Certain that Jordan
had murdered Will for her, Heather begged Alex not
to go to the police. Alex, guilty over Stormy's
incarceration, told Detective Baines that she'd
seen Jordan standing over Will's dead body the night
of the murder. Renee blasted James for using
Kenny as his alibi. Later, Renee found Kenny
in bed with B.J. Summers and told him their marriage
was over. Miranda questioned how Brett knew
details of Stormy's arrest and began to suspect
that he'd framed him. She hastily shot Brett
down when he suggested they have a baby of their
own. The police arrested Philip Whitacre for
his role in Heather's against-her-will porn debut,
then continued searching for Joel Armitage. The
caretaker at Will's mansion went to the police with
information about the murder, but ran off before
they could question him further.
of the Shadows"
opened the door to Ethan’s house and looked with frightened eyes at James
standing on the front porch. She
swallowed hard, backing up a step and allowing him to enter.
isn’t here,” she said timidly.
know that,” James reported, turning to her with a hint of contempt in his
eyes. “I came here to tell you to take a
hike. You’re not wanted here anymore.”
walked into the living room, threatened by his presence. “Detective Baines asked me to stay in town in
case they need me for anything else,” she said.
“I can’t exactly leave town just because you don’t want me here.”
don’t want you here,” he
insisted. “I don’t want you anywhere
near my family after what you’ve done.
As if writing that trashy manuscript about us wasn’t enough, then you
had to go ahead and tell the police that my son committed murder.”
was only telling them what I saw,” Janet claimed, shaking her long black hair
over her shoulder.
glared menacingly at her. “Yeah, well
your version of the truth is a little biased.
Just refer to page 185 of your book if you don’t think so. You have a way with turning the truth into a
thinly veiled work of fiction, Miss Harper.”
know what I saw,” Janet purported. “If
you can’t handle that then that’s not my fault.”
only you’d kept your mouth shut about that night,” James said with
frustration. “If only you hadn’t made a
deal with the devil when you sold Will Thomerson that manuscript full of lies. If only you hadn’t gotten involved with my
nephew. None of this would have happened
if you had just stayed away. You
wouldn’t have gone over there that night and you wouldn’t have seen anything
and then been compelled to implicate my son.”
shook her head angrily. “If you’re
suggesting this whole thing is my fault, then you’re deluded. If you’re so sure that your son is innocent,
then who’s the guilty one? Who are you
quickly tightened his lips and took a few steps back to the door. “As soon as this trial is over I want you out
Angeles and out of our lives forever,” he said. “One thing’s for certain, I sure as hell
don’t want my nephew coming home and seeing you here. You’ve done enough already.”
raced forward and slammed the door closed after he’d left. She turned around and wrung her hands
together nervously, wondering what it was that James was hiding. Not to mention the fact that Ethan had been
gone for three days, and her last encounter with him was odd to say the least…
The door opened and Ethan emerged, his face
pale and his clothes and hair disheveled.
He glanced across the room and paused when he saw Janet.
“Thank God,” she said and rushed
over to him after hanging up the phone.
“Ethan, there’s something I have to tell you. I’ve done something awful.” She was determined to tell him about the
manuscript before someone else found it and filled him in. She was positive Will had been shot. She heard the gunfire and then saw Stormy
Blackthorne leave the house. Now the
truth would come out when they searched his house.
“Janet, not now,” he abruptly cut
her off, heading to the bedroom and pulling a fresh pair of slacks and a
t-shirt from the closet. “I’m
sorry. I have to go. I can’t explain right now.”
Watching him hastily rush about the
room, Janet shook her head in despair.
“Where are you going?” she asked.
“Ethan, I have to talk to you.
It’s important. It’s about-“
“I can’t right now!” he lamented,
stopping after peeling off his jacket.
