Mountains of
Nevada
Alexis' ears were more than
ringing. She felt as if somebody had
jammed
her head into the Liberty Bell and pounded it with a
sledgehammer.
All she could feel was Dex alternately rubbing her
upper
chest
and trying soooo damn hard to give her
mouth-to-mouth. She
sputtered to
consciousness. "Dex, what the hell are you
doing? Stop
it!"
she gasped.
Dex's
expression was one more of surprise than disgust. Only conscious
for a
moment and she was already back to her old bitchery. "I'm trying
to
save your life, if that's okay with you," Dex
said, almost sorry he
had
bothered with her in the first place.
"I'm just
peachy!" Alexis snapped. "Just peachy for a person who's
barely
survived one hell of a landing! Who do you think you are,
crash-landing
the plane like that?" she thundered illogically.
"I'll remind her
Highness that it was she who caused the damn plane to
dive in
the first place!"
"You're being
ridiculous. You did this on purpose just to get me
alone,"
she ambled on, brushing the dust from her dress and looking
around
for her other shoe. "You dragged me from my own daughter's
wedding!”
"Alexis, of all the
damn stupid things you've ever said to me, that's
among
the top five. I am not in the habit of staging plane wrecks just
to
beat time with you. Now either shut up or give me your cellphone
because it
might be nice to alert the authorities about all this."
"Fine, Dex," she said, fumbling around in her purse.
"And be sure they
send
out separate search and rescue teams, because I'll not let them
strap me
into another moving vehicle with you!"
Dex
completely ignored her words as she handed him her phone. He tried
to
get a signal but it was no use; nothing but shrill static greeted
his
efforts. "Forgot to pay Verizon, did you,
Alexis?"
"There's nothing wrong
with the phone, you idiot," she reponded.
"You
landed us
in the middle of nowhere. There's no service out here,
apparently.
Where the hell are we, anyway?"
"Somewhere in Nevada,
I'd assume," Dex said. "We'd just crossed
the
state
line when we--"
"Nevada!"
Alexis gasped. "Dex, that means hundreds of miles of empty
desert!
We could be stranded here for days!"
Dex
didn't doubt her word, as he finally took the time to gaze about
him
and try to pinpoint their location. According to his wristwatch it
was
early evening but the stars shone above. He scanned the horizon
for
the telltale glow of a nearby city, but could see none. The only
light
was the flickering flames of his late private plane.
"Yes, you're right, Alexis.
We could be stranded for days."
Los
Angeles
"Fallon!"
Sable embraced Fallon as she came back from the hospital.
Jeff walked into the living
room after his wife and joined the two
Women."Hw are you dear?Feling better?"
"Much
better, thank you. I'm just so sorry I ruined the wedding,"
she
said
and Sable laughed.
"Believe me dear, you
are the last one who ruined that wedding, if at
all,"
Sable replied and stared at Jeff, who wasn't smiling.
"Yes, Jeff told me
about the incident with Adam. And god, I do hope
Patricia is fine," she
added. "It's no secret I didn't like her,
but I
surely didn't wish her to die," Fallon added.
"Well Blake said he’ll
call us as soon as he has some news," Jeff interfered.
"Poor
Blake. He had to leave everything so suddenly. And
William, he was
really
upset to hear what the private detective found," Sable said,
"Well at least you're
fine, Fallon. you had us all worried about
you,"
Sable continued.
"I know, I'm sorry, it
was just the humidity, I guess," Fallon lied. She
remembered
very well why she passed out. It wasn't the weather, not at
all.
"The most important
thing now is that you rest until we're ready
to go
back to Denver,"
Jeff told his wife.
"What do you mean
ready? I'm ready now, Jeff. I'm not staying here, we
have a
lot of things to settle back home," Fallon announced.
"You leave that to me.
You heard what the doctor said, you should rest until…”
"No, Jeff. I am going
back home, with you or without you. I have
nothing to
do here, with all due respect to your family," Fallon said
determined.
"So I guess I'm
staying here alone," Sable suddenly said. Jeff and
Fallon looked at her and
noticed the sadness in her eyes.
"So it's final then?
You're not coming back to Denver?"
Jeff asked his aunt.
"No, Jeff. I think it
would be better for me to stay away from that
place
for the time being, at least until I know what I'm going to
do
with my life," she added, as Fallon's cellphone
began ringing. She
pulled
her cell from her purse and opened it.
