Just before Michael
was kidnapped, Brooke told Ethan that he was Michael's
father. That night, Will was found murdered. Will's
former caretaker told the police he saw Brooke shoot
Will. In the interogation room, Brooke confessed
that she killed him in a heated moment after he
admitted to her that he kidnapped Michael in
retaliation for James keeping Ethan from him. James
revealed that he and Ethan covered up for Brooke,
and Ethan acquired papers from Will's study that
might indicate where Michael was. Brett told
Miranda that he wanted them to have a baby, but
she put him off for fear that he planted the evidence
to get Stomry arrested. James
threatened Janet and told her to leave town. Renee
caught Kenny in bed with another woman and left
him. Alex pleaded with James and Jordan not
to go through with campaigning to get charges dropped
against Nathan Blackthorne so he could return to
the country. In Paris, Nathan made plans for his
return, and cryptically clipped photographs of Alex
and Renee from the newspaper. After days of
searching, Ethan finally wound up at Joel Armitage's
house and saw his wife leaving with a baby who he
believed belonged to him and Brooke.
the full season two recap here
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walked purposefully down the dark corridor, his
shoes tapping softly on the concrete floor. A
single beam of light cut through the claustrophoebic
darkness, illuminating a mass of cobwebs and chipped
paint protruding from the low ceiling.
few minutes later he arrived at an old wooden door
and gently pushed it open. A small opening allowed
him to step into the closet of the nursery, then
into the dark room where the baby lay crying in
he reached down, a sliver of moonlight shined through
the window and illuminated his face. Will,
dressed in black pants and a black jacket, cradled
the baby in his arms and disappeared back into the
tunnel as quickly as he'd came. He didn't
see the straining eyes of the nanny struggling to
see who was intruding the deserted mansion. He
bounded like a jugernaught, holding the crying baby
all the way back down the tunnel, half a mile in
the darkness and the cold, dusty passageway. Minutes
later he approached another door and crept through
into the parlor room of his estate.
stoicly went to the garage and carefully strapped
the baby into a waiting car seat in the back of
his Bentley. The door went up and he backed
out, careening across town to the Valley and the
home of Joel Armitage.
did you do it?" Joel asked, taking the baby
from him and gazing down at the perfect baby boy.
worry about how," Will replied. "As
far as you and your wife know, this adoption was
smiled apprehensively and produced a large yellow
envelope. "Here's your movie."
make for some interesting late night viewing, I'm
sure," Will said slyly before getting back
into his car. "One more thing, Joel.
No one must ever know where that baby came
director nodded, still apprehensive, but thrilled
that his wife was finally going to have the child
she'd always wanted. No more adoption agencies
turning them down, no more money spent on worthless
leads. This was simple. He did a
favor, and he was paid for it.
one would ever take their baby from them....................
courtroom filled with spectators, each one clamoring for a glimpse of the arraignment
hearing, one that would surely lead up to the trial of the century. The newspapers were already boasting
headlines about the producer’s beautiful wife who shot her husband’s nemesis in
cold blood in retaliation for the kidnapping of their infant son. Both sensational and heart-wrenching, every
story had another take on the sordid scandal.
outside the courtroom in downtown Hollywood, Miranda Armstrong wrung her
hands nervously together, anxious for the rest of her family to show up for the
hearing that had been rushed in front of the judge. She was a twenty-one year old raven-haired
beauty with a petite figure and piercing blue eyes. For the last twelve hours she’d seen her
father reduced to a pile of nerves while they waited. Brooke, charged with the murder of Will
Thomerson, had spent the night in jail and it tore James apart.
“Stormy! Over here!” Miranda called when her brother
came into view. She waved him down and
frantically pulled him to the corner of the hallway. “Where’s Daddy?”