Suddenly Janet’s eyes traveled to
the sleeve of his black leather jacket which was soaked in blood. “Oh my God,” she whispered. “Ethan, your jacket-“
He grabbed her by the shoulders and
looked into her eyes. “Forget about it,”
he said. “Just trust me, okay? And if
anybody asks, you haven’t seen me since this afternoon…”
Janet shook the vision away and tried to piece together what
was happening. Blood on Ethan’s jacket
and then him disappearing for so long without a word. It didn’t add up to her, and even her
investigative skills left her baffled as to what was happening. She hated herself for thinking it, but maybe
Stormy Blackthorne was innocent. Maybe
Ethan was the person that James was protecting.
town, a police car was stopped in front of a house in Burbank, two uniformed officers knocking
relentlessly on the door of Joel Armitage’s house. When his wife answered the door, she
immediately tried forcing it closed again.
Armitage, we’re still looking for your husband,” said Officer Fitzsimmons. “Has he come home yet?”
she replied uneasily. “I already told
you. I haven’t seen him in days.”
you mind if we come in and take a look for ourselves?”
Armitage reluctantly moved clear of the door and allowed them to come inside to
search for her missing husband. “You’re
not going to find him here,” she said, walking over to the crib where her baby
was crying. “I don’t know where he is.”
he taken off like this before?” asked Fitzsimmons while the other cop scouted
around the ranch-style house.
shrugged indifferently and picked the baby up in her arms in an effort to
comfort it. “Yes, his work takes him
all over the place. He’s probably out
looking for new talent.”
he’s wanted for questioning about a movie that he filmed,” said the
officer. “The woman he used was drugged
and was filmed without her permission.
Your husband’s in a lot of trouble, Mrs. Armitage. If you’re covering for him, you’ll be charged
as an accessory to the crime. If that
happens, your baby here will have be turned over to the state and placed with a
foster home. I’d hate to do that to you,
looked down at her baby and shook her head in despair. She could kill her husband for getting them
into this mess. She’d begged him a
hundred times to get out of that disgusting line of business he was in. He was only asking for trouble.
old is he?” Fitzsimmons asked with a smile.
“He’s certainly fussy today.”
three months old,” Missy replied.
first?” he asked.
nodded. “Yes. We adopted him. We couldn’t have our own because Joel had a
vasectomy when he was working as an actor in the business and then the doctors
weren’t able to reverse it. We got lucky
when the agency found this little guy for us.”
the other officer gave him the all clear, they started back to the door. “Well, if we find out that you’re hiding your
husband, I’m afraid your baby might be taken away from you. I’m sure that’s not what you want. So if you hear from him, call us.”
nodded and closed the door after them.
Walking over to the phone with the baby, she dialed a number and waited
impatiently. “Joel, the police were just
here again looking for you. They said
you had some girl drugged. Joel, I’m scared. They’re threatening to take the baby away if
they find out I’m covering for you. You
have to turn yourself in, Joel. I won’t lose our baby.”
Baines sat in the interrogation room with Jordan, turning on a tape recorder and
settling down with a pad full of notes he’d written.
Rydell, did you go to Will Thomerson’s house the night of October 13th?”
you have a .38 revolver with you?”
Jordan paused and took a deep breath
before answering. “Yes.”
you planning on using that gun to kill him?” Baines asked.
was Jordan’s hasty reply. “I wanted to make him pay for what he did to
the waiting room, Alex paced back and forth, ignoring the way Heather glared
angrily at her. She didn’t care if she’d
gone back on her word. She had to do
what she did for her son. Telling the
truth about that night was the only logical thing to do.
and Miranda rushed inside the police station and over to Alex. Miranda pulled her tightly into an
embrace. “Mom, we just got your
message,” she said. “I’m so glad you
went to the police and told them the truth.
Is Jordan in there now?”
nodded. “Yes. I just hope this means that they’ll let
would you excuse us for a minute?” James asked his daughter, leading Alex
across the room and sitting her down. He
took her hand and held it gently. “What did happen that night, Alex?”
long pause. No
more hiding the truth, she decided. She had to
“It was about six-thirty,”
she finally began, looking away nervously as James watched with anticipation. “I had just left you at the mansion. You were so upset, James, and I felt
responsible. If I had told you earlier
that Will knew he was Ethan’s father…” Another
pause. “Well, I know how hard you fought
to keep that secret and I wasn’t about to let Will ruin it by telling Ethan.”
happened?” James asked. “What did you
took a deep breath. “I knocked on the
door and waited. It seemed like it took
forever for him to answer. It was
actually probably just a minute or two, but when he opened the door I could
tell that he’d already been through some kind of an ordeal that night.
