Janet was questioned by the police about her relationship with Will. She
revealed that she went to his house the night of the murder with a gun, intent
on threatening him into relinquishing her manuscript. Instead, she heard
shouting from inside and hid in the bushes. After hearing a gunshot, she saw
Stormy fleeing from the house. Stormy was subsequently arrested for murder.
Stormy recounted his experience the night of the murder, claiming he'd
threatened Will, but they got into a brawl and Stormy was knocked unconscious.
When he awoke, Will was dead. Disbelieving his story, the police questioned
Heather, wondering if Stormy killed Thomerson for her. Alex revealed to Miranda
that she went to Will's the night he was murdered and saw Jordan hovering over
his dead body. Heather pleaded with her not to tell the police, but Alex
questioned whether she could let Stormy take the fall for Jordan's crime.
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guard led James to the back of the police station and through a maze of secured
doors. They walked down a long corridor
and into the holding cell block where Stormy was sitting on a cold metal slab
of a bench.
Stormy exclaimed, standing up and rushing to the cell bars. “Dad, they booked me. They fingerprinted me and everything. They think I killed Will.”
nodded and closed his eyes with regret.
“I know and I’m sorry. I talked
to Brandon and apparently there’s nothing
we can do until your arraignment tomorrow morning at nine o’clock.
You’re going to have to spend the night in here, son.”
gripped the bars and kicked them in frustration. “I didn’t do it, Dad. I didn’t kill him. I went there, and I wanted to kill him, but I
didn’t. You have to believe me.”
do believe you, Stormy. And Brandon will be able to get you out on
bail and then we’ll prove that you didn’t do it. Trust me.
I won’t let you spend another night in this place.”
his fingers through his tousled hair, Stormy look at his father in fear. “You can’t make a promise like that,” he
said. “What if I go on trial and a jury
finds me guilty? What then? If Baines doesn’t believe my story then a
jury sure as hell won’t.”
have no proof that you killed him,” James said assertively.
into a daze, Stormy thought back to the night of the murder and wished that he
hadn’t gone there in the first place.
Looking back it seemed like a huge mistake. “If we could just find out who the killer
really was. Get them to confess and then
I’ll be off the hook. Dad, do you have any idea who could have done it?”
gave him look of helplessness. He
couldn’t let his son be convicted of something he didn’t do. But the only way to prevent that was to
incriminate the real killer, and that was something else he didn’t know if he
full moon illuminated the waves as they crashed up onto the dark beach,
submerging the sand and rocks and then retreating back into the turbulent
stepped out of her car and walked the short ways down to the beach where Alex
was standing, her arms wrapped tightly around herself. “Alex, thank you for meeting me,” she said.
I had a choice,” Alex said with a great deal of anguish. “You and I are the only ones who know the
truth. You can’t tell me that saying
nothing is the best thing for us to do, Heather.”
don’t know what the best thing for us to do is,”
Heather said and stared blankly out at the never-ending blackness. “My father killed someone for me. How can I turn my back on him and hand him
over to the police?”
shook her head and pulled her macramé shawl around her shoulders, the cool
spring breeze lapping at her skin and sending shivers down her spine. “But how can we let Stormy sit in jail
knowing that he’s innocent? He’s my son
and I love him more than anything. You loved him once too, remember? Think about what you’re asking of me.”
about what would happen to my father if we turned him in!”
can’t think about that!” Alex exclaimed.
“I have to tell the truth! I have
to tell them that I saw Jordan there and that he killed
him!” She set her jaw with determination
and started up the steps to her car.
Heather lamented, grabbed Alex and pulling her back. “Please don’t do it! I’m begging you! Don’t send my father to prison!”
sunk her head and shut her eyes tightly.
“I don’t want him to go prison any more than you do, but-“
don’t do it! Just don’t say
anything! James has the best lawyer
working in Stormy’s defense! They won’t
let him go to jail!”
don’t know that!” Alex cried.
them a chance to come up with a defense!” Heather pleaded, her eyes tearing up
in despair. “Please, Alex. Do this for my father. I know you still love him. Don’t turn against him now.”
looked at her, deeply confused, and turned back to the water and prayed that
she was doing the right thing by keeping quiet.
town at the Blackthorne mansion, James walked inside and handed his coat to
Leilani. Brooke came down the stairs and
raced over to him, followed by Brett and Miranda.
how is Stormy?” Brooke asked, hugging her husband tightly.
as well as can be expected,” James replied.
walked up and put a hand on her father’s arm.