Blackthorne, a twenty-four year old studio executive with tousled black hair
and dark brooding eyes, flinched and gave his kid sister a nudge. “He’s out in the parking lot collecting
himself,” he said adamantly. “I don’t think he slept at all last night.”
least you’re out of jail,” Miranda
claimed. “Daddy should be happy about that.”
“Dad is concerned about Brooke right now,” Stormy
reminded her. “After everything they’ve
been through this is the last thing they need.
First Michael being kidnapped, then Ethan disappearing, and now
this. I just don’t believe that Brooke
could have killed Will Thomerson. I just
confessed,” Miranda exclaimed. “Don’t you think that she deserves whatever
she gets? I’m sorry, but I hope they
throw the book at her. You were sitting
there in jail while she got off scott free.”
rolled his eyes, fully aware that his sister had a permanent hate-on for Brooke. This was the perfect opportunity for her to
flex her vindictive muscles yet again.
James entered the courthouse and strode purposefully toward them. “Is
Brandon here yet?” he asked. He was a tall, distinguished man of forty-five
with clean cut dark hair and dark eyes. “Have you seen Brooke?”
shook her head just as Brandon Marksman, James’s faithful attorney darted
toward them with a briefcase clutched tightly in his hand.
bringing Brooke into the courtroom now,” he said. “Are you ready?”
ran his fingers through his hair and let out a sigh of exasperation. “What do you think the judge is going to say
in there?” he asked.
Brandon took a deep breath and decided
it was no use in hiding the truth from his friend. He had to level with him and tell him what he
and Brooke were up against. “James, the
D.A. is going to push for a charge of murder in the first degree.”
insane!” James exploded into a rage. “Ed
Littleton is famous for hanging Hollywood types out to dry.
He’ll make an example of Brooke and she’ll wind up spending her life in
jail. Brandon, you can’t let this happen. You just can’t.”
reached out and placed a hand on
James’s shoulder. “It won’t come to that. I won’t let it.”
shook his head in frustration and followed him into the courtroom. He stopped in his tracks as they led Brooke
in from the holding cell. She was
dressed in an orange jumpsuit and was bound with handcuffs behind her
back. Her long blond hair and ocean blue
eyes were dull and listless. The sight
of his wife being treated like a criminal was too much for him to bear. He hated Will Thomerson even more now for
what he was putting them through.
seated,” said Judge Anders, a bulky black man with close cropped curly black
hair and pock-marked skin. He hit his
mallet and took his seat behind the bench.
looked over her shoulder and saw James and the concern deep in his
eyes. She felt a tear trickle down her
cheek, horrified by the prospect of being arrested and taken into custody. She’d never been more frightened in her
life. On top of everything else, she
still had no hope that they’d ever find her precious son again now that Will
town, Ethan Blackthorne sat in his car outside Joel Armitage’s house in Burbank.
He was twenty-eight, had dirty blond hair and brown eyes. A muscular, athletic body and killer looks
completed the package. Gripping the
steering wheel tightly, he raked his fingers through his hair and
turned on the car radio. A newscast
caught his attention and he quickly turned up the volume.
“And so begins the arraignment of Brooke
Taylor-Blackthorne, accused murderer of
famed Broadway and Hollywood
film producer Will Thomerson, who was shot to death several nights ago in his
home in the Hollywood
hills. Mrs. Blackthorne, wife of James
Blackthorne, a personal and business rival of Thomerson’s, confessed to the
murder yesterday after an eye-witness came forward and claimed he saw the woman
shoot Thomerson in cold blood…”
and helpless, Ethan turned off the radio and thought back to the night of
Will’s murder. Brooke had confessed to
him that Michael was in fact his son and that Will had probably kidnapped him. Beside himself with rage, Ethan had gone to
Thomerson’s house intent on getting his son back. But when he got there, Will was dead, James’s
silver .38 revolver laying next to the body.
James walked in and announced
that Brooke had killed him in a fit of rage.
The only thing he could remember next was realizing that he had to find
something linking Will to Michael’s kidnapping.