I knew someone else had already been there. He seemed distracted and confused. He seemed very groggy…”
Will opened the door and looked at Alex
cross-eyed, bracing himself up against the door and placing a hand on his
head. “What are you doing here? I’m not in the mood for you tonight, Alex.”
“I came to talk to you about James
and Ethan,” Alex said, pushing her way past him and
walking into the entry.
Irritated, Will closed the door and
turned toward her. He swayed back and
forth on his feet, stumbling a few steps and struggling to maintain his
balance. “What about James and Ethan?”
he asked crossly.
Alex studied his face carefully,
noting the way his eyes glazed over. “Do
you remember a few months ago you came to me wanting me to confirm that Ethan
was your son?”
“Yes, and you denied it. But I had a DNA test done, Alex. I know that Ethan is my son. It’s a proven fact. That controlling ex-husband of yours hid it
from me for twenty-eight years.”
“And why do you think he did that?”
Alex asked and moved toward him. “He hid
it from you because he knew that you would find a way to use it against him,
and that’s exactly what you’re doing!”
“You don’t know what you’re talking about,”
Will said, squinting and rubbing the back of his head. “You’re blabbering as usual.”
“If you tell Ethan the truth, it
will destroy his relationship with James,” Alex claimed. “Doesn’t that mean anything to you? Doesn’t that register in that vindictive mind
of yours?” She paused and regarded him
carefully, noting the smug look on his face.
“No, I think that’s exactly what you’re hoping for. But let me issue you a warning. If you tell Ethan the truth, he’ll not only
turn his back on James, he’ll turn his back on you.”
"How do you figure that?"
“Because he’ll know that you left
his mother broken-hearted when you ran off to New
You abandoned her and you abandoned him.
Do you really think he would accept you with open arms knowing that?”
“I didn’t even know he existed,”
Will insisted. “James made damn sure of
Alex gritted her teeth and shot him
an accusing stare. “And you paid him
back for that, didn’t you?” she asked.
“You kidnapped his son so that he’d know what it felt like to be apart
from his own flesh and blood.”
“I think you’ve starred in
low-budget B movies,” Will quipped.
“Your imagination is running away with you. And since when are you James Blackthorne’s
personal protector? A year ago you
joined forces with me to crush him. You
helped me take over is studio, remember?
You wanted him to pay as much as I did.
So what happened?”
“I realized that revenge wasn’t all
there was to life,” Alex replied defensively.
“Maybe you should follow the same path.”
Will laughed and shook his head in
disbelief. “No, you realized that you
were still in love
with him. Let’s be honest, Alex. That’s really what happened, isn’t it?”
Glaring angrily, Alex pulled her
purse tightly over her shoulder. “You
have no clue what goes on between James and I.”
“Nothing goes on between you and
James,” Will goaded. “You’ll always be
the has-been actress who he threw out of his life and his bed so he could hook
up with the makeup girl. And nothing you
do is going to change that. You’re
living a fantasy. If that’s the path
that you think I should follow then I’ll have to take a pass.”
Alex rushed across the room and
pulled the door open, hurt and humiliated by his words. “You smug son of a bitch,” she hissed. “Someday somebody’s finally going to give you
what you deserve.”
“Let them try,” Will called after
her as she fled from the house and darted down the driveway….
that I got in my car and drove to Jordan’s house,” Alex explained. “But when I got there he was gone…and so was
listened carefully, folding his arms and registering the information in his
went back. I had to. I knew that Jordan
was going to do something he
would regret,” Alex said, her hands trembling.
“By the time I got back it was too late.
I walked in and there was Jordan standing over Will’s dead body.”
chewed on his lower lip, rubbing his chin and wondering exactly what Jordan was saying to the police at the
time did you arrive at the deceased’s house?” Baines asked Jordan back in the interrogation room.
what happened when you got there?”
Jordan took a deep breath and let it
out slowly, thinking back to that night with great clarity. “I went in through the back door so no one
would see me,” he explained. “I walked
into the parlor room and saw him laying on the floor. Somebody had beaten me to it.”
was already dead when you got there?” Detective Baines asked skeptically.