“I can’t believe they’re charging him with murder,” she said. “Stormy isn’t a killer. It isn’t fair that he’s sitting in jail while
the real killer is free.”
sighed uneasily and clutched onto James’s arm.
“Does Brandon think he can get him bail?”
find out tomorrow morning,” James replied.
worry, James,” Brett said with straight face.
“I’m sure Stormy will be home before you know it.” He struggled to hide his enjoyment over the
fact that Stormy was sitting in jail.
He had no idea that when he planted the tape in his room and phoned in
the phony tip that Stormy would confess to being there the night of the
murder. It couldn’t have worked out any
better if he’d tried.
doorbell rang and Leilani went to answer it, pulling the door open and
practically being knocked down by Renee Dewitt as she rushed inside with
James said with a frown. “What is
it? You look upset.”
leveled her eyes on him and lurched forward, spreading her fur coat open and
placing her hands firmly on her hips.
“You’re damn right I’m upset,” she said.
“I don’t appreciate you using my husband so that you can get away with
and Brooke exchanged worried glances and then he quickly ushered Renee into his
study. He closed the doors and turned,
holding his hands up in an effort to calm her down. “Is this about Kenny?” he asked.
could you ask him to lie for you?” she demanded, her curly black hair falling gently
over her shoulders. “He’s supposed to be
your friend, and yet you used him to give yourself an alibi. Do you know what kind of trouble he could be
in if the police find out about your little lie?”
won’t,” James insisted. “Renee, you have
nothing to worry about.”
menacingly, Renee stepped forward and pointed a finger at him. “You have no way of knowing that,” she
said. “What happens if the police find a
hole in your alibi and charge Kenny as an accessory to murder? You’ll have succeeded not only in destroying your life, but also his. Can you honestly say that
you could live with yourself knowing that?”
James dug his hands into his pockets and walked across the room. “I promise you it won’t come to that.”
shook her head angrily. “You surprise
me,” she began in a haughty manner. “The
James Blackthorne I know wouldn’t sacrifice his own son so that he could get
away with murder.” A pause while she
followed him to his desk. “Isn’t that
what’s going on here? You killed your
nemesis and now you’re allowing your son to take the wrap for it?”
I can’t go into details but I promise you Kenny is not going to be hurt in any
better not be,” Renee said and issued him a final look of warning. “Because I promise if he is, I’ll see to it
that you are very, very sorry.”
that, she turned and left the study, barreling toward the doors and making a
dramatic exit from the house. James
rubbed his aching head, overwhelmed by the complexity of the situation.
peeled off his shirt, following Miranda into the bathroom where she was
brushing her teeth in front of the mirror.
wonder what that was all about,” he said, standing behind her and admiring his
reflection in the mirror.
“What? You mean Renee DeWitt? That’s just her way. Daddy always said she should have went into
the business because she’s a natural at melodrama.”
mean all that business about James getting away with murder,” Brett explained,
running his hands over his bare chest.
“What do you think she meant by that?”
who knows,” Miranda said and wiped her mouth with a towel. She switched off the bathroom light and made
way into the bedroom. “The thing I can’t
figure out is how that videotape got into Stormy’s bedroom. He swears he didn’t take it.”
Brett unfastened his pants and walked to the closet. “Well how else would it have gotten in his
closet?” he asked and then chuckled. “Do
you think someone planted it there to frame him?”
opened her mouth to reply and then stopped, taken aback by something her
husband said. She turned to him and
frowned. “I didn’t say that they found
it in his closet,” she said suspiciously.
“How could you have known that?”
Brett covered his tracks with more lies.
“Well, I must have heard it somewhere,”
he said, carefully hiding the guilt in his voice. “Let’s face it. This case isn’t exactly kept under
wraps. The media is having a field day
him carefully, Miranda nodded her head and climbed under the sheets in
bed. “Yeah I guess you’re right,” she
said, still not convinced that he’d heard that much detail about the videotape
from the news. They’d just found out
about it earlier that night at the police station. The media certainly couldn’t have gotten that
much information so quickly.
sure it’ll all get cleared up soon,” Brett said and leaned in to her, brushing
his lips seductively along her neck.