He searched through everything, and then, taped to the back of a file
drawer was a piece of paper with a list of names and addresses on it. It was his only lead to go on, so for two
days he drove to every house on the list and watched patiently to see if the
inhabitants had a baby who would have been about Michael’s age.
just last night he hit paydirt with Joel Armitage. His wife had taken the baby for a walk in its
stroller and he watched patiently. A
police car showed up twice at the house looking for Joel and left without
incident. Finally he was able to get a
clear path to the house without arousing suspicion.
out of his car by the curb, he started up the driveway and paused when the
front door opened and Missy Armitage emerged with a scowl on her face.
are you?” she demanded. Ethan could hear the sound of the baby crying
from inside the house. “You’ve been out
here watching me since yesterday. Are
you here looking for my husband? Because
if you are you’d better get in line. I
don’t know where he is, now leave me alone.”
lunged forward and stopped her before she could go back inside the house. “Wait, Mrs. Armitage, please.” He looked at her with a sense of urgency,
realizing this was his only opportunity to find out for sure. “I’m not here about your husband.”
who the hell are you and why are you watching me?” she asked.
baby,” Ethan said and motioned to the house.
“I heard him crying.”
shrugged indifferently and glanced at the door. “He won’t take his bottle and I can’t get him
to eat anything,” she said, her guard slightly weakening. “I just don’t know what to do.”
old is he?” Ethan asked with wide eyes.
weeks,” Missy Armitage replied.
was twelve weeks. Ethan pressed for more
information. “You’re not breastfeeding?”
shook her head and walked up to the porch.
“No, we adopted him. My husband
and I. He just won’t take a bottle and I…”
was it. He’d finally found him. “Where did you adopt him from, Mrs.
Armitage?” he asked, more certain than ever that it was Michael. Joel Armitage must have worked out a deal
with Will Thomerson and that’s how he wound up with the baby.
husband arranged it,” Missy said defensively.
Armitage, I think your baby may have been adopted illegally.”
shook her head adamantly. “No he
wasn’t,” she said. “You’re crazy. We adopted him. My husband set it up. He wouldn’t do anything illegal.”
baby was kidnapped, Mrs. Armitage,” Ethan said.
“His was taken from his mother over two months ago.”
stopped and looked at him with hollow eyes.
“I think you’d better leave now,” she said and raced inside the house.
shot up the porch steps and stopped her from closing the door. “Please, you have to listen to me. That’s my son in there!”
had picked the baby up and was cradling him gently in her arms. Ethan could see through the screen door and
his eyes locked onto the baby. He knew
at the moment that he was looking at his son.
His eyes were the spitting image of Ethan’s.
going to call the police if you don’t leave,” Missy said and closed the door,
bolting it and chaining it tightly.
Armitage, open the door!” Ethan yelled, opening the screen door and banging
fiercely. “You have my son!”
walking by stopped and looked at him curiously, then turned to confer quietly
with one another about the spectacle.
Ethan ran his fingers through his hair and turned around, realizing that
making a scene would do no one any good.
He had to think of a plan and he had to do it fast if he was going to
get his and Brooke’s baby back.
Rydell slipped into the courtroom and spotted his daughter, Heather sitting a
few rows up. Moving quietly so as not to
disturb the arraignment proceedings, he slid into the seat beside her and they
exchanged bittersweet smiles. He glanced
across the aisle and spotted Alex Reynolds sitting in
her trademark dramatic veiled pillbox hat.
He swallowed hard and tried to ignore the frustration he felt with
her. Mostly for her part in wrongly
accusing him of the kidnapping and the murder.
Jordan was forty-four years old and a dashing
Hollywood producer. He had brownish-bond hair and penetrating
hazel eyes that matched his daughter’s.
Heather, a thin, twenty-three year old waifish young woman, had a long,
oval face and long brown hair that fell straight down her back.
watched the proceedings with unblinking eyes.
