Written in 60 minutes.

Greystone: Living Room

“I’m feeling a little relieved, to be honest, that Robin’s staying in the penthouse,” Sonny said, his fingers clenched around the glass tumbler of bourbon. “I don’t like the idea of this guy targeting them.”

“Any chance of us getting that short list from the PCPD?” Jason wanted to know. “We could do our own eliminating—” He tugged out his phone, even though it hadn’t vibrated or made any a sound. He didn’t like letting Elizabeth out of his sight. Not now.

But she was home, no plans to go out, and no one could get to her.

“I’m working on it, but Robert’s keeping everything locked down. Especially after the bullshit with Lucky.” Sonny made a face. “I don’t think he’s gonna work with us, even for the greater good.”

“No—” Jason grimaced, glanced down at the phone again. “Listen. I’m gonna head back. Anything comes up—”

“I’ll come to you. Go home. And stay there until this is over. We don’t take any chances.”

Harborview Towers: Elevator

Elizabeth watched as the numbers above the double doors lit up in descending order. 14, 13, 12—

Robin stood beside her, the killer’s had wrapped tightly around her arm, a gun shoved into her side. Elizabeth had tried to send Robin to safety — a mistake, she realized now. There was no way she was leaving Robin alone to face this lunatic on her own. Not when she was pregnant. Not when he’d killed so many — five women who’d never had a chance.

And all along it had been a man working for Jason and Sonny. God. Their own security company—her stomach roiled with the realization. The guard had only scared this maniac the other night because he knew Frankie. The guard would have known his name. What was it? Elizabeth had met him in passing when they’d moved in. Something short. Common.

She looked at the floors again — 9, 8, 7—

They’d get to the parking garage and there’d be other guards. But how many at this time of night? The elevators were secured by an access key. One, maybe two? And if Elizabeth tried to get help, would Robin pay the price? Would he murder Robin right in front of her?

And where was he taking them? Oh, God. He needed to do it in public. But would the parking garage be public enough? It had been for Emily and Leyla—

6, 5, 4 —

Was Jason on his way home? Please let him be downstairs. Let him be parking. Waiting for the elevator.

Because if this man got them downstairs, if he got past the guards—

3, 2, 1—

The elevator doors slid open, and the man yanked Robin forward, practically shoving her towards the door. For a brief moment, Elizabeth considered trying to get the doors to close — but would that doom Robin? Would she get them closed in time? Or would he shoot her before they could? Would he be angry that Elizabeth had ruined his plans and go upstairs to get to her boys?

Oh, God, what was she supposed to do?

Trembling, hoping it was the right decision to keep them both alive, Elizabeth followed when the man gestured with the gun.

Spencer House: Living Room

“All right, I want to head over to the Towers,” Robert said, gathering up the documents. “You think Morgan will talk to us about this guy?”

“I think if we’re not accusing him of murder he will,” Lucky said dryly. He closed his laptop, dropped it in his bag, then looped the strap over his shoulder. “I talked to Elizabeth earlier today. I think maybe I can ask her if I need it, but Jason was cooperative at every step when it was Georgie we were investigating. Even when Spinelli turned over that footage he’d hacked.”

“Okay.” Robert made a face, stopping at the door. “I’d better let Mac know where I am and the lead I’m following—”

“Maybe I should stay back—”

“Now’s not the time, Spencer. I need your computer skills. If our guy is in security, we’ll need someone to work that angle, and I’m not enlisting Spinelli,” the older man muttered. He tugged out his phone. “My brother will just have to deal with it. You’re on the team until I say otherwise.”

Morgan Penthouse: Living Room

In the playpen, Jake was beginning to fuss. He’d thrown out the stuffed rabbit three times, and Spinelli had dutifully returned it —

But it was when he finished the level on the video game that Spinelli realized that Elizabeth hadn’t returned. And that she’d been gone longer than was probably necessary for a quick conversation in the hall.

And Elizabeth wasn’t the type to just leave Spinelli alone with the boys without making sure it was okay.

It was, of course, Spinelli thought, as he set down the controller and returned the rabbit again. The kids were his family now. They were all a family, but Elizabeth hadn’t wanted to take advantage of him living there. He was entitled to a life, she’d told him when he’d offered to watch the boys.

Spinelli opened the door, frowning when neither Robin nor Elizabeth were in the hallway. He glanced over his shoulder. “Hey, Little Dude, don’t move from the sofa, okay? I’ll be right back.”

“Okay.” Cameron furrowed his tiny brow. “Snelli good?”

“I’m fine. Just gonna see when your mom’s coming back. She probably went across the hall with Doctor Robin.”

He left the door open in case Cameron needed him, expecting to find the women in the other penthouse — the door knob twisted easily in his hand — but the room was empty.

“Fair Elizabeth?” he called out hesitantly, his heart beginning to pound. “Doctor Robin?”

The penthouse was dark, eerily silent. Spinelli closed the door, stared blindly at the hallway. Robin and Elizabeth were gone. Vanished into thin air. But that couldn’t be—the Towers were safe.

Weren’t they?

Harborview Towers: Parking Garage

As Robin stepped out of the elevator — well, as she was shoved — the guard in the little stone office stepped to the doorway, his brow knitted together in confusion. “Dr. Scorpio? I thought—” He stopped. “Ben, what’s going on?”

“Emergency,” the killer — Ben, he had a name now— said. His grip was tight on Robin’s arm now. Was the gun pointing at Elizabeth? They were in a parking garage. Just like Emily. Just like Leyla. Was this where it ended?

“What kind?” The guard stepped out, hesitation in his features. “Jason’s not back yet. He didn’t say—”

The words cut off abruptly as Ben’s other arm appeared, raising the gun. There was a flash and a bang—an explosion of noise that deafened Robin for a moment—she heard screams, a grunt—

And then the guard was on the ground, writhing in pain, his hands clutched around his middle. “The fuck—”

“Sorry,” Ben said flatly. He aimed again—and Robin looked away, her hands flying to her face—she heard another shot—

And then silence.

Was this how it ended? Right now? Here? He’d killed the guard, and now it was their turn—

Robin felt lighter fingers wrap around Robin’s elbows, and she turned to Elizabeth, knowing her face was identical in that moment. Eyes too wide, skin icy pale. Body trembling. Elizabeth could have run. Could have done a thousand things to keep herself safe. But she was here, in this moment, to save others. The boys. Spinelli. Robin.

And now maybe here they stood together at the end.

“Don’t look so worried,” Ben said. He turned to them, smiling. “It’s not over yet. I don’t repeat myself. My girls deserve better than that. You’re the finale.”

“What—”

“Now, Dr. Scorpio—” He reached into his pocket, drew out a set of keys. Pressed a button. Lights flashed nearby, and a trunk popped open. “Get in the trunk so I can take you to our final destination.”

He strode forward, grabbed Elizabeth by the arm. “Or I can get rid of this one right now,” he told Robin, the barrel nuzzling Elizabeth under her chin. “And then I’ll go back upstairs and clear the penthouse—”

“They’re just—they’re babies—”

“Obstacles. Leverage. Get in the trunk,” Ben repeated. “Or have more blood on your hands. Sweet Leyla? That wasn’t supposed to be her. You know that. You sent her to die. And Sam McCall? You did that. If you’d been where you were promised to be—where you said you’d go—they’d both alive right now.”

There was a truth to that — an unfair, terrible truth — and Robin swallowed hard. It was supposed to be her three weeks ago. And this man wouldn’t stop until he’d accomplished his mission. If Robin refused — it wouldn’t change anything.

But if she got in the trunk, maybe they’d have a chance.

“Okay. Okay. Don’t hurt her, okay? Don’t—” Robin hurried to the car, shoved the trunk all the way open. “I’ll do it.”

“There’s a good girl. I knew you’d understand.”

Morgan Penthouse: Living Room

Spinelli returned to the penthouse, closed the door, then flipped the locks, his heart pounding. If Elizabeth and Robin were gone, then they weren’t safe. Not down here. He’d call Stone Cold, sound the alarm, then he’d take the boys upstairs to their room and find a way to bar the door until reinforcements came.

“Snelli?”

“Hey, Little Dude.” Spinelli turned, flashed a smile he hoped wasn’t wavering. “Go play the rabbit game with your brother. Mommy is chilling with Doc Robin, so I’m gonna call your dad. We’re out of orange soda.”

“Okay.” Cameron slid off the sofa, headed over to the playpen where Jake had tossed the rabbit again.

Spinelli took a deep breath, and went for his cell phone. His finger was hovering over the send button when the phone on the desk began to ring, the shrill sound filling the room. Spinelli yanked it off the base. “Stone Cold?”

“We’re locking down,” came the tense reply of Wally down at the front desk. “Shots were fired in the parking garage. Elevators are turned off—”

“Shots—” His stomach dropped. “Elizabeth and Robin are gone. They went into the hallway and never came back.”

“Oh, fucking hell—”

Harborview Towers: Parking Garage

Robin crawled into the trunk, and Ben shoved the lid down hard as soon as she’d curled up. Relief warred with terror as Elizabeth absorbed they had more time. He was taking them to another location —

But with Robin trapped in the trunk, if Elizabeth tried to escape, she’d still be leaving Robin behind. And escape wasn’t guaranteed—

Ben’s fingers dug into her upper arm as he jerked her forward towards the driver’s side of the car. He shoved her across the front seat, and she winced as the gear shift hit her stomach. He pushed her again, and she hit the other side of the car hard, her head rapping against the door, jolting her.