"Fallon, it's Zorelli!" John Zorelli was heard from the other line.
"Thank god! What is
going on?"
"You're asking me?
You're the one who disappeared from me all of a
sudden.
I've tried to call you all day long!" he answered.
"I know, I was in the
hospital, don't ask, it's a long story. What's
new?
How is Roman?" she asked and Sable and Jeff exchanged looks.
"I hope you are
sitting; the man is dead. He was murdered," he announced.
"What?" Fallon
was shocked.
"I can't talk too much, I just need you and the rest of the family to
be
very cautions. I'm after his murderer so I might not be available
for
the next few days. Any way you be cautious and take care, he can
be
very dangerous. I'll call the moment I know more. Take care!"
he
then hung up.
"What is going on,
Fallon?" Jeff asked his wife.
"How is Roman?"
Sable asked as well.
"He was
murdered," Fallon told them, still stunned herself.
Denver
Carrington—Kevin Laird’s office
Kevin and Susie sat tensely
in his office. They had little actual work to complete, but plenty of suspense
to worry over. “She has to call soon,” Kevin said quietly, hardly thinking.
“She just has to.”
“She will, Kevin,” Susie
said. Her usual flirtatious nature was subdued by the tense mood of the past
few days. “I’m sure she’s all right. In fact, what time is it in Israel
right now? Maybe she’s just in bed. Safe. Asleep!”
“Well, if she’d call we’d
find out,” Kevin persisted.
Susie decided it was time
to get ahead of the situation. “Well, maybe it’s time we told the Carringtons, because if something did happen to her—“
“I know, know,” Kevin said. “But we’re not even
sure we’re right about Anne being a murderer. No sense worrying the entire
family before we know something for sure. Besides, they’ve got more than enough
on their minds right now, from what I’ve heard.”
Suddenly the phone rang.
Could it be? Kevin picked it up. “Danny, thank God, it’s you!” Kevin shouted
before Danny could get much of a word in. “Where is she? How is she?”
“Whoa, simmer down,” Danny
said. “She is here, and I just phoned to tell you that she had a little
accident but she’s all right now.”
Kevin’s heart sank as Danny
filled in the details. He damned himself for letting her go off by herself in
the first place. It was quite a while before Danny could calm him down enough
for him to continue.
“But why was she here in
the first place?” Danny asked. “Did she even tell you?”
Kevin’s
concern for her well-being gripped his judgment. Danny couldn’t be told too
much. That could put both him and Krystina in danger.
Whether or not it was true, he couldn’t trust Danny to keep quiet to Ashley
about her own mother! No, the theory about Anne was Krystina’s
card to play, and it was better to let her play it, when she’d get the chance.
For now, Kevin thought he’d better do a quick cover-up until he was certain Krystina would be all right. “I’m not exactly sure, Danny,”
Kevin lied. “She must have had something to tell you, but I’m sure she’ll tell
you as soon as she gets her memory back.”
“I guess you’re right.
How’s my grandfather?” Danny changed the subject. “Did he return from the
wedding all right?”
“Lord, no, that’s another
story!” Kevin said. “Seems that what’s-her-name, William’s
mom is dead. He, Krystle and Dominique went
off to New Zealand to
see what’s going on.”
“Patricia is dead?” Danny
was stunned. “God, I barely knew her but that’s terrible.”
The thought of Patricia’s
death regenerated Kevin’s concern for Krystina.
“Listen, Danny. No matter what’s going on over there in Israel,
you keep an eye on your aunt, you hear? In fact, maybe I’d better get myself
over there.”
“Kevin, it’s all under
control, seriously!” Danny almost laughed. “They’ve got good hospitals in Israel.
There’s nothing to worry about!”
Kevin again decided to back
down. If he was too eager, then he might tip Danny off to the larger issue.
“All right, I trust you, Danny,” he conceded. “But remember what I said, you
hear?”
The rest of the
conversation was just filler until Kevin could get off the line and confer with
Susie. “Okay, I heard enough, Kevin” she said. “Listen, I don’t mind telling
you that I’m suspicious of Krystina’s little
well-timed ‘accident.’ If that Ashley’s up to something…”
“You’re right,” Kevin
agreed. “We have to tell the Carringtons everything.”
Jerusalem, Israel
Doctor Levy finished checking
Krystina and smiled. "Looks like you're
feeling
better," he said, and Krystina nodded.
"So it means I can go
back home?" he asked.