Jordan, unaware that Alex was staring
at him helplessly, listened to Ed Littleton’s remarks at the front of the
only will the state prove that Mrs. Blackthorne went to Will Thomerson’s house
with the intent to kill him, but we will show you, your honor, that she had
plenty of motive for doing so,” the prosecutor said as he stood at his
post. “The first and foremost being the alleged kidnapping of her infant son by
grandstanding, Mr. Littleton. This isn’t
a trial,” Judge Anders said abruptly with a bored expression on his face. “What’s your motion?”
Littleton paused dramatically and looked
around the courtroom. “Fist degree
murder, your honor. The prosecution
would also like to ask that bail be denied due to the sheer calculated nature
of the crime.”
let out a deep breath and looked at Stormy and Miranda seated beside him. He prayed that Brandon would be able to counter the
prosecution’s claims. He held his breath
while Brandon stood and began delivering his
statement to Judge Anders who listened carefully from behind his bench.
honor, the prosecution is asking us to believe that Brooke Blackthorne, a woman
who believed Will Thomerson had kidnapped her son, went to his house with the
specific intention of murdering him,” Brandon began. “If this were the case, wouldn’t Mrs.
Blackthorne be admittedly giving up any chances of finding her son? I don’t believe that my client would be so
calculating as to allow that to happen.
I move for the charges against Mrs. Blackthorne to be reduced to
justifiable homicide and that she is remanded on bail.”
clasped her fingers together, wishing that none of this was necessary. She acted out of impulse and that was all
there was to it. Shooting Will Thomerson
was a split decision that she regretted.
Justifiable or not, she knew it meant that they would never find Michael
judge paused and contemplated the issue.
A few moments later he leaned forward and addressed Brooke
directly. “Bail is denied. The prisoner will remain in custody until a
trial date is set. The charge remains
murder in the first degree. Case
Brooke’s eyes flashed
open in horror and she turned to look at James.
The guards pulled her up to her feet and led
her out of the courtroom as James flew into a panic.
jumped out of his car when he heard the sirens coming down the Armitage’s
street in Burbank.
Quickly, he intercepted the squad car by the curb and waited for Officer
Fitzsimmons to emerge.
I’m Ethan Blackthorne,” he started, speaking at a frantic rate and running his
fingers through his dirty blond hair.
“I’m the one who called you.”
the problem, Mr. Blackthorne?” Fitzsimmons asked as his partner walked around the car to meet up with
woman in that house,” Ethan began, struggling to calm himself down. “She has my son.”
“Your son?” Fitzsimmons asked in
confusion. He looked up at the house and
spotted Missy Armitage standing at the living room window watching them
closely. “That’s Joel and Missy
Armitage. She claims they adopted that
couldn’t speak fast enough. He gathered
his thoughts and tried his best to sound as coherent as possible. “No, they adopted him illegally. He was kidnapped. You have to do something.”
glanced at his partner and held his hand up in frustration. “Wait a minute,” he said. “Ethan Blackthorne? Isn’t your uncle James Blackthorne? He and his wife had a baby who was kidnapped
a few months ago?”
that he couldn’t get into the complicated paternity issues involved, Ethan decided to play along for the
sake of argument. “Yes, it’s my Uncle’s
son,” he explained hurriedly. “That
woman has him.”
makes you think that’s the Blackthorne baby in there?”
Ethan didn’t want to get into the whole story so he summarized enough details so
that they’d take him seriously. “Will
Thomerson kidnapped him and gave him to the Armitage’s in exchange for some
kind of favor. Look, you have to believe
me. That’s Michael Blackthorne in there!
a minute-“ Fitzsimmons exclaimed, an alarmed expression on his face. “Will Thomerson? The guy that Brooke Blackthorne confessed to
raked his fingers through his hair and turned, looking at the house and
spotting Missy dodge away from the window.