By the time she’d regained her sense, he was in the car, the engine was switched on, and he was pulling out of the parking space.

She could fight him in the car — she was still considering it— but there was the gun — and they were still in the Towers —

Even if they locked down the elevators, wouldn’t Ben have a way inside’? Wouldn’t he be able to go pass it—

No. Get him away from the building. Away from her boys. Jason would know by now he was missing, and he’d find her.

He always did.

The car squealed out of the garage, making a hard right out of the garage — taking them further up Harborview Road, towards the hills that rose of the lake.

It nearly hit an SUV waiting to turn into the lot, and Jason’s fingers clenched around the wheel, as a terrible feeling of dread filled him.

His phone rang. “Yeah?”

“He’s got them, he’s got them!” Spinelli cried. “Shots in the parking garage. Robin and Elizabeth were gone and I was going to call you, but—”

Jason swore, then hit the gas, hoping like hell he could catch up the headlights disappearing rapidly behind him. “Spinelli, I think I’m following the car. Does Elizabeth have her phone?”

“N-no—it’s here—”

“Then Robin. Robin’s phone. Don’t call it. But you can find her signal can’t you? With her number?”

“I—” He heard the other man take a deep breath. “Yes. Yes. I can try. Don’t get off the phone. I’ll try.”

“Okay. Call Sonny on the other line. I’m driving north on Harborview — and he’s headed out of town.” Somewhere public, Jason thought, but without interruptions.

And if Robin had her phone, then maybe —

Car: Trunk

She did have her phone, a fact which had occurred to her as Ben was ordering her to crawl into the trunk. If she was alone in the trunk, then she could do something —

She had it in her hands, but couldn’t see anything in the dark car. Patrick was in surgery. So that speed dial was out of the question. But her father?

Robin felt the keypad with her fingers, painstakingly feeling out the 1, the 2, then 3—she held down 4.

“Robin?”

“Dad! He’s got us! Ben — his name is Ben—” She sucked in a sob. “Dad, he works for Jason. He was at the Towers—”

“Shit—where are you? Where does he have you?”

“Trunk. Elizabeth up front, I think. He didn’t check me for a phone. I don’t know where we’re going, but I felt the car go right, so I think we made that turn and we haven’t turned again. Harborview Road.”

“I’m coming Robin. You stay on the phone with me. Don’t hang up.”

“I won’t.” Tears slid down her cheeks. Her father was on his way, and Robert Scorpio had never failed her when it mattered most. “But you need to tell Patrick. And tell him I love him, and that—”

“No goodbyes, baby. We’re already on the way. We’ll call Patrick, but you’re going to see him soon. I’m coming. Don’t hang up. Keep talking to me.”

“O-Okay. I’m scared.”

“I know. Damn it, Spencer—you better not kill us before we can catch up—who taught you to drive?”

“Never lost anyone yet,” Robin heard Lucky’s dry voice through the line and nearly laughed. “Dad taught me everything I know, so just hold on to something and stop complaining. He always said you were a terrible passenger.”

Now Robin did giggle, the sound strange as it mixed with her hiccups.  “He’s not wrong, Daddy.”

“No, he’s not,” Robert muttered. “I’m coming, Robin. Don’t give up. You keep talking me.”

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Harborview Towers: Lobby

Robin’s smile was quick and friendly as they approached the guard behind the desk. “Wally! I can’t believe you’re still here!” She looked to Patrick. “He’s worked the desk down here since I was with Stone.”

“It’s good to see you, Miss Scorpio—” Wally paused. “It’s Doctor now, though, isn’t it? Dr. Scorpio.” He opened a manila envelope. “I have everything you need here. Keys for the penthouse, access cards for the elevator and for the parking garage—” He slid each item across to them.

“The hospital has less security,” Patrick said, even as he picked up his set of keys and cards. “That’s not a criticism of this place, but of our employer,” he added. He looped a duffel bag over his shoulder, then picked up the suitcase Robin had packed for herself.

“Thanks, Wally,” Robin called as she and Patrick headed for the elevators at the other end of the lobby.

Wally watched them until they were safely on the elevator then sat back down at his desk, reaching for the phone to let Jason know that they’d arrived safely. He glanced up at footsteps, furrowing his brow at the man standing there . “What are you doing here? We didn’t schedule anything did we?”

“Last minute call from Greystone.” Ben Davis rested an elbow on the desk. “Wanted to audit the security system and make sure no one has access who isn’t supposed to. I guess they’re getting nervous about this guy.” He shrugged. “I don’t think Mr. C has to worry about the ex. No one’s stupid enough to go after Mrs. C.”

“She’s not the one they’re worried about,” Wally said. “You can add two names to the access list unless Mr. C or Jason already told you. Penthouse 4. Robin Scorpio and Patrick Drake.”

“Penthouse 4? The boss’s old place?” Ben scratched out a note. “What’s that about? It’s been empty for almost two years.”

“I guess they’re shaken up after Sam McCall at Kelly’s. Dr. Scorpio and Miss Webber found her body. I think Jason’s worried they might be targets.” Wally shook his head. “It’s a shame after what they’ve been through, losing his sister.”

“Goes to show you no one’s really safe,” Ben murmured. He straightened. “I’ll take care of it, and report back to Mr. C.”

Ben left the security guard behind the desk and hummed a little as he headed for the Towers’s security room. It was really a stroke of luck, he thought, as he stepped inside the room and saw the wall of screens at the far side. He found the elevator to the fifteenth floor without problem and watched Robin step off with the doctor.

If he’d had any doubt about Robin and Elizabeth being his final set of girls, the ones that would fix all the mistakes, well hadn’t the universe given him a sign? Pretty Robin was now just across the hall from Elizabeth.

He’d have to live with a few adjustments to his process, but at the end of the day, the results mattered, and Ben had mistakes to correct.

All he had to do now was wait.

Harborview Towers: Hallway

As soon as Wally had called up to let them know Robin and Patrick had picked up their security information, Jason and Elizabeth headed across the hall to check on them.

“I really appreciate this,” Robin said, closing the door behind them. “Dad’s worried, and so was Patrick—” She glanced over at her boyfriend, examining the windows. “It’s weird being back here. It looks just like it always did.”

“Yeah. We left it empty in case Sonny needed it—” Jason folded his arms. “I talked to Francis about getting you a guard, but I don’t know if you still want it. They won’t let them in the hospital.”

“No, I remember. Elizabeth told me—” Robin exhaled slowly. “It’s just…it’s a little overwhelming. This just happened last night, and it feels like everything is going so fast—”

“He waited less time,” Patrick said, coming back to them. “Six weeks, then three. I still think you should ask for time off from the hospital. Both of you,” he said to Elizabeth.

“We don’t know for sure he’ll still come after us,” Elizabeth said, but her protest was only half-hearted. “But I’ll call Epiphany and see if we can rearrange shifts. I’ll volunteer to work some nights.”

“And I can see about doing some work at home. If you’ll round on my patients,” Robin told Patrick. “But locking us up in here can’t be a permanent solution.”

“I know, but—” Patrick grimaced, looked at Jason. “Your people are safe, aren’t they? I mean, you’ve vetted them.”

“The best we can. Most of the guards assigned to the Towers have been with us for years,” Jason told him. “But I’m headed over to Sonny’s now to go over a few things. There’s a few more security upgrades we can do. And there’s always the island.”

“But that’s a last resort,” Elizabeth said, more to Jason who just sighed. “I promise Robin and I don’t want to make any stupid decisions, but how long are we supposed to do this?”

“Until we catch this guy.” Jason brushed his lips against his forehead. “I won’t be long, okay? I’ll be back before you have to put the boys down for the night.”

“You could come over,” Elizabeth suggested as Jason pulled open the door. “Start your internship early—”

“I think we’re going to unpack and settle in.” Robin wrapped her arms around her torso. “Thank you. Seriously. I know my dad feels a lot better knowing I’m here.”

“I feel better,” Elizabeth said. She hugged Robin, then followed Jason out.

“I really just want this to be over,” Robin murmured. Patrick wrapped his arms around her, pulling her back against his chest. “They have to be close to catching him, don’t they?”

“I hope so.” He tightened his hold on her, as if it alone could keep her safe.

Spencer House: Kitchen

“All right, let’s see what we’re working with,” Robert said, spreading his files across one end of the table, casting a dubious glance at Lucky with nothing more than a notepad and a laptop. “I know our guy is on this list. Talk me through the ones you like best.”

“All of them match average height and build,” Lucky said, “so they could be the guy on the camera from Georgie and Chelsea’s dorm. And from the hospital. The security company covers both places, and these guys were assigned to both at various times this last year.  No criminal record—” He tapped a few keys. “Except for the owner of the company. No convictions, but he’s been questioned a few times and was on Taggert’s radar for a few jewelry store heists. He opened the company five years ago, supposedly went legit—”

Lucky stopped when his email dinged. He picked up his phone to scroll through it. “Subpoena for the security company’s client list finally came through—”

“The hospital, and the campus, right? What about Kelly’s?”

“No, Sonny and Jason handle that,” Lucky said almost absently. “Since Sonny married Carly—” He stopped. “The company handles security for Corinthos & Morgan Coffee and the Towers.”