"Well I'm not sure
which home you mean," he smiled again, "it's
still
better that you'll stay in Israel
for the new few days. I'm sure
Rebecca my wife will find a
room for you until you'll be ready to go
back to
America,"
he added.
"Thank you. But the
most important thing now is that I'll leave.
I still don't know why I
came here, but one thing is for sure, I didn't
intend to
spend my time in a hospital," Krystina said
smiling.
"I'm sure you
didn't," the doctor said. None of them saw Ashley who
stood
outside and listened to their conversation. "Well, let's wait
until
afternoon to see if there's change in your condition. If we'll
see
you're progressing, we'll let you out," he promised.
"Thank you,
doctor," Krystina smiled. He nodded and walked
out.
"Ran," Ashley
turned to him before he walked into the corridor, "how is she?"
"Oh, better. Much much better, I think we can let her out this
afternoon,"
he said.
"So
fast?"
"Well it's only a
minor concussion. She can take some rest at our place
until
she'll decide what she want to do, continue her trip here or go
back to
the U.S," he said.
"Actually, I need a
favor, Ran. I know it'll sound strange, but I
think it
will be better if Krystina stays here at the hospital
for a
few more days," Ashley said. Ran looked at her confused.
"I don't get
that," Ran said, "Is that a problem?"
"Just trust me. I'm
not sure it's a good idea to let her be with Danny
and I
in the same house. I know it sounds weird, but there is a reason
why
I'm asking you to do this. Can you please wait a few days?"
"I don't know, Ashley.
It is my duty and job to tell my patient the
truth,"
he said.
"Just one day. That's
all I'm asking. One day."
Ran stopped for a moment
and thought. "Okay, one day. Not more," he
said
eventually.
"Thank you, you are
the best!" she hugged him. He hugged her back and
then
went to check his other patients. Ashley walked into one of the
waiting
rooms, pulled out her cellphone and dialed a number.
Somewhere
outside Denver
Anne opened her cell phone
and answered the call. "Ashley!" she called
happily,
"Thank god, I was so worried about you!" she said and looked
at
Jim who now lay in the same bed Steven was chained to, just a few
hours
ago, suffering from pain and barely able to speak.
"You
what? What do you mean? So she found out after all,
I see. Well,
I'm glad you learned
something from your mother, honey. Finally you're
doing
the right thing," Anne said.
"The only reason I
called you, Mother, is to let you know you're in
danger,
that's all, so don't start with ‘I told you so’ now, okay?"
Ashley replied.
“Alright,
alright. I'm just trying to think what we should do
now,"
"What YOU should do.
If the attorney knows what Krystina found out it
could be
very risky for you, Mother. It'll expose you once and for all!
And this is the last thing
I want to happen, not now that Danny and
I are
finally back together," Ashley told her mother.
"Don't worry darling,
I'll take care of that Kevin boy," Anne assured her.
"Don't do anything
stupid, Mother," Ashley said.
"Trust me, sweetheart.
I'll take care of everything. You just make sure
that
rat Krystina doesn’t talk to him."
"She’ll eventually
remember what she found out, Mother," Ashley said.
"And that's why you
should make sure she's not talking to anybody,
Ashley. I'm counting on
you, one word from her and we'll lose it all."
"I know, I
just--"
"I have to hung up now, Ashley. You keep me updated, and don't worry,
everything
will be fine," Anne said and hung up, then approached to
Jim's bed and looked at
him. "I have to run some errands, Jimmy.
I'll bring some more
bandages and sedatives. Anything else that
you
need?"
"Hospital, Anne.
Hospital.." Jim barely could say.
"I'm sorry, that is
the one thing I can't do for you. We'll just have
to
find another way. Hang on," she said and then walked out, leaving
him
injured, without medical treatment.
The Colby Mansion
Monica sat at her dresser
with her hair up in a towel. She wished that somehow her shower could have
washed away all the excitement of the last two days but knew that was silly.
Still, things were calmer now that most of the relatives had gone home. She
wondered what her new routine would be now that things were supposedly back to
normal.
A light rap on the door preceded her mother’s smiling face peering from behind
the doorframe. Sable entered without asking, without needing to ask. She had on
her favorite satin nightgown with a soft robe covering it. In one hand she held
a brandy and with the other she closed the door behind her.
Monica had no words but decided it was high time she gave her mother a hug.
They both needed it. They were both relieved now that all the commotion from
the wedding seemed to have died down.