“Yes! Please, you have to do
something! We don’t have time to stand
here and debate this!”
we should go talk to her,” said the other police officer. “That baby is the same age as the Blackthorne
nodded reluctantly, offering Ethan a look of warning before starting up to the
house. “Stay here.”
sighed with relief and watched as they made their way up to the house and rang the
doorbell. He paced back and forth beside
the police car, anxiously waiting for some kind of resolution. They had to believe him, he thought to
himself. They had to know that it wasn’t
just a huge coincidence. Michael was in
that house. His son.
pounded on the door and called inside for Missy. “Mrs. Armitage, it’s Officer Fitzsimmons
again. We just want to talk to you for a
Armitage, I need you to open the door and talk to us,” he said. “There have been some allegations that your
husband might have adopted your baby illegally.”
no answer. Ethan’s eyes darted toward
the door and he prayed that the woman wasn’t going to make things any more
difficult for them.
not here to make any trouble,” the police continued from outside on the
porch. “We just want to talk to you and
clear some things up. Please open the
coursed through Ethan’s veins. He heard
the loud screeching of tires in the distance and he snapped his head in the direction
it was coming from. A blue sedan made
its way down the residential street, careening out of control as it neared the
house and slowed to a languid pace.
Armitage flew into panic mode, his gaze riveted to the police standing at his
front door. Desperate and intent on
getting free, he slammed his fist on the steering wheel and pressed down on the
gas, speeding up and passing the house completely.
Ethan screamed and ran after the car.
police heard the commotion and came running down off of the porch.
was Armitage!” Ethan yelled and climbed into his car. “He’s getting away!” He turned the ignition and did a sharp
u-turn, speeding down the street after him.
two police officers jumped into their squad car and flew after him, sirens
wailing and blue and red strobe lights flashing rapidly in the morning haze.
Armitage frantically fumbled with his cell phone as he maneuvered his blue
sedan along the busy residential street in the Valley. He pressed the speed dial and hit send,
impatiently waiting for his wife to answer at home.
“Hello? Joel, thank God! The police were here!” Her tone was urgent and her speech wavered
dramatically. “They wanted to talk to me
about the baby! Joel, what’s going on?”
listen to me!” Joel yelled into the phone as he steered around a car at a stop
sign. “Do not let them in! Don’t even
open that door until I can figure out what we’re going to do!”
police said that they think the baby’s adoption wasn’t legal! Joel, what are they talking about?”
his eyes briefly, Joel tried to block out the pounding in his head. When he opened them again he was three feet
away from another car stopped directly ahead on the busy street. Quickly, he slammed on the brakes and the
phone went flying into the passenger’s seat.
Missy’s shrill voice emanated through the phone. “Joel, are you listening to me? What aren’t you telling me?”
he leaned over and snatched up the phone in his hand, quickly darting around
the car and proceeding down the road.
“There’s nothing to worry about,” he insisted, constantly checking the
rear view mirror to see how close his pursuers were getting. “I promised you a baby and I won’t let anyone
take him from us. I swear to you.”
clenched his teeth and cut her off.
“Listen very carefully. I want
you to do exactly what I say.”
pressed his foot onto the accelerator and tried desperately to catch up with
Joel’s sedan. He swerved in and out of
traffic, ignoring yellow lights as he raced through intersections.
Reynolds made her way down the hallway at the courthouse and approached Jordan and Heather. Before leaving she decided to take the
opportunity to discuss a few things with her estranged husband.
like a word with you,” she announced, placing a hand on her hip and leveling
her eyes on him. “In private.”
Jordan rolled his eyes and Heather
excused herself quickly. After she was
out of earshot, he turned back to his
wife and folded his arms. “What is it,
about Nathan Blackthorne,” she replied matter-of-factly. She was a devastatingly
beautiful woman in her early
forties with long auburn hair, aquamarine eyes and porcelain skin. She looked at Jordan
with yearning desire, never more
attracted to him than when he played hard to get.
is there to discuss?” Jordan asked with mild irritation.
like you to stop your campaign to get him cleared of his charges,” she said
with determination. “Nothing good can
come of him coming back here. You and
James both need to realize that.”