“Now, let’s talk about something else.
I’ve been wanting to bring something up but it never seems like the
happily, Brett leaned on his elbow and traced her arm with his finger. “I think we’re ready to start a family of our
own,” he began. “I want us to have a
announcement took Miranda completely by surprise and she shot upright with a
start. “What?” she exclaimed. “You
want to have a baby? Now?”
not?” Brett asked. “We’ve been married a
year already and things are going great.
I think a baby right now would be the next logical step in our
marriage. Don’t you?”
Miranda replied quickly. “God Brett, I
sometimes think you have no consideration for anyone but yourself.”
me?” he asked defensively and pulled away from her.
father and Brooke lost their baby,” Miranda asserted. “They may never get him back. Can you imagine how they’d feel if I got
pregnant and brought a baby into this house?
It would be like rubbing their noses in the fact that they lost
theirs. No, I can’t do that to my father.”
we’re supposed to ignore the fact that we have a life of our own? Just forget about starting a family so we
don’t step on anyone’s toes? Miranda,
that’s ridiculous. We can’t be held
responsible for something that’s out of our control.”
still too soon,” Miranda said and rolled over, her back to him. “Maybe in a year or so but not right now.”
sighed with frustration and reached his hand out to her. “Babe, I was just-“
said forget it!” Miranda shouted, pulling away from him and moving to the edge
of the bed.
his hands up in resignation, Brett rolled over and slammed his fist into his
pillow. He hadn’t expected her to react
with such hostility to his idea. Having
a baby seemed like a good idea to him, not to mention beneficial, because if
anything should happen, he’d be tied to the Blackthorne family forever.
the hall, James walked into the bedroom and found Brooke kneeling in front of
the dresser holding the silver revolver in her hand. His eyes flew open in surprise and he rushed
toward her and snatched it away.
what are you doing?” he demanded. “You
shouldn’t be handling a gun. It isn’t
to her feet, she looked at him with uneasiness and stared down at the gun in
his hand. “We can’t let Stormy go to
prison, James,” she said. “You know it
as well as I do. It isn’t right. We have to tell the truth.”
set the gun down on the dresser and grabbed Brooke by the shoulders. “We can’t tell the truth,” he insisted. “Stormy will be home soon and we’ll come up
with a way to keep him from being convicted.
Trust me, Brooke. This is the
only way to handle it. If we tell the
it isn’t fair,” Brooke cried, falling into his arms and sobbing into his
shoulder. “He’s your son and he’s locked
up like a criminal. Doesn’t that matter
course it does,” James said. “It’s
tearing me apart inside. But believe me,
Brooke, telling the truth isn’t going to make things any better.”
Brooke turned and walked across the room.
She took a deep breath and
looked down at her trembling
hands. “Where is Ethan?” she asked and turned back to her husband. “He’s been gone for two days. James, does his disappearance have anything
to do with Will’s murder?”
on a business trip,” James said firmly.
“I told you that-“
know what you told me!” Brooke cried. “I
don’t believe you. He wouldn’t have just
left town while all of this was going on.
And if he had, he would have come back as soon as he heard about Will,
and about Stormy’s arrest.”
Ethan will be home as soon as it’s safe,” James said and put his arms around
her. “Don’t worry about him. He’s fine.”
looked into his eyes, trying to determine what it was that he was hiding. She knew by the sound of his voice that Ethan
was involved more than he was letting on.
The prospect scared her to death.