Jordan nodded. “I looked around and didn’t find anyone. The front door was wide open. I saw a gun laying on the floor next to the
did you do then?”...
Jordan knelt down beside Will’s body,
grimacing at the sight of blood gushing from the bullet wound in his chest,
soaking the crisp white tuxedo shirt he wore beneath his black jacket. He placed a finger gently alongside his neck
and realized there was no pulse. He
most definitely dead.
Inspecting him carefully, Jordan
spotted the corner of a black plastic object jutting out from the pocket of
Will’s jacket. He reached out and
pulled the videotape from the inside pocket, examining it carefully. Quickly, he pocketed the tape and withdrew a
handkerchief, wiping the gun down and placing it carefully back on the
When he stood up, Alex was there,
gaping at the horrific sight before her.
she gasped, her hands plastered to her mouth.
“Is he dead?”
looked at her and then back at the body.
He shoved the handkerchief in his pocket and raced over to her, grabbing
her by the shoulders. “Alex, go home,”
he demanded in an authoritative manner.
“You shouldn’t be here.”
“I was afraid you were going to do
something drastic so I came here and-“ Alex stammered, too strained with
despair to think straight. “Oh God,
can’t believe he’s really dead.”
“Alex, you have to go!” Jordan
exclaimed. “I cannot afford to be seen
Nodding, Alex backed up out of the
room, her eyes still riveted to the body.
“Okay,” she murmured, bumping into the door and jumping with a
start. “Are you coming?”
He nodded and ushered her out the
door. “Yes. Just go home,” he said. “And Alex, don’t say a word to anyone about
She stifled back the tears in her
eyes and turned, racing down the drive to her car and peeling out onto the main
road. After she’d gone, Jordan
turned back and gave the room another glance-over. Securing the videotape in his pocket, he
turned and made his way back out the back door where he’d came….
Rydell, why did you wipe the fingerprints off of the gun if you didn’t kill
him?” Baines asked. “That doesn’t make
Jordan shifted in his seat and folded
his hands on the table. “Will Thomerson
was a scoundrel. Whoever killed him did
the world a favor. I was just doing the
killer a favor by making sure they covered their tracks.”
you see anyone else in the house?” Baines inquired. “Either inside the house or anywhere on the
Jordan shook his head in reply.
for all you know, Stormy Blackthorne could have fired the shot that killed
looked at her brother behind the bars, offering a hopeful smile as she watched
him reflect on the news about Jordan.
swears that he did it,” she said. “She
walked into the house and he was wiping the fingerprints off of the gun. Don’t you see, Stormy? You’re off the hook. Jordan is the killer. He was probably the one who set you up too.”
shook his head. “I don’t know about
that,” he said.
do you mean?”
know you’re not going to like this, but I think the person who framed me is
someone completely different,” Stormy began, eyeing his sister warily. “I think that Brett wanted me to take the
fall for the murder to get me out of the way”
suspicions didn’t come as a surprise to Miranda. She had the same thought the night before
when Brett revealed that he knew where the videotape was found in Stormy’s room. She hated to think that her own husband could
do something so underhanded. To her he
was the picture of a perfect husband.
Always doting and caring, always a wonderful lover. He even wanted to start a family with
her. He’d been so helpful to her father
when he was paralyzed. He stepped up to
take over the studio when James asked him to.
How could the same man set up her brother to take the fall for a murder?
is it?” Stormy asked, studying her reaction carefully. “You think he did it too, don’t you?”
took a deep breath, deciding she had to get to the bottom of whatever her
husband had been up to.
Baines led Jordan out to the waiting area and
released him. Heather rushed over and
threw her arms around him happily.
what happened?” she asked.
fine, Sunshine,” Jordan said with a smile.
Alex let out a deep breath. She was
thrilled that her husband was off the hook.
All that worrying had been for nothing.
Apparently he was innocent, and if the police believed it then that was
good enough for her.
smiled happily, pulling her father into another warm embrace. “Oh thank God,”
she said. “I’m sorry I thought it was
you, Daddy. But when you gave me that
was already dead when I got there,” Jordan said, glaring across the room at
Rydell, you’re free to go,” said Detective Baines.
rushed over, thrilled that Jordan was innocent but at the same
time realizing that Stormy would have to remain in jail. “That means that-“
I’m afraid your son is still being charged,” said the detective.
approached and put a hand on Alex’s shoulder.