Robert straightened. “What?”

“The company. It’s…I didn’t realize—” Lucky set his phone aside, tapped a few more keys, his  heart pounding in his ears. “It’s the front for Sonny and Jason. Their guards work for this company. Francis Corelli, Dougie Barone — that’s who was with them the other night. Max and Milo Giambetti — they’re all listed as employees.” Lucky exhaled slowly. “None of them have ever worked the hospital or PCU.”

“Sonny and Jason, do they own this company?”

“No, no. Not on paper anyway. If their money is funding it—I don’t—” Lucky tapped a few more keys, typed in a few names. “But none of our guys is on the shortlist for the Towers or Kelly’s. They’ve never been assigned there. That doesn’t mean anything—”

“But the owner of the company. He would know all of that, wouldn’t he?”

“Yeah. He would.” Lucky looked over at Robert. “Ben Davis. He’s the registered owner.”

Morgan Penthouse: Living Room

Elizabeth tried to keep her mind occupied with other things. She fed her boys dinner, managing a smile when Spinelli dug into the dinosaur-shaped nuggets with the same enthusiasm as her toddler.

“I bet you’re ready for Thanksgiving break,” she said to Spinelli as she carried Jake out to the living room after dinner, Cameron trotting after the teenager. “You’re done with that paper, aren’t you?”

“The Jackal is still in the throes of conclusions.” He dropped onto the sofa with a sigh. “The Blonde One says I must finish with a fancy flourish but I must admit, I lack the flourish. And the fancy.”

“Don’t look at me for that.” Elizabeth shuddered. “The thought of writing papers—I barely managed in high school.”

Cameron dug into his toys and began to build with his blocks. Elizabeth set Jake in the playpen, and wondered how to keep herself busy. Maybe she could give the boys’ a bath — that would definitely—

The knock at the door jarred her from her thoughts. Elizabeth headed over, smiling when she saw Robin at the threshold. “Hey.”

“Hey. Uh, Patrick got called in for an emergency surgery.” Robin twisted her fingers together. “And I was going out of my mind with boredom. Is Jason back? Does he have anything from Sonny? I mean—”

“No. Not yet. I’m going a little crazy myself—” Elizabeth glanced over her shoulder, making a face when she realized Cameron had abandoned his toys and was creeping closer. He’d taken to listening to conversations, and the last thing she wanted was for him to hear talk about a serial killer. “Cam, why don’t you ask Spinelli to help you with that video game? I’m gonna go talk to Robin in the hallway.”

“Sure. Come on over, Little Dude.” Spinelli was always happy to have a reason to avoid schoolwork, and Cameron was obsessed with the video games Spinelli showed him.

“I’m sorry,” Robin said as they stepped into the hallway. Elizabeth closed the door behind them. “I shouldn’t—”

“No, it’s fine. I just—I don’t want Cameron to—” she sighed. “I guess I’m trying to ignore it all. Because if I think about it, I think about how scared I am that they’re all right, and somehow we’re in this guy’s crosshairs—” Elizabeth fisted her hand. “And I hate it. I really do.”

“I—” Robin paused when they heard the elevator. “Oh, maybe that’s Jason.”

“I hope so. Maybe he has something—”

But it wasn’t Jason who stepped around the corner. It was someone Elizabeth only vaguely recognized and didn’t know by name. “Is there something wrong?”

The man smiled, and the hair on Elizabeth’s neck stood up. She reached for Robin’s arm, instictively wanted the pregnant woman behind her. And cognizant that just behind the door, her babies were blissfully ignorant. “Who are you?”

“I’ve been waiting so long for this moment.” His smile deepened, but his eyes were cold. Dead. Empty. “For my girls to be just where I wanted you. It was supposed to be you last night.”

Could she get them both inside and lock the door before he reached them? Oh, God. No. Maybe if just one of them ran—

But the boys — they were just inside —

Elizabeth opened her mouth, but nothing came out. Beside her, Robin was tense, her dark eyes burning.

“You killed Georgie,” Robin breathed. “And Emily. And Leyla and Chelsea—All of them—”

“My girls,” the man said with a proud smile, a horrible contrast to his dead ends. “All of them so perfect in their own way. But you, my dear Dr. Scorpio, have been a challenge.” He wagged a finger at her. “Now, it’s time for you come with me and fix the problem you created.”

“I’m not going anywhere—”

The man reached inside his suit jacket and drew out a pistol. The smile remained, but it was sharper, thinner. Meaner now. “You can come with me now or I can go inside the penthouse.” In his other hand, he dangled keys. “I can go anywhere in the building, Dr. Scorpio. Miss Webber.”

Her name on his lips jarred Elizabeth’s memory. “You work for Jason. You—you’re part of their security.”

“I am their security. I’m sorry that you had to be my final girl, Miss Webber. But you can blame Dr. Scorpio. She sent that nurse with Emily that night.” He shook his head. “So then I needed a nurse to complete the set.”

“The set,” Elizabeth repeated numbly. “We’re a set?”

“Yes. It’s very important to make sure it matches. That you fit. I didn’t want to hurt Jason. He’s been very good to me,” the man continued, “but he’ll move on. He always does, doesn’t he? And maybe—” His eyes lit up. “Oh, this is perfect. It will all match now! Sam belonged to him. No more mistakes.”

He raised his brows. “You can come with me now so I can do this right, or I can go inside and take someone else that belongs Jason. Maybe a new pair—”

“No, No.” Elizabeth swallowed hard. “You can take me. Leave Robin. You wanted a pair, didn’t you? Sam and I can be your pair. She’s already gone. We’re Jason’s fiancées. That’s a pair. Robin—”

“She has to go, Miss Webber. You both do. Now, what’s it going to be?”

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Quartermaine Estate: Family Room

Jason stepped back from hugging Monica, touched her shoulder. “How are you holding up?”

“I’m managing,” Monica said, squeezing his hand. She gestured for him to join her on the sofa. “Some days are better than others.” She hesitated. “I’m sorry about Sam. I didn’t know her that well, but I know you cared for her.”

“I did,” Jason said, a bit uneasy. “But not the way I used to. We broke up months ago, but we were really over a long time before that.”

“That’s what makes grief complicated,” Monica told him. “Just because you’ve moved on and you’re planning a future with someone else, it doesn’t mean you have to pretend you didn’t have a history with someone else—”

“It’s not—” He stopped, considered how to put it into words. “Sam knew Maureen Harper kidnapped Jake,” he told Jake, and her expression tightened. “She saw her do it. She didn’t stop it. She didn’t say anything. And I don’t think she ever would have. Jake was an obstacle to her. Not a person.”

“Oh. Oh.” Monica closed her eyes. “Oh, how horrible. I’m so sorry, Jason. Of course that makes this so much more difficult. And then she testified against you—”

“And was trying to have me arrested for making threats against her life,” Jason continued. “That’s—it’s part of the reason why I came over. Sam—she doesn’t fit the profile. I know that Robert Scorpio has a theory to explain that, but there are cops who don’t—they’ve asked for my alibi. Last night. And for—” His throat tightened. “For the others.”

“They what?” Monica demanded, her tone low and dangerous. “They can’t seriously think you had anything to do with what happened to Emily! She was your sister! And why would you hurt Georgie? Or Leyla, or Georgie’s poor roommate—oh, I can’t think of her name—”

“Chelsea.” Jason rubbed the back of his neck. “I don’t think anyone seriously does, but I didn’t want you to hear the rumors and—I don’t know. I didn’t want you to hear about it another way.”

“It’s preposterous, and I’ll be making that clear to anyone who will listen. And your grandfather, well, he’ll go straight through the ceiling—I hope you told them to take their questions and go to hell—”

“I’m letting Diane handle it for now. I don’t want to worry you, Mon—” Jason hesitated. “Mom.”

Her face softened, and she touched his hand. “I know it’s uncomfortable for you, Jason. You don’t have to call me that after all this time.”

“I—”

“It means the world to me that you’ve let me in. That you’ve given me time with your children. Made me—and Edward—part of your future. But don’t do anything you aren’t ready for.” She touched his cheek, then smiled. “I have something for you. Give me a minute.”

She rose and crossed over to the bookcases lining the back of the room. She pulled out a photo album and brought it back over. “I thought you might like…” Monica flipped it open to a page with a photograph of Alan holding a baby. She touched it. “You were almost eighteen months old here. You’d just come to live with us, and that’s your old room upstairs.”

Jason studied the photograph of a much younger Alan holding a toddler to his chest, grinning. The child looking up at him with a matching smile, clearing adoring. He’d loved his father. “I don’t want to have the same the regrets with you or Edward that I have with Alan,” he said slowly.

“You won’t. We won’t.” Monica flipped back to the beginning. “I was upset for so long when Alan wanted these photos in here,” she said, holding the book back out to him. “I didn’t want a single reminder that someone else was your mother. But Susan loved you, too, Jason. And you look so much like Jake—”

Jason could see the resemblance now as he considered the infant in the woman’s arms. She was a pretty woman, he thought. With brown hair and a happy smile. And the baby she held really did look like Jake.

“I didn’t want you in this house,” Monica said, and he looked at her. “I nearly divorced Alan over the possibility. I didn’t want any reminders of Susan after you came to live here. I wanted to forget it ever happened. The night Susan died, I didn’t even think about where you were. I didn’t—” She took a deep breath. “I didn’t care about you.”