The last time she’d seen Ethan she confessed to him that Michael was in
fact his son. The next thing she knew he
was gone and no one had heard a word from him.
to put her trust in James, Brooke walked to the bathroom and closed the door
behind her. James, staring at the gun on
the dresser, slowly picked it up and examined it in the light. He closed his eyes, remembering the night of
the murder and his last conversation with Ethan.
next morning, Stormy was led into the courtroom with handcuffs binding his
wrists behind his back. The bailiff
brought him to a row of seats in front of the judge and he exchanged worried
glances with James and Alex, who sat several rows behind. To their right was Heather, Miranda and Brett
eagerly awaiting the outcome of the arraignment.
judge called the court room to order and glanced down at his agenda. “This court is now in session,” he began. “First up is the question of bail for Ryan
James Blackthorne. Counselor, approach
Brandon left Stormy’s side and made his
way up to the judge. “Your Honor, I’m
requesting that my client be released on bail on his own recognizance. Mr. Blackthorne has roots in Los Angeles and has lived here his entire
life. He’s also an executive at Sunset Studios in Hollywood.
This is Mr. Blackthorne’s first arrest and we’re confident that he poses
no risk of flight.”
judge nodded and turned to the prosecutor.
“What’s your take on this, Mr. Littleton?”
prosecutor stood up and adjusted his tie.
“Your Honor, the city requests that bail be denied on the basis of the
sheer calculated nature of this crime,” he said. “Ryan
Blackthorne has attested to the
fact that he went to the deceased’s home with the intent to cause bodily harm. We’re talking murder in the first
degree. He had every intention of
breaking a law when he went to Mr. Thomerson’s home and we believe he’s a
serious risk for flight.”
do you know that?” the judge asked.
Blackthorne left town for five months last year. He abandoned his wife and family and only
returned when it was necessary because of financial difficulties he was
having,” the prosecutor said.
Honor, Mr. Blackthorne left town on business,” Brandon rebuttled. “He was owner of a record label and went on
tour with an artist signed to that label.
That’s hardly the same thing as abandoning his family. Furthermore, I believe that a charge of
murder in the first degree is a little premature. My client admitted to going to Will Thomerson’s
home the evening of October 13th, but did not have a weapon with
him. The gun in question was already at
the home of the deceased’s, making it impossible for a first degree murder
charge to stick.”
accused freely admits to going to the house with the intention of killing the
victim,” said Littleton.
“It’s our opinion that he’s a danger to society and therefore should be
kept in custody of the court until the outcome of his trial.”
Honor-“ Brandon began.
judge slammed his gavel down on the desk in an effort so silence the two
bickering lawyers. “All right, that’s
enough,” he ordered. “I’ve heard both
sides and I’ve made my decision.”
swallowed hard, then looked back at James who held his breath in suspense.
to the violent nature of the crime committed, and Mr. Blackthorne’s history of
instability, I’m denying bail,” the judge declared. “The defendant will remain in custody until a
trial date is set. Bailiff, please take
Mr. Blackthorne back to his cell.”
can’t do this!” James bellowed, standing up and shooting Brandon a look of concern.
lowered his head as the bailiff led him out of the courtroom. He locked eyes with Heather who watched
helplessly from her seat next to Alex.
told you we’re making a mistake,” Alex whispered to Heather in despair.
buried her face in her hands, horrified by the prospect of Stormy in jail for
another night, let alone the weeks and months until the trial was set. The decision to protect her father seemed
like a mistake now. But the choice was
an impossible one. How could she choose
the courtroom, James barreled toward Brandon who stood talking with the prosecuting attorney.
could you let them do this?” he demanded.
“Brandon, they have no case!”
that James was purely lashing out in desperation, Brandon led him off to the side and
tried to reason with him. “They have an
admission that he was at Thomerson’s house the night he was killed. Janet Harper already gave her statement that
she heard a gunshot minutes before Stormy left the house. They have probable cause to believe he was
the one who pulled the trigger. I’m
sorry. I’ll try to appeal the judge’s
decision to deny bail, but-“
have to do better than that!” James exclaimed.
“He’s innocent! I know he is!”
Brandon frowned and looked at him
curiously. “Again, I have to ask how
you’re so certain of that, James. I know
he’s your son and you don’t want to believe he’s guilty, but I have to wonder
if you know something that could clear him.”
looked at him blankly, afraid to say a word for fear of implicating himself or
anyone else. He didn’t understand why
anyone had to be held accountable for the bastard’s murder. The person who killed Will Thomerson was a
hero in his book.
feet away, Alex ushered Heather to a corner and looked at her with grief
stricken eyes. “We can’t sit by and let
this happen,” she whispered.
have no choice!” Heather cried, desperate to keep her father out of jail after
what he’d done for her. “Please just
give it some more time! Let James and
Brandon work up a defense! That’s all
don’t think I can do that!” Alex cried.
then, Miranda approached and studied their guilty faces. She folded her arms and looked at her mother
warningly. “What’s going on?” she asked. “The two of you look like you’re hiding
something. Mom, I asked you before if
you know something and you just blew me off.