“Don’t worry, Alex. Brandon is doing everything he can to
get this case thrown out. Stormy won’t
be convicted. I promise you.”
then, Brooke arrived at the police station and walked over to James. “Darling, what’s happening?” she asked. “You left the house in such a hurry. I was worried. Is Stormy being released?”
shook his head sorrowfully. “I’m afraid
not. Jordan gave his statement and
apparently he got to the house after Will had already been shot.”
into her husband’s eyes with despair, Brooke led him off to the side of the
room. “James, we can’t let this
continue,” she said. “I have to tell the
truth. I have to tell them what happened.”
Brooke,” James said. “I won’t let you do
Stormy could be found guilty!”
James insisted. “There’s got to be
then, Lou Gunnerson entered the police station, approaching Detective Baines
and gaping across the room at James and Brooke.
“That’s her….that’s the woman I saw,” he said.
me?” Baines asked. “Mr. Gunnerson, can I
help you with something?”
old caretaker pointed at Brooke. “I saw
her shoot Mr. Thomerson,” he said in a frail, trembling voice. “She did it.
I saw her with my own eyes.”
entire room grew quiet as all eyes darted toward Brooke. She exchanged glances with James and nearly
collapsed in fear. James exhaled, afraid
that the truth was finally going to be revealed.
DeWitt walked inside his house in Bel Air, spotted the suitcases packed and
resting at the bottom of the staircase, and knew right away that his wife meant
business. He looked up when Renee came
out of the drawing room, a cool stare emanating from her dark eyes.
please don’t do this,” Kenny said. “I
swore to you that it was just a one time thing and I meant it. You don’t want to kick me out. I know you don’t.”
not kicking you out,” Renee said just as her driver came inside and began
gathering her bags. “I’m leaving. This house has bad vibes for me so I’m
checking into a suite at Hotel Terranova. You’ll be hearing from my lawyers tomorrow. I’d start clearing your things out of your office
at Merteuil Industries if I were you, and say
goodbye to your contacts at the land commission, because you’re through.”
can’t do this to me!” Kenny declared as he followed her to the door. “I love you,
stopped and turned to him, raising an eyebrow.
“You should have thought about that before you jumped into bed with
another blonde slut. Now you have to
face the consequences. Take a look
around, Kenny. All this will be a memory
once I’m through with you.”
sighed and watched as she followed the driver out to her limo waiting in the
afternoon, Jordan was in his study in Beverly Hills talking on the phone when the
butler, Gordon showed Alex in and left the room, closing the doors behind
him. Jordan glanced over at her and rolled
his eyes, his wife being the last person he wanted to see.
right,” he said into the phone. “Once
you’re back in the states, I’ll personally throw you a party that will rival
any we used to go to back in the day.”
looked at her husband, becoming alarmed when she realized who he was talking
I’ll be in touch, Nathan,” Jordan continued. “I have a meeting with the D.A. tomorrow and
I’ll call you afterward.”
he’d hung up, Alex rushed over to him and looked into his eyes. “Please tell me that was not Nathan
Blackthorne on the phone,” she began.
that it’s any of your business, but yes it was,” Jordan replied. “I’m joining the campaign in trying to get
the charges against him dropped so he can come back to Hollywood.”
don’t understand why so many people want that man back here,” Alex lamented,
folding her arms angrily. “First James
and now you. What good can come of
Nathan Blackthorne coming back here?”
a brilliant actor and director,” Jordan said firmly.
not all he is,” Alex said ominously, lighting a cigarette and puffing nervously on
it. She couldn’t allow that man back
into their lives, not after all the trouble he’d caused.
man hung up the phone on the terrace of his meticulously decorated
manor on the outskirts of Paris, France.
He picked up the newspaper and turned to the world news, and the society
pages where a familiar picture was printed next to a headline of particular interest.
DeWitt to Seek Divorce Proceedings.
