and left the room. Jordan’s mouth dropped open in awe,
humiliated by the way she casually dismissed his advances. Why was it that James Blackthorne was always
more important than he was?
Sooner or later someone would have to take
something from James. Something precious. Then
he'd know how it felt.
flashes blinded James and Brooke as they stepped out of the limousine parked
just outside the Mann Village Theater
Reporters flocked around them, shoving microphones and tape recorders at
them from every direction. James smiled
and waved congenially as he led Brooke up the red carpet to the mammoth front
entrance of the theater.
them, Stormy and Brett followed. Janet Harper
watched from behind the velvet rope where other reporters and media figures
were gathered. She stood beside an
anchor from E! as he did his report
Blackthorne has just arrived with his family for the long-awaited premiere of Angel Assassin,” said the reporter into
his microphone. “A film that Blackthorne
had to pull from release last year due to receiving an X rating from the
MPAA. Now after having removed several
minutes of violence from the film, it’s finally being released worldwide just
in time for consideration of a Filmmaker award
nomination. Everyone seems to be in
attendance tonight for this gala event.
It’s a relative who’s who of Hollywood royalty tonight.”
inside the theater, James turned to Brett amidst a crowd of movie stars,
directors and producers. “I can’t
believe we haven’t heard from Miranda,” he said. “I don’t
like it one bit. Still no word from her?”
Brett checked his cell phone to make sure he hadn’t
missed a call from his wife. “No, she
hasn’t even called,” he said. “I’m
really getting worried. Where could she
“This isn’t the first
time Miranda has taken off after one of her tantrums,” Stormy said and twisted
uncomfortably in his constricting tuxedo shirt.
“She’ll come home as soon as she’s done licking her wounds.”
Brooke agreed and
clutched her beaded Prada bag at her side.
“I bet she’s at Hotel Terranova,”
she said. “She’ll probably come home
But James couldn’t
help but feel betrayed by his daughter’s absence. It seemed that whenever something eventful
happened she pulled one of her disappearing acts. Last year at his wedding to Brooke she took
off for Vegas, and now this, and all because she was jealous of Michael.
was she up to now?
Will Thomerson sat in
his study at his estate in Hollywood watching the news coverage of
the premiere of Angel Assassin. His private line rang and he casually lifted
the receiver to his ear.
“It’s done,” said
“Where is she now?”
“I checked her into a
room at Hotel Terranova.”
“You what?” Will asked in a rage as he leaned
forward in his red Eames lounge
chair. “James Blackthorne owns that
hotel. What if someone saw you with
Joel shook his head
in protest. “No one saw me with her,” he said.
“And I left your little surprise for when she wakes up.”
Will grinned and relaxed a little more. “Good,” he said. “Make sure I get a copy as soon as
possible. I’ve just acquired the rights
to a manuscript and this home movie of yours should make for an interesting
segment in the film.”
“You’ll have it first
thing in the morning,” said Joel.
“Good. And your payment will be delivered as
promised.” He hung up and watched an
interview with James at the premiere at the Mann
Village Theater. He shook his head
back and forth in outrage, fuming at the sight of his mortal enemy.
Soon his revenge
would be complete against the Blackthornes.
Heather had paid for her deception, and now he would make James pay for
keeping his son from him. Thanks to
Janet Harper’s manuscript everything was going to work out perfectly. They would all pay dearly.
1213 of Hotel Terranova was eerily
quiet as Heather stirred awake and looked around to get her bearings. She
was groggy and had a numbing headache that she felt all the way down to her
toes. Her mouth was unbelievably dry
and she felt weak and listless.
up on the bed, she looked around and realized that somehow she had ended up in
a hotel room. She looked to the end of
the bed and saw the television on, white fuzzy static glowing silently on the
screen. Next to it was a videotape with
a note attached to it. In her hazy
state, she stumbled across the room and read the words scrawled out on the slip
of paper. Congratulations! Your first big role was a smash!!
Frowning, she stuck the tape in the VCR and waited for it to
start. Moments later, she saw herself
laying on the sofa of an old cluttered office, the sound of cheesy disco music
emanating from the background. A flash
of reality suddenly came to her and she covered her mouth in horror.
next thing she saw was two men coming at her, violating her in every way she
could imagine. They took turns with her
while she laid there unconscious and unaware of anything going on around her.
and disgusted at the same time, she quickly ejected the tape and looked back at
the note. All she could remember was
Will telling her to go to that director’s office for a screen test. He was going to help her get into a movie.
the other side of the note there was a cryptic message written. Upon further examination, she became certain
it was Will’s handwriting. Next time you want to steal from me, you’d
better be ready for payback.
hands trembled uncontrollably and she dropped the note to the floor. A few tears slid down her cheeks as the full
reality of what happened began to sink in.
the Blackthorne mansion, Gwen left the nursery and went back down to the
basement to gather the rest of the laundry.