Jordan dug his hands into his pockets
and shook his head in amusement. “No, I
think you need to realize that everything doesn’t revolve around Alex
Reynolds. Whatever personal dislikes you
have for Nathan are your own business.
For once James and I are on the same side of the fence on
something. We both feel that it’s time
his uncle comes back to Hollywood.
His talent has been sorely missing for the past twenty years.”
shook her head with aggravation. “That’s
a matter of opinion.”
I remind you that you practically owe your career to that man?” Jordan asked with a frown. “He put you in dozens of his films. You starred in several of them together. If it hadn’t been for him, you might not be the legendary Alex Reynolds.”
shot him a cold, penetrating stare and leaned in closely, deciding to appeal to
him on a more personal level. “Jordan, whatever you may think of me,
I’m still your wife, and I’d like to think that there’s some fragment of
decency left between us. Take my word
for it. We’re all a lot better off
without Nathan Blackthorne around.”
sorry, Alex. The D.A.’s already working
on getting the charges dropped.”
glared at him with contempt and spun around, marching down the hallway in a fit
bought a cup of coffee from a vending machine and took a sip of the steaming
hot liquid, grimacing at the stale flavor and quickly dropping it in a nearby
garbage can. She turned around and went
to find a seat to wait for her father when Brett came down the corridor and
I’m sorry I’m late,” Brett Armstrong said and kissed his wife lightly on the
cheek. “I was at the studio and had a
dozen phone calls come in at once. I
just couldn’t get away.”
managed a faint smile and shrugged off his embrace. She looked at him out of the corner of her
eye, unable to shake the feeling that he’d been up to some very shady antics.
everything okay?” Brett was twenty-seven
and had a strong, athletic body, dirty blond hair and brown eyes. He detected Miranda’s standoffish attitude
and immediately sensed trouble.
judge denied Brooke’s bail,” she replied hastily. “Daddy’s in seeing her right now. I’m just waiting for him.”
put an arm around her and kissed the top of her head. “Well I hope he knows that he can count on me
while all this is going on. I’ll be
happy to do anything I can to help out.”
think you’ve done quite enough,” Miranda said, then immediately regretted
it. She had no proof of her
suspicions. All she had were her gut
instincts. Unfortunately, those
instincts were usually right.
does that mean?” he asked with a frown.
to come out and voice her concerns, Miranda folded her arms and looked at him
head on. “I’m still trying to figure out
how that videotape of Heather got into Stormy’s closet at home. Jordan was the one who found the
tape. He obviously didn’t kill Will so
he’d have had no reason to plant it there.
So if it wasn’t Jordan, then who did?”
shrugged and tried his best to appear as though he had nothing to hide. “I have a feeling we’ll probably never know,”
he said and shoved his hands in his pockets.
He wished that she would drop it.
Granted, he hadn’t thought his actions through before framing Stormy, but
that was when he believed that he actually was the killer. Now that Brooke confessed it was a different
story and he was in hot water.
would be very convenient for the person responsible,” Miranda said and looked
at him warily. She searched for any sign
of guilt in his eyes. Not surprisingly,
she found no such sign. Brett seemed to
be alarmingly innocent of any wrongdoing since the day they met. Strangely enough, she had always bought into
hard, Brett watched her walk across the corridor and sit down on a hard wooden
bench. He was beginning to feel like his
wife doubted his every move. That was
something that he couldn’t allow to happen.
He’d worked too hard for too long to have everything taken away
DeWitt was a forty-five year old African American woman who exuded glamour and
class with every move. Her ebony hair
curled just over her shoulders and her flawless skin smelled of lavender and
coconut. She floated across the
expansive living area of her suite at Hotel
Terranova and stopped to compulsively arrange a bouquet of fresh
African roses she’s had flown in
that morning. A knock at the door took
her away from the dutiful task and she breathlessly traipsed over to answer it.
she said with a disappointed sigh as she opened the door. “What are you doing here? I thought I made it clear that any
communication between us would have to go through our attorneys.”