“Well, well, well,” he said with a hint of severity in his
voice. “Renee DeWitt is about to become a free woman
again. Looks like my return to Hollywood is going to be perfectly timed.”
gripped the newspaper tightly, staring at the picture of Renee and smiling
wickedly. “We have some unsettled
business to take care of, my dear, and it’s long overdue.”
up a pair of scissors on the table beside him, he carefully
cut around the picture of Renee, then opened a drawer
and removed another photo - this one of Alex Reynolds.
Aligning the clippings neatly beside one
another, he smiled and traced his finger along them
be seeing you both very soon," Nathan Blackthorne
said with a certain amount of conviction.
a sigh, Jordan walked across the room to his
desk and began organizing a stack of movie scripts. “Anyway, why did you come here? Think of any other crimes you can accuse me
“Jordan, that’s not fair!” Alex
exclaimed. “I saw you with the gun
standing over the man’s body. What else
was I supposed to think? You wouldn’t even
talk to me about it. How was I to know
that he was already dead when you got there?”
seem to have a habit of accusing me of any crime that presents itself,” Jordan said hostily. “First Michael’s kidnapping and now Will
Thomerson’s murder. What’s next?”
“Fine. Be that way,” Alex said. “I’m sorry for suspecting you, Jordan. I really
Jordan shook his head
dismissively. “At any rate, it doesn’t
matter now anyway. It looks like Brooke
Blackthorne is the culprit.”
hadn’t by the time I left the station this afternoon. But I’m sure it’s only a matter of time
before she does. There’s an eyewitness
for God’s sake.”
thought about James and decided he must have known all along that Brooke was
the one who killed Will. He probably
covered up for her for as long as he could.
he’s an eyewitness then why didn’t he come forward sooner?” James demanded as
he and Detective Baines stood outside the interrogation room where Brooke was
seated with Brandon.
“It’s been three days and he’s just now presenting this
information? How do we know he’s telling
claims he was afraid to come forward. He
knows about the animosity between you and his former employer, and he feared
that you would seek retribution if he told us what he saw.”
sighed and looked in at Brooke, a terrified expression on her beautiful face.
says he walked into the house and saw your wife kill him,” Baines
continued. “I’m sorry, James. That’s as good a conviction as we’re going to
get. At least your son will be
James looked back in at Brooke again. He
knew it was over. There was no use in
hiding it anymore.
later, Detective Baines was in the interrogation room with Brooke and Brandon, listening intently as Brooke
began to give her statement.
relax, Mrs. Blackthorne,” Baines said.
“Tell me everything you remember.”
trembled nervously. Her throat felt dry
and she was dizzy. The hours of waiting
while Brandon grilled her about that night was
torture. Now she had to go through the
whole thing again with the detective.
can’t remember what time it was exactly,” she began. “I drove up the street and parked just
outside the main gate. When I got to the
front door I knocked and waited for him to answer…”
Brooke reached up with a gloved hand and
pushed the doorbell at the Thomerson estate.
She waited with remarkable patience, quietly placing her hands in the
pockets of her black leather jacket.
Moments later, Will answered the door and smiled knowingly.
“This is a surprise,” he said, cocky
as ever. After a moment or two, he
shrugged and stood clear of the door.
“Well come in. We might as well
get it out of the way.”
Brooke entered the house and Will
closed the door, the sound of crickets chirping in the night…
then what happened?” Baines asked.
struggled to remember the events of that evening. It was all so blurry in her mind now. Everything happened so fast.
went inside and we started arguing,” she said.
“I told him that I knew he’d kidnapped my son and that if he didn’t give
him back he’d be sorry…"
“You can’t not know what kind of man your
husband is,” Will said, taunting Brooke relentlessly as they circled one
another in the parlor room of his estate. “He uses people and manipulates people and
then he claims that he’s been wronged when something bad happens to him. Whatever your husband gets, he deserves.”
“But taking a child away from his
mother and father is horrible,” Brooke said.
“You must know that. No matter
what crimes you think James has committed against you…”
“There’s been more than I can think
of,” Will cut her off, fidgeting with the buttons of his smoking jacket. “And do you want
to know what the worst one of all is? Do
Brooke cringed at the harsh sound in
his voice. The way his eyes bore into
her gave her the chills. She looked away
instinctively, catching a glimpse of something on the floor beneath an old
antique chair. Shiny and metal. It was a gun. James’s gun.