“Oh, Mother, Mother,”
Monica sighed as she sat back down. “When will this family ever just learn to
relax, hmm? God bless Miles and Amanda, but that wedding was…”
“I know, dear,” Sable
replied. “But it’s all over. And thank heavens that we finally convinced them
to take their honeymoon as scheduled. After all is said and done, those are the
only two that came out of that wedding unscathed.”
”You’re talking about yourself, aren’t you?” Monica let out a brief smile. “What with you and Francesca reliving your past.”
“For which, of course, I am
not the slightest bit embarrassed,” Sable said and they both started laughing.
“Perhaps the whole thing happened only for old time’s sake.”
“Okay, I realize that,
Mother,” Monica said and grew a little more serious. “But Mother, what’s to
stop it from happening again? The tension between you two has always been
nothing short of outrageous. Maybe you…” Her voice trailed off but Sable could
more easily continue the sentence.
”Maybe I should never have returned to Los
Angeles? Perhaps you’re right. I’m
sure if it, myself. And anyway, I only left Denver
because of Roman in the first place, and now that he’s gone...”
“It’s just that I’m worried
about everyone,” Monica continued. “I know there’s a lot of unresolved baggage
between you, Francesca and Jason, but I’m not sure it can ever really be
resolved.”
“So you think I should go
back to Denver?”
Sable said, the question already answered in her mind.
“I think you should go back,”
Monica agreed reluctantly.
Sable wasn’t even of a mind
to protest. She knew it was true. Before she could continue, however, the maid
knocked on the door with a package. Sable thankfully took it and opened it on
Monica’s bed.
“Oh
my God. This can’t be!” she said as she looked into
the box.
The Mountains of Nevada, same night
Alexis sat dumbly before
the roaring campfire. It wasn't exactly
difficult to
light a fire in these parts; all one had to do was touch
a
log to one's burning plane and there you are. Despite the heat of
the
fire she shuddered, half out of fear and half out of concern for
her
immediate future.
Luckily for Dex, the fire in the plane wasn't as bad as he'd
previously
thought. He'd managed to grab a fire extinguisher from
beside
the door and fight his way through the rest of the plane. All
in
all, it was probably the feeblest plane crash he'd ever walked away
from.
Exhausted, Dex slumped down beside his ex-ex-wife and shut his eyes
tight.
Alexis made no response, neither verbally nor
physically. She
merely
allowed him to enjoy the company of her near presence and left
it at
that. Dex eventually laid his head back on the
ground, leaving
Alexis sitting very much
alone and wondering whether she'd eat again
anytime
soon.
It wasn't long before her
favorite ex-husband suddenly asserted himself,
grabbing
her around the waist and pulling her down to the ground
beside
him. "Dex, what the hell are you trying to do to
me now?" she
protested.
"Shut up and come
here," he answered, crushing her against his chest.
"Dex,
you let go of me, I mean it!" she shouted. Her further protests
went
ignored, as Dex slowly and softly began carressing her neck,
experiencing the
warmth of her shoulders. He pulled her face closer
and
kissed her.
Alexis made no comment, but
Dex thought he could almost see tears
forming in
her eyes. Despite all her bluster, Alexis was now a very
frightened
and vulnerable woman. This he understood better than she.
Even the most powerful
woman in America
was nothing without her phone,
her
fax machine, her contacts and her money. But there was one thing
she
did still have: Dex Dexter. The second kiss met with
even less
resistance.
"I hate you, Dex Dexter," Alexis murmured, gaining strength herself
from
the older, yet still powerful muscles in his arms.
"I hate you,
too," Dex said. They embraced as the flames
flickered
into
the night.
The Carrington Mansion – the next
day
"Mom,
dad!" LB welcomed Fallon and Jeff when they came
back to the
mansion.
Fallon hugged her son and they all walked into the living
room,
to find Sammy Jo there, listening to Steven's message over and over
again.
"Sammy Jo,"
Fallon called and her former sister in-law turned around
and
began to cry as she hugged her, "LB updated us. Any news?" she asked.
"No. I talked to Sgt.
Friedman last night; he promised to start
searching
for him, but so far they didn't come up with anything
specific,"
she said.
"They are still trying
to use the answering machine message to find out where
he
was calling from," LB explained.
"And even so, it's not
been three days. Who knows what could have
happened to
him," Sammy Jo said desperate.