Now I’m asking you again.”
she could reply, two guards marched through the courthouse with Philip Whitacre
in handcuffs. He spotted Heather and
quickly looked away, burdened with the guilt over his part in her experience
with Joel Armitage.
have to get out of here,” Heather said, shivering at the sight of Philip’s
deceptive good looks. She skirted past
Alex and made her way down the hall to the exit.
glared at Philip and ran up to him hastily.
“You sick son of a bitch,” she said with contempt. “Do you realize what you did? You had sex with a woman without her
consent. They call that rape, buddy, and
I hope you get put away for a long, long time.”
I’m sorry for what happened,” Philip said, his eyes shifting downward. “I know that doesn’t begin to make up for
what I did, but-“
is he talking about?” James demanded.
“He should be sent away for life after what he did.”
Brandon shrugged indifferently. “They believe Philip Whitacre wasn’t privy to
the deal between Thomerson and Armitage.
They’re trying to locate our illustrious director, but so far he’s
managed to keep once step ahead of the cops.
He’s the one they want in connection to that videotape. Whitacre is serving six months for his role
based on his cooperation with the police.”
months?” James complained. “That’s a
slap on the wrist!”
really am sorry,” Philip said. “I
honestly had no idea what was going on or that she was there against her will.”
like when you kidnapped my wife!” James exclaimed. “You got away with that so you think you can
get away with anything! Well let me tell
you something, you sleazy piece of filth, I’ll make sure you never work in this
guards led Philip off down the hall to the holding cells and left James with a
feeling of helplessness. He couldn’t do
anything for his family but sit back and watch them fall apart, and it was
Alex arrived at her car outside in the parking lot, she jumped with surprise
when Jordan appeared behind her. Startled, she placed a hand on her heaving
chest and turned to face him.
“Jordan, I’ve been worried,” she
said. “I’ve tried calling you but you
haven’t answered at home or on your
cell phone. Are you all right?”
nodded and dug his hands into the pockets of his chinos. “I’m fine.
What happened in there?”
a breath, Alex failed to hide her sorrow.
“They denied Stormy’s bail. He’s
going to have to stay in jail until his trial.”
I’m sorry,” he said. “I know what you
must be going through.”
shook her head, the warm breeze pulling at her hair. “No, you don’t. Jordan, you have no idea. I’m sick about this. God, if only I hadn’t gone back to Will’s
house that night I wouldn’t be in this mess.
I wouldn’t have to feel so damn guilty knowing that my son is innocent!”
Jordan put his hands on her shoulders,
his eyes traveling across the parking lot where Miranda was moving swiftly
toward them. He decided to leave before
making a scene and before anyone else could question him about that night.
I have to go,” he said and darted off to his car.
Alex called after him. “Jordan, please!”
he was already speeding off in his car, smoke billowing up from his tires
squealing against the asphalt. Miranda
jogged up and stopped at her mother’s side, blocking the sun from her eyes as
she watched Jordan race off in his car.
going on?” she asked. “Mom, what were
you and Jordan talking about?”
shook her head. “Nothing, Darling. He’s just upset about this whole mess."
looked at her skeptically as Alex turned and started back to her car. She knew that her mother was hiding
something. Heather already admitted to
her that Jordan was the one who confiscated the
videotape from Will, and she was determined to find out exactly how he did
DeWitt rode the elevator up to the top floor of Merteuil Industries, pushing her
curly locks away from her face and primping the collar on her silk Gucci
blouse. When the doors opened, she
ambled across the reception area with a flourish.
my husband in?” she asked the secretary without so much as stopping for a
Mrs. Dewitt, but he’s been in a conference all morning and he asked not to be
disturbed,“ said the young girl.
ignored her, intent on reasoning with Kenny about his giving James a phony
alibi for the night of Will Thomerson’s murder.