“Your husband kept my son from me
for his entire life,” Will announced.
“For twenty-eight years I had no idea that he existed.”
Brooke’s eyes flashed back toward
him in surprise. “Ethan?” she whispered
knowingly. She didn’t even need him to
confirm it. She knew it was true just by
the sound in his voice.
“Yes, Ethan is my son,” Will said,
his eyes wide and threatening. “Your
loving husband whom you claim is such a paragon of virtue, has done his
damnedest to hide that from us all this time.
He never even told you, his adoring wife the truth, did he? You look just as surprised as I was when I
“But James must have had his reasons
for keeping the truth from you.”
“His own selfish reasons,” Will
claimed, then stopped and looked at her with an eerie calm. “So of course I had to pay him back for
that. It’s only fair, don’t you
think? I had my son taken away from me,
and now James has had his son taken away from him.”
“That’s insane,” Brooke whispered in
horror. “Do you honestly think that
kidnapping our son would make a difference?
It isn’t going to get back any of the years that you lost with
Ethan. It isn’t going to make you a
father to him. It’s sick and twisted.”
“No, I think it’s justice,” Will
claimed. “And just think, in another
twenty-eight years I might just decide to tell him who his parents are. Then James will know what it’s like to have
had a son grow up and know nothing about him.”
Brooke shook her head in despair,
tears forming in her eyes and sending panic coursing through her veins. “Give him back, you son of a bitch!” she
yelled. “I mean it! Give my son back to me or you’ll be sorry!”
Will taunted her with a smug grin.
“What are you going to do? There’s no
proof so calling the police won’t get you anywhere. I’m sorry to say, Mrs. Blackthorne, that you’ll
have a long wait before you see your son again.”
Trembling, Brooke glanced down to
the gun beneath the chair. James must
have dropped it the night before when he went there to confront Will. She lunged forward, dropping to her knees and
grabbing it firmly in her hand. Before
Will could stop her, she spun around and held it directly at him, her hands
“This is rich,” he said with a
grin. “First your husband and now
you. Somehow I don’t think you’ll have
the nerve to pull the trigger either.”
Brooke clenched her teeth, aiming
the gun at him and backing him up against the wall beside the fireplace. “Don’t test me,” she said. “Even if you’re dead we can still find
him. Somebody has to have him, and for
the right amount of money I know they’ll come forward. My husband is a wealthy man!”
The smile on Will’s face faded and
he looked at her and the determination that he saw in her eyes. Swallowing hard, he raced forward to get the
gun from her. They
and she pushed him away, sending him staggering back against the wall. Before he could come at her again, she pulled
the trigger and closed her eyes when the shot rang out loudly. A few seconds later, she opened her eyes and
saw him slump to the floor, motionless.
She dropped the gun and backed up a step, staring in horror at the body
laying at her feet…
that I panicked and ran out of the house.
I went back to my car and drove around for a while before going home,”
Brooke explained, tears falling down her face. “I don’t know what happened, I just couldn’t
think straight and I pulled the trigger.
I was so angry and upset. I
wanted to make him pay for the hell that he’d put us through.”
scratched his head and reviewed his notes.
“There’s one thing I don’t understand,” he said. “Your stepson claims he was in that room,
unconscious, because when he woke up, Will Thomerson was dead on the
floor. Did you see Stormy in the room when
you were there?”
squinted, trying to remember the foggy events of that evening. “I don’t know,” she said. “He might have been there. I just don’t remember. I was so upset that the only thing I could
focus on was that man’s evil face.”
paced the waiting room outside, glancing down at Miranda who wrung her hands
together nervously. “What’s taking so
long?” he asked. “They’ve been in there
over an hour!”
just calm down,” Miranda said. She
walked up to him and put her hand on his in an effort to comfort him. “I want you to tell me what you remember about
looked away in a daze, recalling the panic he felt when Brooke showed up back
at the house after leaving Will’s…
“I killed him,” she cried, sobbing
uncontrollably as they stood in the study.
“I found your gun and I shot him.
James, what am I going to do?”
"Shhh,” James said, grabbing her by
the shoulders and shaking her forcefully.
“Tell me what happened.”