Dewitt brushed past her and entered the room in a huff. “Renee, I came here to ask if you would please
reconsider. Think about what you’re
throwing away. Fifteen years of marriage
is nothing to take lightly.”
by his lack of regard, Renee slammed the door and turned toward him, her hands
planted firmly on her hips beneath her powder blue chiffon robe. “How dare you lecture me on the sanctity of
marriage,” she charged, scowling with contempt.
“How many times did I catch you with another woman, Kenny? And how many times did you promise me that it
was the last? Well I’m not going to give
you another opportunity to make promises that you can’t keep. Our divorce is going through and you’re just
going to have to deal with it.”
sighed with exasperation. Renee had
threatened divorce before and always backed down at the last minute. This time was different, however, and he was
beginning to worry about the future.
I love you,” he said and followed her down into the sunken living room. “I always have. I’ve just been a foolish man who didn’t see
how good he had it.”
you didn’t,” she spat and issued him a look of warning. “You came to me with nothing to your name but
a stack of student loans from law school, and that’s all you’re going to leave
with. I fed you, clothed you, even put
you in charge of my father’s company.
Well no more Kenny. I won’t be
your bitch anymore.”
not the way I see you!” Kenny insisted, running his hands through his short
afro haircut. He was forty-two years old
and a tall, solid man with a mustache and a chiseled body. “I don’t care about any of that. I don’t care about Merteuil Industries, I don’t care about the Land Commission, all I
care about is you!”
glared menacingly at him and took a few steps forward. “Then perhaps you should have thought about
that before you jumped into bed with another one of your Hollywood bimbos.”
Kenny could respond, Renee was scurrying for the door and opening it wide.
out,” she said.
there was no reasoning with her, Kenny sulked out of the suite and jumped at
the sound of the door slamming closed behind.
paramedics draped a sheet over Joel Armitage’s body and then strapped him onto
the stretcher. Ethan stood by with Officer
Fitzsimmons as they loaded the dead man into the ambulance. Sadly, it was too late for ambulances. Ethan rubbed his hand over his face and let
out a sigh of regret.
know how you feel, Mr. Blackthorne, but there wasn’t anything we could have done,”
Fitzsimmons said. “Armitage was running
scared. At least we got his statement
before he died.”
was it enough?” Ethan asked, fully prepared for another road block to keep him
from his son. “One name – that’s all we
got out of him.”
be enough,” Fitzsimmons insisted. “We’ll
get a court order to have a DNA test done on the baby the Armitage’s adopted.”
nodded and stated walking to his car.
“I’m going to go back and make sure Mrs. Armitage doesn’t try to
follow you there,” said the policeman and walked to his squad car.
minutes later, Ethan was ringing the doorbell at the Armitage’s house, calling
through the door and glancing at Officer Fitzsimmons with a wary expression.
me try,” said the officer, moving up to the door and pounding
relentlessly. “Mrs. Armitage, open the
door. We have to talk to you about your
there was no answer, Ethan grew immediately alarmed. He moved to the living room window and peered
inside, trying to get a clear view of what was going on in the quiet
Armitage, open the door!” Fitzsimmons yelled.
don’t think she’s in there,” Ethan remarked, his voice full of dread.
motioned for his partner and prepared to break the door down. He brandished his nightstick and pushed with
his full weight into the door. The wood
cracked and splintered until the door was
hanging lopsided off its hinges. They
ran inside, scouted around the rooms and then adjourned back to the living
gone,” said the officer.
the sounds of a baby crying from outside startled them back to reality and they
raced to the door. Fitzsimmons pulled
out his gun and dashed down the porch steps directly behind Ethan.
down the sidewalk with the baby in her hands, Missy Armitage didn’t look back
or slow down a bit when she heard the voices calling after her. She clutched onto Michael with all her might,
desperately trying to get away before she was apprehended and would have to give up her baby.