Jason frowned, bewildered at the turn in the conversation. “Why—”

“You told me about Sam. About seeing Jake as an obstacle,” Monica said. “That’s what you were to me, Jason. Before you were mine, I always thought of you as someone else’s. And it was wrong, of course, but I wasn’t a very good person. I regret it now. I regret every moment I wasted with you. Sending you to boarding school. Spending so much of your childhood and growing up years mired in my own personal problems. I was a selfish woman, but you were always the best of sons and you deserved so much more than I could give you then.”

“I—”

“You don’t want to have any regrets, you said. And I’m telling you that we won’t. The past—we won’t let it matter.”

Lake House: Living Room

Alexis was always far more comfortable in a courtroom than she was in her own personal life, and words always came more easily to her when she was slipping and sliding through the intricacies of the law.

Molly, thankfully, was just too young to have this conversation, and Ric had promised to keep her a bit longer, but Kristina? Oh, she was old enough. She’d loved her big sister, and now Alexis had to tell her that Sam was never coming home again.

“Thank you,” Alexis managed as Sonny closed the door behind him and stepped down into the living room. “I can do this, but I think it would just help for you to stand there. To just…” She twisted her fingers together. “To just be there.”

“I want to be wherever Kristina and you need me to be.” Sonny took her by the hand. “Ric is bringing them home today?”

“Just Kristina.” Alexis touched her forehead. “Molly’s barely two years old. God. When I think—”

“It’s okay—” Sonny stepped as the knock at the door came, and he turned to find Ric pushing the door open, Kristina in his arms. His chest tightened as always when seeing his half-brother with Sonny’s daughter, but that wasn’t important right now.

“Daddy!” Kristina wiggled and hopped to the ground, racing over to her father. Sonny swept her up, kissed her cheeks. “Daddy Ric bring me home for you! Him and Mols having Daddy-Daughter day, so I get to?”

Ric winced when Alexis looked at him. “I wasn’t really sure how to—” He swallowed. “How to explain why Molly was staying with me, so—”

“No, it’s all right.” Alexis nodded. “Thank you.”

“I better let you, ah, get to it.” Ric held Alexis’s gaze for another minute. “I really am sorry. I know you might not believe that, but—”

“I do. Thank you, Ric.”

When he’d gone, Alexis turned back to her daughter. And prepared to deliver the news.

Spencer House: Living Room

“I don’t bloody care what my brother said,” Robert said, sweeping past a surprised Lucky and into the house. “You’re still on this case until the damn end, and that’s just how it is.”

“I don’t want to do anything to mess up the case—”

“You won’t.” Robert stopped, took in Lucky’s exhausted appearance. “Mac told me you’d kicked a pain pill addiction last year. But I know it’s been a bad few months. Are you still clean?”

Lucky winced, closed the door, then faced Robert. “Yes. I’m going back to meetings though. But I’m clean. And staying that way.”

“Good. Had to be asked, of course. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be. That’s the consequences of what I did. Were there any developments after I, uh, left last night?”

Robert shook his head. “Nothing beyond what we expected. If not for Robin and Elizabeth’s statements that they heard footsteps running away just as they discovered the body, if not for the tight time frame, I’d have serious doubts this was connected. Sam’s neck was broken. It was a quick death. She likely only had moments to realize something was wrong.”

“That tells us something though,” Lucky said, regret swirling. What if he’d taken Sam more seriously the week before? Or at least spoken to her? What if he’d tried hard to get her to come around to his side? Into getting on with their lives? Maybe she wouldn’t have gone to Kelly’s, maybe she wouldn’t have gone into a fight with Robin and Elizabeth.

But then maybe Robin and Elizabeth would have been the targets. There were no easy answers.

“It does. Our guy knows how to make this kill. No easy feat to break a woman’s neck and cause instant death. He’d need the strength and the knowledge.” Robert rocked back on his heels. “So we’ll apply that to the profile and see what we turn up.”

“Yeah.” Lucky sat on the arm of the sofa. “What, um, do you think about Robin being the target twice? Do we think it’s random? Or planned?”

Robert’s expression was pained. “I want it to be random,” he said slowly. “That it could have been any two women at a public place. But I think it’s important that we not let go of the possibility. I’m going over to talk to her about that.”

“Maybe it was random,” Lucky said, considering. “But a different kind of random. He could have chosen them at random, but then once he’d locked in, he looked at them differently. I can’t get over the parking garage — it was a shift change.”

“So maybe he chose them for different reasons, and then waited for an opportunity.” Robert exhaled slowly. “Which means he chose Robin and Emily. And Robin changed his plans.”

“So he chose her again, and she’s slipped away—again.” Lucky fisted his hands. “But that would mean he also chose Elizabeth.”

“And he’s lost on both of them. It’s still just a theory,” Robert cautioned. “We need to work with our shortlist, but I don’t like even the smallest possibility that Robin could be the target. And I’m sure, despite all the history, you’re not keen on Elizabeth being in his sights either.”

“No. I’m not.” Lucky waited a moment. “But Elizabeth lives at the Towers. The security is tight. I went to see her today. You can’t get to certain floors without the right access key. And the parking garage—I don’t know for sure, but I don’t think there’s any blind spots. And I know they don’t do shift changes. There’s always an overlap. I, uh, used to wash Jason’s cars when I was a kid,” Lucky said when Robert frowned at him. “I did some work at the Towers. Security got tighter. There’s a list of people with access, but I’m not on it.”

“Maybe we can get Robin to stay there until we get this guy. I’ll suggest it to her. If we take his targets out of his sight for a while—” Robert furrowed his brow. “I’d be interested in seeing what he does without them.”

Patrick & Robin’s Condo: Living Room

Robin hung up the phone just as Patrick came out of the bedroom. “Are all men just Neanderthals masquerading as humans?”

“Not sure that’s anthropologically accurate since—” Patrick stopped when he saw the irritated look on her face. “Right. Debate later. What happened?”

“My father just called, and he wants me to ask Jason if I can stay with him and Elizabeth or something until they catch this guy.” Robin made a face, and went towards the kitchen, yanking out a glass from the cabinet. “I just got done telling you that I didn’t want to be locked up—”

“You also told me that you would ask Jason for some help,” Patrick reminded her and she scowled. “And look, that penthouse is so full of people, what’s two more? Plus, the kids. Remember, we were going to simulate a newborn with—”

“We—” Robin looked at him, her eyes wide. “What?”

“Well, if he has a guest room for you, I don’t see why I can’t go. If you think I’m letting you out of my sight, you’re insane.” Patrick leaned against the counter.

“Oh. Well—” Robin chewed on her lip. “They used to keep empty apartments,” she said slowly. “It was one thing when you and I just talked about it, but Dad seems convinced I’m…” She pressed a fist to her belly. “That I’m on the short list. That I made this guy mad because he’s tried to—”

“Hearing it from your dad made it more real.”

“Yeah.” She looked at him. “No offense, but you’re just…you’re not a cop. Or a former spy. Or…I don’t know. But Dad is usually calm about these kinds of things. Or he was. But he really thinks it might be true.”

Patrick scooped up the cordless from where she’d left it. “Call Elizabeth. Or I can. But there’s no point in either of us taking chances just because we’re stubborn. It’s not just us anymore, Robin.”

“No.” Now Robin flatted her hand against her belly, thinking of the life she carried. The precious, miracle which had already saved her once. “No, you’re right. Let me call.”

Morgan Penthouse: Living Room

“Of course he’ll say yes,” Elizabeth said, glancing over as Jason came in. “Do you want to talk to him?” She pressed her hand over the speaker of the phone she held. “It’s Robin.”

“What’s up?”

“I’m passing the phone to Jason now,” Elizabeth said, and handed it over.

“Robin?” Jason asked, taking the phone with one hand, and shrugging out of his jacket with the other. Elizabeth took it from him, along with the photo album Monica had sent home.

“Hey. Hey. I’m sorry. I know you’ve got so much going on right now, and the last thing you need is to worry about me—”

“Robin, what’s wrong?” he asked, glancing around the penthouse, looking for the boys. He found Jake napping in his playpen.

“With Spinelli,” Elizabeth answered, gesturing up the stairs, and Jason nodded, returning his attention to the phone.

“Elizabeth said she told you, uh, about my dad’s theory. That we were—” Her voice faltered. “That it was supposed to be us.”

“Yeah. He did.” And it was something Jason hadn’t told his mother, knowing it would only upset her. “What can I do?”

“Dad asked if maybe—I don’t know—maybe if we can stay at the Towers. You know, because of how secure it is. And the guard—they think the guard scared this guy—” He could almost see Robin on the other side of the phone grimacing. “I hate to ask—”

“Sonny’s old place is across the hall. It’s still furnished. You can take it,” Jason said immediately. “It’s the safest floor in the building, you know that. And even more than when we lived there. I’ll leave the keys and everything else with the desk downstairs.”

Robin was quiet for a long moment. “Just like that?”

“Of course. You matter, Robin. You always will. You just tell me what you need, and I’ll make it happen.”

“Thank you. Thank—I’ll talk to Patrick and I’ll call you back with—thank you.”

He hung up the phone, looked at Elizabeth as she looked through the album. “Monica, uh, she thought you might like to see the ones from—”

“I can’t believe we got away with the lie for as long as we did,” Elizabeth murmured. “He’s your double. And he’ll just keep growing up to look like you.”