“He admitted that he took Michael
because you kept Ethan from him,” she cried.
“He was gloating and smiling about it so I took the gun and I shot
him. James, I’m so sorry. I killed him and now we’ll never find
“I tried to calm her down but I knew it was useless. I had to get over to the house and
find the gun before someone else
did. When I arrived, Ethan was there,”
James explained to his daughter….
“He’s dead,” Ethan said, kneeling over the
body and soaking the sleeve of his jacket in blood. “Somebody shot him.”
“It was Brooke,” James said, staring
with wide eyes at the corpse of his nemesis.
“He admitted to her that he kidnapped Michael and she shot him.”
Ethan’s eyes widened and he quickly
went to work at tearing the study apart.
“What are you doing?” James
asked. “Ethan, don’t touch anything.”
“I worked with him,” he said,
pulling open drawers and emptying them out onto the desk. “They won’t think twice if they find my
prints in here. I’ve got to find
something that can tell us where Michael is.
He had to have kept notes or contracts or something!”
James wiped his face with the palm
of his hand and glanced back down at the body again. He picked up the gun, wrapping it in a
handkerchief and placing it gently in his jacket pocket. When he stood back to his feet, he looked
over and saw Ethan frantically searching through drawers and files.
“Did you find anything?” he asked.
Ethan shook his head as he continued
turning the office to shambles. He
lifted a drawer out of a filing cabinet and dumped the contents onto the floor,
reaching his hand behind the drawer and examining the back. To his surprise, a file was taped to the
back panel of the drawer.
Quickly, he peeled it off and ripped
it open, reviewing the information inside and realizing that he’d found what he
“What is it?” James asked.
Ethan stuffed the piece of paper
into his pocket and race to the door.
“Just get out of here and take care of Brooke,” he said. “I have to go.”
“Ethan!” James called after him.
But Ethan was already bolting out
the door. James looked around the crime
scene once more, making sure nothing had been left behind that could
I went home and found Brooke in our bedroom,” James continued.
Ethan?” Miranda asked in suspense. “Where
is he now? Did he find something that
could help us find Michael?”
shrugged. “I don’t know. I haven’t heard from him since that night.”
then, Detective Baines emerged from the back with Brandon.
They walked over to James and looked at him solemnly.
confessed to everything,” Brandon announced. “They’ve placed her under arrest and they’ll
be charging her with murder. Stormy
should be released in just a little while.”
James buried his face in his hands.
guard led Brooke down the corridor and paused at the last cell block. She unlocked the door and ushered her
inside, the keys clanging against the bars as she locked it again. Brooke looked around at her cold, concrete
surroundings and wept in utter desolation.
How had she ended up here? Her
baby boy was gone, James had no idea that he wasn’t the father, and now she was
being charged with murder. So much had
gone wrong in such a short amount of time.
Minutes later, James was led down the hall to
her cell. He looked in through the cold
metal bars and his heart sank at the sight of his wife locked up like a common
James!” she cried, rushing up to the bars and sobbing miserably. “I’m so sorry. I’m sorry that this happened. It’s all my fault.”
James said in a soothing tone, reaching through the bars and holding her hand
tightly in his. “Don’t say that,
Darling. It’s not your fault. I should have seen how upset you were. I was too busy to know how much you needed
shook her head, tears flooding her eyes.
“I was just so angry. You didn’t
see the look on his face. He was so
proud of himself for taking Michael away from us.”
reality of what Brooke had been through finally sinking in, James squeezed her
hand even tighter, heartbroken by the whole thing. “You only did what your heart told you to
her eyes, Brooke looked down at the floor for a minute and then back up at
James. “You know…I don’t feel bad for
Will at all. The only thing I care about
is that we may never find Michael.
James, what if we never see our son again?”
looked into her eyes, unable to give her an answer.
town at Joel Armitage’s house in Burbank, Ethan sat behind the wheel of
his Mercedes, watching the house and waiting for someone to come outside.
the door opened and Missy Armitage emerged, pushing the baby in his
stroller. She set it down on the bottom
step and began pushing it merrily along the sidewalk. Ethan quickly jumped out of the car and
watched with wide eyes. When the baby
turned its head and looked at him, he knew immediately that he was looking at