She piled a heaping of baby socks and bibs in her arms and started back
across the expansive basement, passing the racquetball court and the private
her haste to leave the dark, eerie lower level of the house, she stumbled and
dropped a few items from the laundry.
Sighing with frustration, she bent down to retrieve them. As she stood back up, she leaned against the
wall for a moment, long enough to secure the items in her arms.
warning, the wall behind her gave way and she stumbled back a few steps into a
dark, mildewy crevasse. Frowning, she
examined her surroundings and realized she’d come across a hidden door in the
wall. Somewhat unnerved, she peered into
the darkness and tried to see where the opening led to. But all she could see was blackness...
approached James after the unveiling of Angel
Assassin. She glared at Brooke who
hung like a treasure on his arm.
“Excellent film, James,” she said and kissed him lightly on the
cheek. “It’s a glowing testament to your
last picture as head of Sunset Studios.”
smiled in turn. “And to think it almost
didn’t happen thanks to you and Will Thomerson.” He couldn’t resist the good-natured jab.
Harper approached and gave Stormy a wink as she held a tape recorder out to
James. “Mr. Blackthorne, congratulations
on a superb achievement,” she said.
you, Miss Harper,” James said. “Good to
see you again.”
eyed Janet suspiciously. She seemed to
keep popping up everywhere they went.
First he ran into her in Denver, then Phoenix, and now in L.A.
And the mystery only deepened by her refusal to admit why she was still
hanging around their family. What did
that you’ve handed the reigns of Sunset
Studios over to your son and son-in-law, what do you plan to do?” Janet
starting a new business with my ex-wife,” James announced and motioned toward
Alex. “Blackthorne-Reynolds is going to be the new powerhouse in the
natural gas industry. Mark my words.”
smiled fondly. “That’s quite a different
tune from Hollywood.
I hope your fans can handle the news.”
trust my son and son-in-law to keep up the entertainment value that people have
come to expect from Sunset Studios.”
one day your son Michael will no doubt have his hands in the business,” Janet
nodded with a grin. “You can be assured
of that, Miss Harper.”
started down the red carpet to the limo as the cameras flashed from every
When they returned
home, James took Brooke’s coat and gave her a kiss on the cheek. “I’m going to go see if Miranda’s back yet,”
I’ll go check on Michael,” Brooke replied and started up the stairs to the
nursery. When she entered the room she
saw that that baby wasn’t in his crib.
After a brief moment of panic, she sufficiently calmed herself down long
enough to think rationally. He probably
started crying and Gwen picked him and carried him around for a while. It seemed to be the only way he would go back
to sleep sometimes.
than anything, she refused to get upset again the way she did the other day
when Gwen had taken him out for a
walk. She disrupted the entire house,
and for nothing.
she turned and went down the hall to Gwen’s room. After knocking, she slowly pushed the door
open and peered inside. Gwen was laying
in bed reading. The baby was nowhere in
she asked. “Where’s Michael?”
nanny looked at her with a frown and casually set her book down. “He’s sleeping in the nursery,” she replied
evenly. “I put him to bed hours ago.”
eyes flashed open and she threw her hands up to her mouth. “Oh my God,” she cried, trembling all
over. If Gwen didn’t have him then where
was he? Leilani was out for the evening
and no one else was home.
she realized Miranda must have come home and got him from his crib. She turned and ran down the hall, meeting up
with James at the top of the stairs.
“Well Miranda still isn’t home yet,” James said, throwing
his hands up in resignation.
“What?” Brooke gasped, tears flowing from
her eyes. “James! Michael is gone!”
don’t get upset,” he said soothingly.
“Gwen probably has him and-“
in her room!” Brooke cried. She looked
around, feeling the walls closing in on her.
“Oh my God! Where is he?”
then, the front doors opened downstairs in the foyer and Miranda sauntered
inside. She looked up to the landing and
saw the panic in Brooke’s eyes. “What’s
going on?” she asked.
“Miranda,” James said and rushed down the stairs. “Did you take Michael somewhere?”
she grew defensive. “No!
Why would you think that?”
gone,” James said and turned around just as Brooke arrived at the bottom of
“Dear God, no.”
bit down on her lip and looked at the terror in her father’s eyes and on
Brooke’s pale, listless face. She showed
no emotion as Brett and Stormy came down the hall and realized what was going
ran up the stairs to the nursery to see for himself. They were right. Michael was nowhere to be found. He raced down to Gwen’s room and found her
slipping her robe on. She jumped with a
start when he appeared in the doorway.
Stormy’s eyes traveled to the floor beside the bed where Gwen’s suitcase
was laid out, halfway full of clothes.
in the foyer, James held onto Brooke as she cried hysterically on his
shoulder. He closed his eyes and made a
futile effort to comfort her.
baby was gone. Taken from their own home
into the night.
Miranda remains unaccounted
for. Gwen prepares to leave town in a hurry.
James suspects Philip. Jordan is out all night.
Stormy senses something is wrong with Heather.
Brett's P.I. finds a secret in Gwen's closet.