She wouldn’t let her husband go down for James, and she wouldn’t let him
risk her father’s company out of loyalty to a friend.
I insist that you retract your statement to the police-“ she said as she threw
open the door and entered his office.
She stopped in her tracks, unphased by the sight of her husband lying
naked on the sofa while in the throws of passion with another woman.
Kenny exclaimed, pulling himself off of B.J. Summers and hurriedly pulling on
his trousers. “What are you doing
here? I was just-“
know what you were doing, Kenny,” Renee seethed, her eyes boring into his. “How stupid do you think I am?”
this your wife?” B.J. asked, standing up, topless and dimwitted.
better go,” Kenny said, shoving her clothes at her.
walked purposefully into the room. “Yes,
Dear, get your clothes and run out of here like the tramp you are,” she
said. “Because by the time I get through
with you, you’ll have nothing but those clothes to keep you warm.”
quickly got dressed as Kenny raced over to Renee in a panic. “Renee, Darling, I can explain all of
this. This isn’t like last time. I swear to you this was a one-time
fling. I’ll end it. You’ll never have to see her again.”
it,” Renee spat. “This time I’m not
giving you the choice I gave you with that nurse of yours. I’m divorcing you, Kenny, so you’d better get
a damn good lawyer because I’ll make sure that you aren’t left with one thin
dime to your name.”
please!” Kenny exclaimed.
just as quickly, Renee turned and started out of the office, pausing long
enough to rip his name off of the door and proceed to the elevator.
she’d gone, Kenny turned around and threw his hands up in despair. He’d blown it this time. There would be no getting his wife to forgive
him. He was in big trouble.
opened the door at her house in Malibu and grew tense when Miranda
forced her way inside.
what are you doing here?” she asked, walking over to the bar and pouring
herself a scotch on the rocks.
need you to tell me the truth,” Miranda insisted. “I know something is going on with you and
Jordan. Back at the police station you
were practically crawling out of your skin about something. Now I come here and you look like you’re fit
to be tied.” She rushed over and grabbed
the glass out of her hand. “Tell me
what’s bothering you.”
tried desperately to remain calm, sauntering across the room and staring
outside at the ocean. “Nothing’s going
on, Miranda. You’re imaging things.”
fast on her heels, Miranda grabbed her mother’s arm and turned her toward
her. “I’m not imaging anything. I know that Stormy didn’t take that
videotape. Jordan did.”
feigned amusement and tried walking away again.
it’s the truth,” Miranda exclaimed.
“Heather told me herself. Now why
are the two of you protecting Jordan?
What do you know?”
not protecting Jordan,” Alex said and lit a
cigarette. “Your step-sister was
obviously mistaken. Jordan doesn’t have anything to do with
this.” She closed her eyes and thought
about her husband and how much she loved him and wanted to keep him safe. Even since they separated, the connection she
felt with him hadn’t died. Knowing what
lengths he went to for the sake of his daughter only made her love him even
this is Stormy’s life we’re talking about,” Miranda said, praying that she
could get through to her mother. “Do you
want to see him spend the rest of his life in prison? Or worse yet….you do know what they do to
murderers in this state, don’t you? Do
you want that on your head? Do you want
to be the reason that your son is put in the chair!?”
it!” Alex cried, turning and rushing up the stairs to her bedroom. She slammed the door and flung herself onto
her bed, crying hysterically. Miranda’s
words were painful to hear, but she knew they were the truth. She had the power to save her son and yet she
did nothing. She was contemptible beyond belief.
paced back and forth in his jail cell, looking up occasionally and glaring
menacingly at Philip Whitacre in the next cell. He studied the smug look on the man’s face
and clenched his fists angrily.
don’t you go ahead and say it, Blackthorne?” Philip said, hanging his hands
between his legs as he sat on the bench in his cell. “I can tell you want to beat the crap out of
me. I’m sure if you had a gun you’d
shoot me just like you did that old producer.”
not a killer,” Stormy said through clenched teeth. “But if I was, you’d be at the top of my list
that’s for sure.”