He sat next to her, and she leaned into his shoulder. “Robert thinks this guy locks in on his victims like we’re property,” she said softly. “He came after Robin again because she got away. And now—”

“Now you both did.” Jason kissed her forehead, ignoring the sliver of fear as it slid down his spine. “We’ll be okay. I’ll make sure of it.”

+31

Written in 66 minutes. Didn’t want to rush the Lucky scene.

Morgan Penthouse: Living Room

The next morning, Jason opened the door to find a grim Sonny, and frowned. “What’s wrong? I mean—” He stepped aside to let Sonny through, grimacing as he closed the door. “Other than what happened last night.”

“It’s about last night,” Sonny said. He looked around the room. “Where is everyone? Can we talk?”

“Spinelli went to class, and Elizabeth’s in the kitchen with the boys, but even if—” Jason tensed. “Are they seriously looking at me?”

“Depends on who you ask.” Sonny rubbed his thumb against his chin. “Lucky was suspended last night. Tossed off the case and sent home.”

Jason simply stared at him. “Lucky? But—”

“Sam made a report on Halloween that you threatened to kill her, and I guess she didn’t let it go. Lucky didn’t take it seriously,” Sonny continued, “and Sam filed a complaint against him. Now, with Sam being the latest victim—” He exhaled slowly. “It looks like Lucky screwed up.”

“This is—” Jason shook his head. “No. They can’t be taking that report seriously—”

“Robert isn’t. Word is he’s pissed as hell because Lucky was the second in command on the case, and has been on it since the beginning.” Sonny paused. “The rest of the PCPD? Not so much. They’re still ticked after you got acquitted a few months ago. Now, no one figures you for the others, but Sam? Yeah. There’s some talk.”

“This is bullshit—” Jason hesitated as Elizabeth emerged from the kitchen, Jake in her arms, Cameron zooming in front of her. “Hey—”

“Do I need to clear out?” Elizabeth asked, her eyes dark with worry. “Sonny?”

“Uh, no, I guess—” Sonny scratched the back of his neck, looked at Jason. “Depends on if you want this conversation in front of Cam.”

“Here.” Elizabeth handed the baby to Jason, and reached for Cameron’s hand. “Hey, buddy. Let’s go upstairs and play so Daddy and Uncle Sonny can talk.”

“Can we zoom down the hallway? On my bike?” Cameron demanded. “I wanna race.”

“We’ll talk about it.”

When they were out of sight, Sonny looked back to Jason. “I’m not worried they’re coming to arrest you. I think you should call Diane, have her contact Robert. Set up a meeting. I think he might just be worried that if they caught this guy and they didn’t fully eliminate you, a defense lawyer might create doubt. And the PCPD hates you, so that’s not news. You got the alibi here, right?”

“Yeah. Yeah.” Jason leaned against the desk, absently stroking Jake’s back. “I was with the boys. And Spinelli. I got the call from Elizabeth and left. The tapes will show that I left the building, and there wouldn’t have been time for me to…and then get back to get the call. It just—” He looked away. “She tried to have me arrested on Halloween, didn’t she? And Lucky rejected it.”

“Yeah. He gave her some lipservice — he’d take her statement, and he’d pull tapes in the morning, but that wasn’t good enough. She wanted you taken into custody. He figured she wanted to humiliate in front of the kids, and that was it.” Sonny sighed. “Hard to believe he turned away a chance to make you look bad with them.”

Jason looked down at Jake, chewing on a set of plastic keys. “I think maybe after the hearing — I think that was real. Backing down like that. Elizabeth’s testimony was…” He paused. “I think he had regrets. But even before that — he was kind to Spinelli after Georgie. He took this case seriously, Sonny.”

“And now he’s off it. Robert’s working it alone, but my big worry is that the PCPD is starting to look for scapegoats. Five women dead. And in each crime, one that they could connect to you.” Sonny’s smile was grim. “Since you’re notorious for getting away for murder, it might buy some grace with the public. Some of those guys aren’t gonna care that you didn’t do it.”

“No, they won’t.” Jason crossed the room and set Jake into the playpen, making sure his favorite stuffed animals were within grabbing distance. “I’ll call Diane. Set it up. At least I can get that off my back.”

“How you holding up otherwise?” Sonny asked. “I know things with Sam were bad at the end—”

“I don’t know what I’m feeling,” Jason admitted. “This last year—since the blackout,” he admitted, “I’ve seen a different side of Sam. Things were never the same. Not just because of Elizabeth,” he added when Sonny opened his mouth. “Although, yeah, that was part of it. But I think I always knew deep down she’d gone after Ric to hurt Alexis. To hurt me. And she wanted to get pregnant because she knew I was upset when I thought Jake wasn’t mine. After the kidnapping…after the trial—” Jason met Sonny’s eyes. “I was a mark to her, wasn’t I?”

“I don’t know. Maybe not at first,” Sonny said. He slid his hands into the pockets of his trousers, looked at Jake babbling to himself in the playpen. “But this last year? Yeah, I think she tried to use her old toolbox of tricks to keep you on the hook. And when it didn’t work, she went a little crazy.”

“I’m sorry she’s gone. No matter what she did, she didn’t deserve it. And Alexis—her daughters. None of them deserve this,” Jason said. “But there’s part of me…” He grimaced, looked towards the window, the harbor visible through the sheer curtains. “You talked to the guy at the PCPD. You know that it was almost Elizabeth and Robin. They think it was supposed to be them.”

“Yeah, that theory was passed down to me. If Sam doesn’t go first, then maybe—” Sonny nodded. “Yeah, I get it. Being relieved it wasn’t Elizabeth, it doesn’t mean you’re glad it was Sam. No one thinks that. Just like being glad it wasn’t Robin that night in the parking garage doesn’t mean anyone is glad it was Emily. Or that other woman.”

“Yeah.” Jason nodded. “You talk to Alexis?”

“Last night. I went over. She’s managing, but you know her. She holds it in — ” Sonny paused as they heard footsteps. Elizabeth came around the landing.

“Hey. I managed to get Cameron settled.” She switched on the monitor that sat on the desk, and Cameron’s voice warbled out as he played and talked to himself. “I was just worried—”

“Sam tried to file a report on Halloween,” Jason told her. “Lucky refused to arrest me, and she stormed out. She filed a complaint against Lucky, and he got suspended last night.”

“That’s horrible—” Elizabeth shook her head, looked at Sonny. “They’re coming after Jason?”

“Not in any way you should worry about,” Sonny told her. “Optically speaking, maybe. I told Jason to set something up with Robert and get it cleaned up. But Lucky’s taking the public hit.”

Elizabeth bit her lip, folded her arms. “I’m sorry for him. I know how important the job is it to him.”

“I’ll call Diane now.” Jason crossed to her, kissed her forehead. “And maybe once I get this statement in, they’ll change their mind and let Lucky back on the case.”

“Maybe. It just never ends, does it?” She sighed. “I’ll go back upstairs and play with Cam. Let me know if you have to go.”

Patrick’s Condo: Living Room

Robin switched off the television, and went over to the dining table where Patrick was seated, a stack of books to his left, each with a myriad of multicolor tabs sticking out at different spaces of the books. He had a few pens, pencils, and highlighters — and a notebook, covered in scribbles.

She sat down, rested her chin on her first, and watched him. “How much research are you planning to do on this? You look like you’re doing graduate level work—”

“It’s like a literature review,” Patrick said absently, reaching for a different book. “You look at how each book tackles the same topic — where are they the same, how are they different? How important are the differences—”

“I don’t miss those assignments. Graduation couldn’t come fast enough. Any conclusions?”

“No, not yet. But just in case—” Patrick set down his pen, looked at her. “It’s distracting me right now. Because I’m pretty sure you’re not going to let me lock you down in this apartment.”

“No.”

“Figured.” He paused. “What about asking Jason for a guard? That’s what scared this guy last night, right? Can you get one for just you?”

Robin pressed her lips together. “Patrick—”

“Second time, Robin. It was supposed to be you both times. Why aren’t you more worried about that?” Patrick wanted to know. “Maybe I need to read more about serial killers,” he said. “The methodology. Like, isn’t there research that says they spiral when they break pattern, and Sam is breaking pattern, isn’t she?”

“Yes, but—”

“You’re his pattern. Or you were supposed to be,” Patrick continued. “Yeah, call your dad. I have questions. Because maybe it was actually supposed to be you that night in the garage, but it wasn’t, and now this guy is following you around because it needs to be—”

Robin touched his hand, and he stopped talking. “I’ll talk to my dad. I’m scared. Of course I am. Emily was part of my family, and she mattered so much to the people that I love. And yes, that night, it was supposed to be me. But no one came in after I did at Kelly’s, Patrick. He wasn’t following me that night. I think it’s more likely that he’s about opportunity. Maybe he was at the hospital and overheard us making plans. Maybe he was eating dinner at Kelly’s, and saw his chance. There’s a thousand reasons—”

“I’ll ask Jason myself,” Patrick interrupted. “He likes you. I know he does. And even if he didn’t—”

“I’ll talk to him,” Robin interrupted. “Okay? I will. I’m only working a few days this week, but I can call Elizabeth and see if she has a similar schedule. We can coordinate. I’ll leave with her and her guard or something, okay?”