Armitage, stop right where you are!” yelled Fitzsimmons from the sidewalk.
stop!” Ethan called after her.
Missy continued running, the baby crying in her arms as her feet pounded
against the pavement.
Fitzsimmons raised his gun and issued another warning. “Stop right where you are or I will fire!”
Ethan screamed, redirecting his attention at the police officer holding the gun
on the woman who carried his son off in the distance. “Don’t!”
placed his finger delicately on the trigger and set his sights on Missy
Armitage making her getaway.
God’s sake, don’t! She’s got a baby!” He grabbed for the gun, struggling with
Fitzsimmons until the shot fired and echoed through the neighborhood.
sat across the table from Brooke in the visitor’s room at the police
station. A guard posted at the door
watched them and folded his arms into a rigid stance. Brooke’s eyes darted to him nervously, hating
the thought of being a criminal in the eyes of the law.
promise I’m going to do everything I can to get you out of here before that
trial starts,” James said. “I won’t let
you stay here, Brooke, I promise.”
back the tears, Brooke shook her head and wiped her eyes with the back of her
hand. “There’s nothing you can do,” she
sobbed. “I killed someone. I can’t take it back and I can’t just
apologize and expect to get off the hook.”
you didn’t kill him in cold blood,” James said, struggling to keep his voice
down so as not to broadcast their conversation to the guard. “It was justifiable. Or self defense. Brandon will come up with a defense and you’ll
be out of here in no time.”
can’t make a promise like that,” Brooke said, filled with grief and a desolate
sense of doom. She looked into his
eyes. “James, I could go to prison for
the rest of my life.
Or worse yet…”
James said adamantly. “Don’t think like
knock at the door alerted the guard and he stepped out into the hallway. James took the opportunity to learn forward
and kiss his wife softly on the cheek, holding her hand and caressing it
in the hallway, Officer Fitzsimmons approached the guard and looked in through
the glass window at James and Brooke.
“Mrs. Blackthorne has another visitor.”
one at a time,” said the guard. “And she
has to go back to her cell soon.”
an exception,” Fitzsimmons ordered.
later, the door opened again and the guard came back in. James and Brooke both turned to look at him
and wondered what was happening. Brooke
was sure it was time to go back to her cold, lonely cell. Her few minutes with James were far too
someone else here to see you,” the guard said.
frowned and stood up from his seat. “Who
question was answered when Ethan entered the room, a tearful smile on his face
as he held Michael gently in his arms.
The look on his nephew’s face was enough. No words were necessary to realize what was
my God,” Brooke whispered quietly and stood up, her hands plastered to her
mouth at the sight of her precious baby boy.
happily, Ethan looked down at the baby and laughed when Michael stirred and let
out a sharp cry. His eyes locked onto
Brooke’s and he moved a few steps toward her.
looked at him and then at James. Sheets
of tears ran down her face and her hands trembled with excitement. “Michael?” she asked in disbelief.
nodded and handed the crying baby to his mother. “It’s Michael.”
to find the words to express her happiness, Brooke held the baby close and
stared into his bright blue eyes. “I was
so afraid I’d never see you again. I
thought I’d lost you forever.”
pulled Ethan into an embrace and felt a tear trickle down his cheek. “I don’t
know how you did it, Ethan, but I’m so grateful, you have no idea.” He turned back to Brooke and the beautiful
sight of their crying baby in her arms.
joyous expression slowly began to diminish as he watched James take Michael
into his arms. Suddenly the reality
occurred to him. James still thought he was Michael’s father.
Renee gets a surprise
visitor. Brooke studies crime scene photos
of Will's murder. Miranda begins an investigation.
Brandon lays out the events of the night Will