chuckled to himself and leaned back against the cement wall. “Too bad you won’t get the opportunity. I’ll be out of here in six months, but from
what I hear, you’ll be lucky if you get out of here by the time you’re
months doesn’t begin to make up for what you’ve done,” Stormy grumbled. “Ever since you came here you’ve done nothing
but cause problems for my family. Just
remember that once you’re free, your life will still continue to suck. I’ll make sure of that.”
in here?” Philip asked. “I wouldn’t
count on it.”
then, Stormy heard the cell doors clanging open and he rushed over to the bars
to see who was there. Maybe it was his
father or Brandon with good news. But
just when Brett came into view, his hopes quickly diminished and he took a few
are you doing here?” Stormy asked, glaring angrily at his brother-in-law.
smiled and walked up to the bars separating them. “Just thought I’d come by and see how you’re
holding up,” he said. “I have to say
orange isn’t really your color.”
your breath. Your little jabs don’t
bother me, Brett. I have more important
things to worry about.”
let me give you some advice,” Brett said slyly.
“Don’t drop the soap in the shower.
You may have this rough, bad boy exterior, but inside you’re just a
scared little kid. The boys in the big
house will pick up on that and make you their bitch your first day there. Mark my words. You’ll make somebody a nice little play
laughed from his cell and Stormy shot him a penetrating look. “Shut the hell up, Whitacre. Nobody’s talking to you.”
the predicament you’re in,” Brett said with a smug grin. “All you did was try to defend your woman’s
honor, and you wound up taking a murder wrap.
But don’t worry. I’ll make sure I’m
there for your family again like I was last time. Your father knows that he can count on
me. I’ve proven myself time and time
gritted his teeth and lunged toward him, grabbing the cell bars and shaking them with all his might. “You jackass,” he hissed. “If I didn’t know any better I’d say you were
the one who got me locked up in here.”
laughed and folded his arms. “You got yourself locked up, man. Nobody forced you to go over to Thomerson’s
house and threaten him with a gun. That
was your stupidity that did you in.”
then, Stormy caught a glimpse of something in Brett’s eyes that made him wonder
if he wasn’t right on the money. “But
you could have been the one to plant
the videotape in my room, and call
that tip in to the witness hotline.”
think I have nothing better to do?” Brett asked sarcastically. “Besides, you would have been hauled off to
jail with or without that evidence. You
were seen fleeing the scene of the crime.
Don’t pretend that it’s my fault.
Take responsibility for yourself for once.”
shook his head angrily. “I know you had
something to do with that tape showing up in my closet,” he said. “And one way or another I’ll find out.”
shrugged indifferently. “Well, you’ll
certainly have plenty of time to concoct all of the conspiracy theories you
want.” He turned and started to walk
away, pausing briefly and looking back with a smile. “Oh, and don’t worry. I’ll make sure I keep the studio running
smoothly while you’re away.”
gripped the bars tightly in his hands, resisting the urge to reach out and claw
his eyes out.
paused on his way back out of the cell block, turning to Philip and looking him
up and down. “Biff Majors. I’ve seen your work,” he mused. “I’m a big fan.
gave Stormy one final grin before following the guard out of the holding block.
was sitting in her bedroom when Miranda knocked and poked her head inside. “Do you have a minute?” she asked.
immediately tense, Heather stood up and began fidgeting with a stack of mail on
her desk. “I’m kind of busy right now,”
will only take a minute,” Miranda said and walked inside the room. “Heather, I wanted to tell you that what
you’re doing is wrong. You’re letting
Stormy take the fall for something he didn’t do.”
Heather asked with a contrived frown.
“What am I doing?”
holding something in. I know you
are. You and my mother know something
Something that happened that night.”
don’t know what you’re talking about,” Heather said and attempted to dart past
how did your father get that videotape from Will?” Miranda asked, blocking her
path to the door.
don’t know how he got it!” she replied in frustration. “Miranda, just leave me
her head, Miranda looked deep into her eyes.
“I can’t do that. I can’t let my
brother go to prison if there’s a way to prevent it. Now level with me. What happened that night that’s got you and
Alex so upset?”
to crack under the pressure, Heather shoved Miranda aside and ran down the
hallway to the staircase. She made her
way through the foyer and out the door before Miranda could catch her.