“Or me. You’ll be with me.” He took a deep breath. “I want—I need you to be okay. I need you to be safe. Alive and breathing. So yeah, either I’m with you, or you’re with Elizabeth and her guard—but I still think you need your own. Because his orders are for her—”

“I’ll call Jason myself,” Robin promised. She leaned forward, kissed him lightly. “I’m not going to take any stupid chances.”

“Okay. Okay.” Patrick grimaced, and she knew he would still rather she lock herself away from the world, but she couldn’t do that. But she certainly wasn’t going to pretend he didn’t have a point.

And the thought that a serial killer might be targeting her specifically only because she’d managed to slide through his grasp twice chilled her to the bone.

Harborview Towers: Lobby

Elizabeth stepped off the elevators, scanned the lobby, then approached the waiting area. “I was surprised to hear from you.”

Lucky rose to his feet, his eyes somber, his face lined with exhaustion. She searched them for another moment, wondering —

“I’m sober,” he told her, and she looked away. “You heard about the suspension?”

“Yes. I’m sorry—”

“That’s why I—” Lucky dragged his hand through his hair, leaving it more disheveled. He sat on the sofa, put his head in his hands. “I almost did,” he murmured.

Elizabeth sat in a chair near him, perching at the edge. “You almost…?”

“My grandmother’s bathroom cabinet. I just wanted some aspirin,” Lucky said. He looked at her. “But she had an old bottle of pain pills. Ancient. Probably would have needed the whole thing to get the high I wanted—” He stared at his hands. “Nearly did it,” he said again. “But I didn’t. Flushed it. I found a meeting.”

“I’m glad.”

“I wanted it to go away. All of it.” He squeezed his eyes closed, his voice raw. “I don’t want any of this. I don’t want to hate you. I don’t want to be the reason you don’t love me anymore. But I am—”

“Lucky—”

“And I’m not here to change that. I’m not. I know you moved on. I know the boys are happy. And that’s what I want for you. For all of you.” He took a breath, raised his eyes. “I loved you so much, Elizabeth. You need to know that was true. I still do. I always will. But I always thought you settled for me. I always thought you would leave me when you found someone you really loved.”

He exhaled slowly. “And you did, of course. That day at the trial, I saw the misery in your eyes when Ric asked you about Jake. About that night last year. But I also saw you look at him, and I knew that look. You used to look at me that way. You were in love with him.”

Elizabeth bit her lip, then nodded. “Yes. By that point, I was. But—”

“But not always. Not always.” Lucky cleared his throat. “I didn’t come here to do this. To rehash all of that, but I just—I saw you—and I saw you looking for the drugs—for the high, and I just—I wanted it to go away. Losing you. The boys. Emily. God, losing her—all I had was the thought that I could make it okay. That I could get her justice. As if justice solves anything,” he muttered.

“I know how hard you’ve worked on this,” Elizabeth said softly. “You came to question us, remember? And you were professional. And you were so kind to Spinelli, Lucky. I know you took care of him. Made it so he didn’t get in trouble for hacking into the college. He told me that you helped him not to blame himself. You’re a good cop, Lucky. I’m sorry for what’s happened. Jason’s going to talk to Robert, okay? And maybe when he clears it up, and they have the alibi—”

“Yeah, maybe,” Lucky murmured. “I flushed the pills, and I went to a meeting,” he told her. “But part of the process is facing the why. And you’re part of it. I want to forget that I destroyed us,” he told her. “I want to forget that I threw away my boys — that I threw Cameron away. You have to know that I regret that day in the park. I hate myself for letting my anger win. For letting it be more important than him for a second.”

Elizabeth sighed. “It’s all right—”

“It’s not. It’s not. You need to know that. I know it’s not. You were right last summer. When Jake was gone — when we were so worried, and you told me you were too tired to fix me. That I was always trying to live up to some image of myself — I wanted you to be wrong. I needed this to be your fault. The drugs. Maxie. I needed it to be you.”

“I wasn’t innocent, Lucky. I should have told you the truth about Jake. And I never, ever should have married you again. That was unfair and it was cruel.” Her eyes burned. “I’m sorry. I wanted to believe in our dream, Lucky. But it’s been over for a long time.”

“I know. I know.” He took a deep breath. “But it’s okay. It’s okay. I’ll be okay. I forgive you,” he told her. “For marrying me again. For lying. I forgive you. You did the best you could. You were scared—”

“I was selfish, too. I didn’t want to be alone,” she confessed. “And I thought…I’m sorry.”

“I forgive you,” Lucky said again. He rose to his feet, and she stood as well. “I stopped myself last night. I wanted the pain to go away. To stop thinking about Emily. To stop thinking about you and the boys, but if I lose the pain — I also lose the good. I thought I wanted to feel nothing. But eventually the bad will burn away, and all that will be left is the good. I can’t have that if I take those pills.”

“I meant what I said in court,” Elizabeth said. “I’m proud of you for staying clean. A year now, isn’t it?”

“Yeah. Yeah.” Lucky nodded. “I almost threw it away, but I didn’t.” He rubbed his face. “I didn’t throw it away.”

“I forgive you,” Elizabeth said, and he looked at her, surprised. “We both need to hear that, don’t we? We hurt each other so much and in so many ways. I don’t want that to be our story, Lucky. I don’t want to remember the bad, either. I want us to be able to look back and remember the sweet.” A tear slid down her cheek even as she smiled. “And you were the sweetest boy a girl could ever love. The perfect first boyfriend. You should know that.”

“You, too.” He reached out, and squeezed her hand. “Thank you. For listening to me. For all of it.”

“Thank you for coming to me. For trusting me one more time. If there’s anything I can do help with the department or the case—please. Just tell me.”

“I will. I should get going. I want to call my sponsor. Find another meeting. I think I need them daily for a while again.” He squeezed her hand again, then left.

Elizabeth watched him go, passing by another cluster of sofas and chairs where several people sat. When Lucky had disappeared through the glass doors, she went over to the security desk to get their mail, then went to the elevators.

At one of those sofas, a man with a newspaper lowered it so that he could watch the brunette leave. She and Robin had escaped him the night before, but there had to be a way to get them again. He’d be ready for the guard, he thought. This time — it would be different. He’d have his perfect pairs. Elizabeth and Robin were the perfect complement to Emily and Leyla. To Georgie and Chelsea. They were worth waiting for.

Even as he thought it, his fingers curled more tightly around the edge of the paper, ripping the thin material. He’d been so patient waiting for another chance — but his patience was running thin.

And their time was running out.

+33

Written in 66 minutes. Ending scene needed to be just right, so it took an extra minute, and I added Alexis/Sonny.

PCPD: Squad Room

Lucky tapped on Mac’s open door. “Hey, Cruz said you wanted to see me when I got back. The preliminary autopsy isn’t back yet, so I thought I’d go over to the medical examiner and wait—”

Mac rose to his feet. “Hold off on that right now. Come in, close the door. There’s something we have to talk about.”

Lucky frowned, but obeyed, pushing the door shut. “Uh, crime scene didn’t find anything visible under the fingernails but that makes sense with the injury. Without manual strangulation, there’s less opportunity.”

Mac grimaced. “That’s…unfortunate. Hopefully they’ll find something that isn’t visible to the eye. But that makes what I have to say all the more necessary.”

“What’s going on? Did something happen?”

“On Halloween. Before we got the call for the hospital,” Mac began, “did Sam come in to make a complaint?”

Lucky grimaced, but the pit in his stomach released. He’d thought whatever was happening was more serious. “Oh. Yeah. She had some bullshit story about Jason threatening to kill her and assaulting her in front of Elizabeth and the kids. She didn’t have a mark on her, and she’d been bugging me for months to go after them. She wanted me to go harder in the custody and divorce, and was pretty pissed when I didn’t.” He shrugged. “I asked her to stay, to take a formal statement, but that I wasn’t going to arrest Jason until I could get the tapes from the diner. She made a scene and stormed out, and then the call came in. So I didn’t think about it again.”

“And was that the only time Sam asked about her case?” Mac asked.

Lucky exhaled slowly. “She came by my place a few days ago, I think. Acting like she was there to say how sorry she was, but then asked about her case. I was pretty pissed at her — I closed the door. Wait—”

“Apparently, Sam came by after you threw her out—her words, not mine,” Mac added when Lucky opened his mouth, “and she filed a complaint. Against you. And the officer on duty took her official statement. But the tapes from Kelly’s are gone, so there’s nothing he could do with her statement. And the complaint against you fell through the cracks.”

“Mac—”

“I think we can both agree privately that this is bullshit,” Mac said. “I don’t think for one second Sam was in any danger from Jason or that he threatened her in front of the boys. You handled it exactly as you should have—but I wish like hell you’d filed even a basic report to cover your own ass.”

“I would have, but—”

“I thought giving the case to Robert, taking you off as primary would cover us.” Mac sat down, exhaustion in the lines of his face. “But now it looks like a cover up. Sam doesn’t fit the profile. And you’re on record right now stating she had a grudge against Jason. She tried to testify against him in the murder trial, tried to torpedo his custody case, and was now trying to have him arrested. It gives him motive.”