"I'll try to talk to
Friedman again. But it is strange," Jeff said.
"Friedman asked us to
come up with a list of people who hated Steven, or
had
unfinished business with him, but I can't think of anyone!"
Sammy Jo said, "and even if so, why anybody will want to hold Steven?
I mean, it's already been
weeks since he left, and nobody called us for ransom. I don't know what to
think anymore, why would anyone kidnap
Steven?" Sammy Jo
asked crying.
"It has to be someone
who have a lot to earn if-- " Fallon began and
then
stopped suddenly, "oh god, I think I'm on to something here! Jim
Martinez!"
"Jim? Why Jim would do
anything to Steven?" LB asked naively.
"He wanted Sammy Jo
for himself the whole time, and he never accepted
the
fact you two got married," Fallon called excited.
"I've tried to call
him already last night, but he didn't answer. I
don't
know. I don't think Jim would do anything to Steven. He's a
doctor
for god’s sake!" Sammy Jo said.
"Yes, and he's also a
man. I think you should talk to Ashley or her
mother.
Maybe they know where he is," Fallon said.
"But Ashley is in Israel,
with Danny," LB said.
"And Danny… he doesn't
know anything about this!” she said.
Jerusalem, Israel
Danny finished dressing and
was about to walk out his room as Ashley
showed up
in the doorway.
"There you are, where have you been?" he asked her.
"Oh, I went to buy
some things at the market, to Rebecca," she said,
"what
about you? I’m gone two minutes and you're running away?"
she
asked as she walked into the room and closed the door behind her.
"Oh, I was about to go
to the hospital, to visit Krystina," he
explained.
"What, now?"
Ashley tried to improvise something.
"Yes, wanna come with me?"
"No, no… I mean yes, I
want to, but not now; we can't go now!" she called.
"What? Why not?"
"Because it's not
visiting hours now silly, she's resting," Ashley said.
"But it's almost four o'clock,
Ash," Danny said, not understating what
was
going on with her.
"Danny, it's not America
here, you know. Everything is different here.
It's time now for doctors’
rounds!"
"Oh,
really? I didn't know," Danny said.
"I have an idea, why
don't we rest ourselves a little bit and then go check on her, at the right
time, hmm? What do you say,
lover?"
she winked to him and before Danny could answer she pushed him
to
the bed and began kissing him.
Denver Carrington
The constant whir of Adam’s
shredder was pretty much the only sound to be heard from his office. Document
after document went into its blades; anything and everything that could
possibly link Adam to the truth about Nance. There wasn’t much, really, but
Adam couldn’t take any chances, not with Jeff breathing down his neck.
“What am I doing, what am I
doing,” he said to himself in desperation. He of course had never allowed Jeff
to see him sweat all the time Jeff was alternately interrogating him or
pounding the snot out of him. But Adam could never show weakness to the likes
of Jeff Colby.
One last piece of paper went into the shredder, and that was that. There was
nothing left to shred. Adam sat back in his desk wondering what further horrors
he’d be subjected to, not once letting the entire affair weigh on his
conscience.
He tried to clear his mind
and tried very hard to relax for a change, but his blood pressure seemed not to
cooperate. He closed his eyes, but his pulse continued to pound; there seemed
no relief in sight. Could guilt be getting the best of him after all?
His eyes still shut, he thought he could tell the room growing brighter. He
popped his eyes open. In front of him, the room was illuminated with a soft
glow that seemed to grow more solid. It slowly took the form of a beautiful
dark-haired woman.
“K-Kirby?”
Adam said to the figure.
“Adam,” the vision said,
with a sly, understanding smile on its face, “what have you done now?”
“Oh God, Kirby, I never
wanted you to know.”
“I’m sorry, Adam, few things are hidden from me, anymore. Unfortunately.”
“Please, Kirby, you have to
understand—“ Adam began to beg.
“Of course I understand,
Adam. I understand you better than anyone who ever lived. But that’s not why
I’m here. I’m here to warn you, Adam. You better come clean. Things are quickly
falling into place that will utterly ruin you if you don’t atone.”
“Kirby,
what things? What are you talking about?”
“Adam, there’s still a
slight chance for you to redeem yourself, but only just. You’d better clean up
your mess right now, or you’re going to get swept up in a much, much bigger
mess. That’s all I can say.”
”Kirby? I miss you.”
“And I miss you, Adam. You naughty boy.”