Miranda ran her fingers through her hair and wondered what she was going to
do. Her mother and Heather both knew
something. Something that could save her
Baines sat in his office at the police station when Officer Fitzsimmons knocked
on the door and motioned to him with a nod of his head.
there’s guy out front who wants to see you,” said Fitzsimmons. “He says he’s the caretaker over at the
Baines stood up and followed him out of the office. “Do you know what he wants?”
Fitzsimmons shook his head and shrugged as they made their way out to the
waiting area and approached Lou. “Mr.
Gunnerson, this is Detective Baines.
He’s in charge of Will Thomerson’s murder investigation.”
can I do for you, Mr. Gunnerson?” Baines asked the graying, timid looking old
I uh….well….I….” Lou stammered, sweating profusely and looking around the
crowded waiting room.
Baines asked with a frown.
he could say another word, Alex ran into the police station and darted over to
Detective Baines. “I have to see my
son,” she said. “Please, Detective, it’s
nodded and motioned to one of the guards.
“Just relax, Miss Reynolds. I’ll
have somebody take you back to see him.”
followed the guard to the holding cells, forcing herself to see the hell that
she was putting Stormy through by keeping silent.
Detective Baines turned back to continue his conversation with Lou Gunnerson,
the caretaker was nowhere in sight. He
frowned, looking around the waiting room and wondering what the mysterious
visit was all about.
glared at Philip behind the bars, recalling all too well their involvement when
he first came to town a year ago. The
fact that she slept with him was enough to make her skin crawl. Sure, he was drop dead gorgeous and had a
body that rivaled any man in Hollywood, but after the trouble he’d
caused everyone recently she was determined to put the whole experience out of
they allow congical visits in this place?” Philip asked with a devilish
grin. “I knew you couldn’t stay away
forever, baby. Once a lady hits the
sheets with me, she always comes back.”
the hell up you son of a bitch!” Stormy yelled., then looked at Alex with a
sigh. “Mom, you shouldn’t be here,” he
said and approached the bars between them.
not?” Alex asked and smiled awkwardly.
“If you’re here then the least I could do is come show my support. How are you doing, Sweetheart?”
shrugged and leaned his forehead against the cold metal bars. “I’m okay I suppose,” he said. “It’s not like I have a choice. Brandon said he’d try to rush the case
to trial so I don’t have to spend weeks or even months stuck in this
place. I guess that’s something to hope
felt her eyes sting with tears. “Do
they know what their defense strategy is going to be?”
think it’s too early to tell,” he replied glumly. “I just hope that there’s
something they overlooked. I can’t go to
prison, Mom. I’m innocent.”
tear ran down Alex’s cheek and she reached her hand out to her son. “I know that, Darling.” The guilt over what she was doing ate away at
her with every second she spent with Stormy.
All she could think about was the little boy she adored so much, running
about the mansion and terrorizing his baby sister. How could she send that little boy to prison?
are you okay?” Stormy asked, gripping her hand tightly between the bars.
her head in reply, Alex turned and raced down the hall to the guard. He unlocked the door and she followed him
quickly out into the waiting area where Detective Baines was standing with a
group of police officers.
everything okay, Miss Reynolds?” he asked, noting the severity in her eyes.
shook her head desperately. “No,
everything’s not okay. I have something
to tell you.”
then, Heather walked into the police station and saw Alex talking to the
detective. She flew into a panic and
rushed toward her in hopes that she could stop her from doing anything
drastic. “Alex, don’t!”
have to!” she cried, wiping her eyes and pulling away from Heather. “Don’t you
see? I have to do this! I can’t let my son go to prison!”
a minute,” Baines said and placed a hand on Alex’s shoulder. “What’s going on? What is it that she doesn’t want us to hear?”
took a deep breath, ignoring the incessant way Heather’s eyes bore into
her. “I know for a fact that my son
didn’t kill Will Thomerson,” she said.
no!” Heather cried.
she persisted, intent on telling the whole truth. “I saw who killed him.”
Baines asked in bewilderment.
husband,” Alex replied. “Jordan Rydell
buried her face in her hands, sobbing uncontrollably at the thought of her
father going to prison.
Season 2 draws to a
close. An admission by a prominent citizen
leads to a second arrest in Will's murder. Miranda
sees through Brett's lies. Renee means business
and moves out. Ethan's search ends.