“The hell it does—” Lucky scowled. “Damn it, Mac, don’t make me defend the man, but why the hell would I cover up for the guy my wife left me for? Who’s going to raise my kids? What bullshit is this? I did everything right, and you’re going to let Sam screw me over from the grave? You’re going to let her lies put suspicion on a guy who lost his sister? Who the hell actually thinks he would have killed Sam that way with Elizabeth steps away—”

Mac looked pained. “The argument would be made that Elizabeth is romantically involved with him. That Robin once was—”

“And so they’d overlook cold-blooded murder?” The heat crawled up his neck, his cheeks were flushed as the fury set in. “Who is going to make that argument? The press? Floyd? Is that what this is about? This is bullshit, Mac—”

“I’m not worried that Jason will be seriously under suspicion. But I have to—” Mac hesitated. “I have to take you off the case, Lucky. You—you need to call your union rep—”

The fury disappeared in a blink. “What?”

“We need to do an investigation—”

“You’re—” He swallowed. “Mac, you can’t do this.”

“You need to go home. You’re suspended without pay. I’m sorry—”

“You’re suspending me.” His job. The one thing he had left. They were taking his job. “Mac.”

“I’m sorry. I need—I need your badge. And your gun.”

Numbly, Lucky reached down to his side, removed the gun from the holster, set it on the desk, then into his pocket where he kept the badge. He looked at it for a long moment, then set it by the desk. “This is a mistake. And you’re wasting resources. Elizabeth and Robin were steps away from being the next victims. He didn’t get the kill he wanted. He’ll be looking for new victims.”

“We’ll handle it, Lucky.”

No, they wouldn’t, Lucky thought, as he left the office, quietly closing the door and standing in the hallway for a long moment. They’d worry more about the optics. About the appearance of a cover-up. And there’d be one or two cops who saw a chance to nail Jason Morgan, a man they already thought was a killer.

But they didn’t care what he thought. He was a screw-up. He had left Sam unprotected and now she was dead.

His family was gone. His career was dead.

And the killer was still out there.

Morgan Penthouse: Living Room

Jason frowned, felt Elizabeth tense beside him. “I’m sorry, can you repeat that?”

“We need an alibi for you tonight,” David Harper repeated, slowing it down as if Jason was an idiot. “And for September 14 and October 31.”

“Why?” Elizabeth demanded, but he looked at her, and she closed her mouth, the color in her cheeks rising. He’d worry about the answer to her question later. He needed to know how serious this was.

“I’m not answering any questions until my lawyer is present,” Jason said simply. “So if that’s all you came to ask you, you can go. And don’t come back without a warrant.”

“If you have nothing to hide—”

“I’m calling Diane,” Elizabeth cut in sharply, and went to the sofa where they’d left the cordless phone.

“It would clear this up—”

Jason walked past the cop, reached for the door to pull it open. “Ask someone downtime. They have Diane’s number. Get out.”

Harper pressed his lips together, moved towards the doorway, standing at the threshold. “You’re not doing yourself any favors—”

“Thirty seconds, or Diane’s going to add violation of civil rights to our complaint,” Elizabeth called, the phone against her ear. “Yeah, Diane? We need you at Jason’s. Okay. Thanks.”

“Why don’t I just wait for her—” Harper began, but Jason started to close the door, and he stepped back to avoid being hit with it. Jason flipped the locks, and now that questions started to crowd his mind.

“Why are they asking for your alibi? How can they think you actually had anything to do with Sam? Lucky and Robert both thought Sam wasn’t the target—” Elizabeth broke off as he turned to look at her. “This is insane. It’s insane. They can’t really think—”

“I don’t know what they think,” he said finally. Sam must have talked to someone about the threats he’d made against her. He wasn’t seriously worried that he was in trouble. It would have been Sam’s word against his—

And he had an alibi for tonight. Not a strong one, he admitted to himself. Spinelli wasn’t particular credible — members of the family never were. And they’d just argue Jason could have slipped out of the Towers without being caught on security footage. He knew he could — he’d done it before.

But they were asking about Georgie. About Emily. His chest tightened. Did they really think…

“Jason?”

He cleared his throat, looked back at Elizabeth’s pinched, worried expression. “It’s fine. Diane will handle it. I have an alibi.”

“I know—”

“For all three nights. I was with you the first two, and Spinelli last night. They—” He took a deep breath. “You called me. There will be a record of that on your cell phone records. It’ll corroborate Spinelli’s story. The guards saw me leave. It’s not—” As he said it out loud, he felt better. “I couldn’t have made it back in time to leave again.” He’d forgotten that.

“But now they’re wasting time looking at you—” Her scowl deepened. “It’s bullshit. They just don’t want to admit they don’t have any damn leads. Two months. Almost three. Five women—” Elizabeth closed her eyes, dipped her head down. “Does it ever just stop?” she asked softly. “Are they ever going to find this guy?”

Thirty minutes ago, before Harper and his questions, Jason had felt more confident. But now?

“I don’t know,” he said finally. He drew her towards him, needing to hold her, to remind himself that she was all right. Safe. Home with him. And to remember that his life had kept her that way this time. Rather than bringing danger to her doorstep, she was alive because of him. He kissed the top of her forehead. “Diane will handle it. It’ll be okay.”

“I wish I could believe that.”

So did he, but he said nothing, and just held her tighter.

Lake House: Front Deck

Sonny peered through the glass front door, saw Alexis curled up on the sofa, and tried the knob. It twisted easily in his hand.

He stepped inside, and she looked at him, her eyes dry but devastated. “You ever heard of knocking?”

“Overrated.” He closed the door, then sat beside her. “The girls?”

“Ric came and picked them up. He offered to stay, but—” She touched the fringe on a throw a pillow. “I wanted to be alone. I don’t know how to tell them. They’re so young. Will they even understand?” She met his eyes again. “And how could they? I certainly don’t.”

“I’m sorry,” he told her gently. “I know you loved her.”

“It hasn’t hit yet,” she murmured. “I saw Mac standing out there. Looking at me. And I knew it was bad. I thought maybe it was Nikolas. In his grief — but I never thought—” She closed her eyes. “I only just found her, Sonny. We were just beginning to know each other. To love each other.”

He reached for her hand, squeezed it. “There are no words, Alexis. Not a single one. Nothing makes this better.”

Her breath was shaky as she exhaled. “No. There isn’t.”

“Come here.” She reluctantly leaned against him, stiff at first, then relaxed against his shoulder. He held her, hoping that Sam would be the last of the victims. That another mother, another family, would never have to grieve.

PCPD: Squad Room

“You’re bloody insane, you know that?” Robert demanded, throwing his hands up. “You suspended my best cop?”

“Your best cop?” Mac all but leapt to his feet. “Where do you get off—”

“My case, little brother, yeah, so my cop. And yours! I never would have given in so damn easily—”

“You never had to live in Port Charles under the shadow of Sonny Corinthos and Jason Morgan,” Mac bit out. He paced the length of the office. “You always got your guy! But my guys, my cops have watched year after year as Sonny and Jason get away with every little damn thing—Jason Morgan was just acquitted of murder three months ago—and my department took the heat for another botched investigation—”

“None of that has anything to do with my case! I’m trying to find a murderer!” Robert shot back. “And the cop you just sent home knows more about the case than anyone else. He’s the one who worked his ass off to eliminate suspects to get me a shortlist—”

“Yeah, well, where’s my killer, huh? If you’ve got that shortlist—”

“He gave it to me today, you dumb son of a—” Robert broke off abruptly at the knock on the door.

Mac sent him a fulminating glare, then yanked the door open, almost grateful to see Harper. “You’re back already?”

“We’ve got a problem.” Harper scowled, shook his head. “I think we were too quick to cross Morgan off the list—he refused to give me an alibi, so that’s an issue—”

“Damn it.” Mac grimaced. “I didn’t—he’s been cooperating so far—”

“Because he’s been a witness until now,” Robert said flatly. “You went to this man tonight? You’re dumber than I thought. He lost his sister three weeks ago and tonight, his fiancee was steps away from being the next woman on the slab. His ex-fiancee was killed instead—”

“Another woman connected to Morgan—”

“Oh, shut up,” Robert retorted, dismissing Harper’s protest. “If you actually think this guy killed his own sister, we’ve got bigger problems—”

“I don’t—” Harper took a deep breath. “I don’t think he’s our killer in the other four. But I damn well know he’s a murderer many times over, so why the hell would I dismiss him on this?”

“I don’t remember asking you about my case. And you won’t be interviewing any more of my witnesses, you cretin.” Robert gestured towards the door. “Out. Now.”

“It’s going to leak, Mac, that Sam isn’t part of this—”

“I’m going to commit violence in another minute,” Robert said, taking a step towards Harper. “You’ve mucked up my case, and just torched any chance I had of talking to my witness again. You think after you accuse him of murder, Morgan’s lawyer is going to let Elizabeth anywhere near us?”

Harper snorted. “Okay. Yeah. Clearly, you’re new around here. Morgan—”

“Out, Harper. I’ll take it from here,” Mac said. “Go.”

He closed the door behind the detective. Took a deep breath. “I didn’t—he asked to snip off the thread, Robert. He made it seem like he didn’t think it was Jason. Like he just wanted to cross off the possibility for a possible defense—”

“You asked me to oversee this case, Mac.” Robert’s tone was quieter, but no less annoyed. “But within a matter an hour, you’ve made it harder for me to do that. Spencer made a mistake, but not a fatal one. And maybe Morgan needed to be asked the question to clear it up, but you could have told me. I could have seen it done. Hell, Spencer has a better relationship with the man. You better hope I can clean this up.”