With that, the vision of
Kirby faded away, leaving Adam to ponder her words.
The Carrington Mansion – that evening
“Cecil Colby. No way. I was
either dreaming, or losing my mind again,” Fallon said to herself. She pulled
the sleeves of her sweater straight and wondered if she dare tell Jeff what she
thought she saw. Clearly, Frankie and Jason hadn’t mentioned a thing to him or
else he’d probably have had her locked away in the funny farm by now. “No, I’d
better just keep my mouth shut until I know for sure what happened back there,”
she decided.
The phone rang and
distracted Fallon away from her thoughts. “Blake?” she said into the receiver.
“Daddy, how are things in New
Zealand?”
“We’re fine, darling,”
Blake assured her. “Listen, it’s all true. Patricia died in a car accident.
Poor William identified the body and well, he’s making the arrangements
himself. I don’t know when we’ll be home.”
Fallon wondered at this
point whether her dear, but not entirely stable Uncle Ben had anything to do
with Patricia’s sudden death, but kept quiet for now. Her thoughts turned back
to Blake’s feelings.
“I’m very sorry, Daddy,”
Fallon said. “I know William and I don’t see eye-to-eye on, well, on anything,
but you can tell him I do feel for him.”
“Of course I’ll tell him.
Now have you heard from Krystina?”
“No, but I’m sure she’s on
her way back home by now,” Fallon said flatly, having almost forgotten about Krystina’s mad escapade halfway around the world.
After a few more exchanges,
Fallon hung up the phone and sat back in her chair. Why did Krystina
go to Germany
and Israel in
the first place? Of course, the only person who really knew what was going on
these days with Krystina was Kevin Laird, so she
called him.
“Yes, Fallon, I suppose I
do have a few things to tell your family,” Kevin said. “Susie and I will be
right over.”
Delta Rho
Sammy Jo tried to call
Jim's apartment over and over again, but there
was no
answer. His cell phone was close, and the nurse who answered to
her at
the hospital said it's his day off today.
"Where are you, Jim, I
need your help," she talked to herself and
dialed
the police.
"Sammy Jo Reece for
Sergeant Hartford, please," she told the duty officer.
"He's not in the
station miss, and we already informed him you called.
In the minute he'll have
new information he'll contact you Mrs.
Reece," the man said
and hung up.
"Damn," Sammy Jo
called and closed the phone. She was about to dial
another
number when she heard a car parking outside. She went to the
entrance,
opened the door and couldn't believe it: Steven showed up in
front of
her, dirty and paled.
"Sammy Jo…" he
whispered and then collapsed in her arms.
The Carrington Mansion
“Let’s face it, Kevin,
there’s no choice. We have to tell the family,” Susie said as their car sped
on.
“I know, I know, but how to
tell them without adding to their worries,” Kevin said.
“How
to tell them?” Susie laughed. “Did that sentence come from
Kevin Laird, one of the smoothest talkers in courtrooms today?”
“I am not going into a
courtroom, Susie,” Kevin said, “I’m trying to tell a family not to worry about
a relative, when in fact, they should be damn worried. And now I’m worried
because the estate is just around the corner.”
Susie looked over at the
entrance to the grand Carrington estate. In the moonlight, she could just
barely see through the gate at the breathtaking grounds and beautiful
landscaping that lay out before her. She couldn’t wait to see it up close, even
though it was dark.
Kevin was just about to
pull into the gates when another car darted out of nowhere, its headlights
flaring into Susie’s eyes. She never had a chance to even scream.
Somewhere…
He sat behind his big desk,
scattered photos of his enemies covering every edge. “So many of them these
days,” Cecil Colby said. “Carringtons, Colbys, in-laws, cousins, children, grandchildren,
bastards. And one the biggest bastard of them all,” he said, holding a photo of
Blake closer for a better look. “Ah, Blake, my old sparring partner. What a
shock it’s going to be for you, when you realize that I’m
now dealing with you up close and personal. How’s your heart these days, Blake?
Can it withstand the return of an old friend from beyond the grave?’
The phone then rang and
Cecil picked it up. “This is me, Mr. Colby. The problem is taken care of.
Yes, to both of them.”
“Very good,” Cecil said.
“Now it’s time for some real action, and this time I’ll handle it myself.”
He hung up and continued
poring over his pictures, completely oblivious to the sight of John Zorelli outside, looking at him through the window, as we
FADE OUT…
END EPISDOE 52
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