“You have no right—”

“I have every right,” Robert spat. “Because if you’d asked me for my alibi after I learned that Robin nearly died to night at that madman’s hands, you’d have to peel me off the ceiling. Go home, Mac. You’re too close, and I’m not going to let you make another mistake when we’re closer than ever to nailing this son of a bitch.

Spencer Home: Living Room

Lucky tossed his keys towards the desk, but they slid off, clinking against the floor. He stared at the silver glinting in the moonlight shimmering through the curtains. He hadn’t switched on any lights. He didn’t want any.

He should just go to bed. Just take a shower, go to sleep, and clear his head. He’d barely slept in weeks. Months, really. Not since that phone call.

He climbed the stairs, his head aching. He knew he hadn’t replaced the empty bottle of aspirin in his medicine cabinet, but maybe —

Lucky passed by the closed bedroom he’d shared with Elizabeth, past the empty rooms where Cameron and Jake had slept, passed Lulu’s empty bedroom, and went to the ensuite his grandmother had used before moving away. Lesley had always kept a few bottles of aspirin on hand, from the headache of dealing with Lulu.

He flipped on the bathroom light, and opened the cabinet, reaching for the familiar colors of Tylenol—

Then paused on the little orange-brown bottle. He picked it up, hearing the pills inside click against each other. Hydrocodone. Not oxy, but not that different. Lesley must have left this behind.

They were old. Probably not even that potent.

That old craving slid through him, and he tightened his fingers. Elizabeth was gone. He’d destroyed her, hadn’t he? He’d heard her on the witness stand, sobbing as she spoke of her exhaustion and fears. He’d broken Cameron — the little boy’s cries would haunt him — and Jake, he was gone, too.

His parents, the idyllic childhood, the certainty Lucky had had as a teenager, the surety of who Luke and Laura had been — that had been gone for years. And it had been a lie. And if his parents were a lie, then what was he? Was anything he remembered about those years real?

Emily, his best friend. His one touchstone. The first person he’d met his own age who liked him and knew him. His brother. Nikolas thought he was useless. That pills were all he was good for. And Lulu, she only felt sorry for him.

The job. The one piece of his life that he’d felt good about, that he knew he could do, that he could hold on to—well, that was gone, too.

It would all go away. It would disappear and he could close his eyes and just drift. Nothing would hurt. He wouldn’t feel anymore.

He didn’t want to feel anything.

He wanted to feel nothing.

It was where he lived, after all.

+30

Written in 61 minutes.

Elm Street

Elizabeth could see Jason and Patrick just behind the barricades — Patrick was, predictably, pacing back forth, stopping occasionally to say something probably rude to the officer and rake his hands through his hair. Jason’s hands were resting on top of the barricade, but he was otherwise still.

“I’m so glad you’re here.” Elizabeth slid her arms around Jason’s waist and he pulled in her tight, dropping his head down to the curve of her neck. “It’s so awful.”

“They wouldn’t tell us anything.” Jason raised his head, smoothed her hair back from her face, leaving his hands cupping her cheek. “What’s going on? What happened?”

“They didn’t tell you?” Elizabeth said, dread swirling in her stomach. And she hadn’t said anything either on the phone. She’d been too upset, too stunned — she’d only told him they’d found a body —

“It was Sam,” she said softly, and his eyes widened. “Sam was—he killed Sam.”

His body tensed, and he exhaled slowly. “Sam,” he repeated.

She pressed her hand against his heart, prepared for whatever grief would sweep through him. For all Sam’s crimes and manipulations, she’d been someone Jason loved. Had planned to share a life.

He cleared his throat. “Wait. It was only Sam?” he frowned, looked over at Robin who was carefully explaining to Patrick that she did not need to go to the hospital, that she was completely fine — and also fielding the same argument with her father. Jason looked back at Elizabeth. “That—that’s not like the others. It’s not the same—”

“I—” Elizabeth grimaced, dipped her head. “It was only her, but they still think—can we go home? I really just want—I want to go home.”

“Yeah, okay.” He kissed her forehead, looked over at the guard. “You can follow us back, right?”

“Sure thing.”

“Call me,” Elizabeth told Robin.

“Yeah, no problem, you’ll probably find me in the ICU,” the other woman muttered darkly. “Dad, I’m fine. I just want to go home—”

“We can ask Kelly to come over,” Patrick was suggesting as Jason led Elizabeth towards the SUV he’d parked at the curb.

“He’s going to drive her insane over the next seven months,” Elizabeth said, looking at the pair fondly, grateful for the small distraction. She climbed into the car and wondered how exactly Jason—or Patrick—was going to handle the news that she and Robin had been mere minutes and one guard away from being the next victims.

Lake House: Living Room

Mac stepped up to the deck that sat just outside the house, staring inside at the sofa where he could see Alexis sitting with one of her daughters, the youngest he thought.

Christ, how many notification would there have to be on this case? He’d had to tell too many people about Georgie. He’d called Chelsea’s family. The call to London. The Quartermaines.

And now he’d have to tell Alexis the daughter she’d found a year ago was dead. Murdered just like all the other girls — and worse, would she have to learn that Sam hadn’t even been a target? That the killer had only ended her life because Sam was in his way?

Mac knocked lightly on the door, and Alexis turned. She could see him through the glass door. Her smile faded and she rose. She said something to Molly, and the little girl frowned, but went out of the room.

Alexis came towards him slowly, her eyes on his. She slid back the bolt on the lock, then opened the door. “Mac. It’s a little late for a social call.” The words were light, and there was some attempt in the tone, but he could see it in her eyes. She already knew. Somewhere deep down.

“Alexis. Tonight at Kelly’s, in the parking lot, Sam was—they found Sam’s body. She’s…” Mac took another breath. “She’s gone. I’m sorry.”

Alexis raised her hand, fisted it. “How? An accident? Or—”

“It was a homicide. That’s all I can tell you right now.”

“Homicide.” She touched the door frame. Closed her eyes. “Murdered. Was it—is it related to the others?”

“We think maybe. But we don’t know for sure yet.”

“Okay. Okay.” Her hand shaking, Alexis pressed it to her mouth. “Okay. Um. Okay.” She squeezed her eyes shut. “Okay.”

“Can I call someone?” Mac wanted to know. “Can I—”

“No, I’ll—I can do that. Thank you. Do you need anything from me? Do you need—”

“No, not at this time. I’ll let you know. Alexis, I’m sorry.”

“Yes. Thank you.” She closed the door and he stepped away.

Alexis stared into the living room, not seeing the furniture. The floor. Nothing. Molly was only a few steps away, down the hall in her bedroom. Kristina was with her father. Oh, God, how did she tell her girls?

She walked over to the phone on the table next to the sofa, picked it up. “Ric? I need—I need you. Can you—thank you.” Quietly, she hung up the phone and looked at the mantel. At the photograph of her girls at Christmas. The first Christmas she’d ever had all of her daughters together.

And now it would be the only one.

PCPD: Commissioner’s Office

Mac had no sooner sat at his desk to look over the initial reports than there was a knock at his door. “Harper? Did you turn anything up in the canvas?”

“I gave that to Rodriguez. Uh, we might have a small problem on our hands.” Harper folded his arms. “Sam McCall came in on Halloween to make a police report. Apparently, she was accusing Jason Morgan of grabbing her arm, dragging her into an alley, and threatening her life.”

Mac shook his head. “This isn’t him—”

“The murder doesn’t fit the pattern—”

“Sam wasn’t the target, Harper. She was just in the way. So unless you think Jason Morgan is our killer and was planning to murder his fiancée tonight along with my niece, then I don’t know what we’re doing here—”

“Okay, look—” Harper sat down, and Mac scowled. “Look, I get why you don’t think it’s him—”

“I don’t think, I know. This isn’t him, and I’m not wasting police resources—”

“That report I mentioned? It was never filed. The detective on duty ignored it. And apparently ignored a few follow-up requests. She came in a few days ago and finally talked to someone else. You think that’s not going to leak? She made a scene on Halloween when the cop didn’t do anything. More than a few uniforms probably know about it.”

Mac sighed, then hesitated. “Halloween?” he echoed.

“Yeah, Halloween. Lucky Spencer took that report. And ignored the follow-up. Now you and I both know he probably just forgot about it after the murders came in. And Sam McCall probably wasn’t much of a witnesses, but now we can’t confirm the story without video.”

“Christ.” And if it did get out to the press — that’d be the last thing he needed.

“You should have taken Spencer off this case that night, Mac, and you know it. Emily was the next thing to family to him. And it involved him questioning his ex-wife and her boyfriend — after he’d lost custody of his kids to her.”

“Damn it—”

“Now it’s going to look like you let him stay on it and screwed it up. Sam doesn’t fit the profile. That’s going to leak. You know it is. Maybe you’re right. Maybe there’s a reason she’s not like the others. But you’re on thin ice, Mac, overseeing a case with your own relationship to Georgie.”

“Watch it—”

“Let me handle it, okay? I can snip this thread off quietly. Morgan’s got kids now. Word on the street is he’s been laying low since the truth about the baby got out. Spending time at home. He probably has solid alibis for all three murders. I get those on record, you take Spencer off the case, and there’s no blow back.”

Mac grimaced. “I’ll talk to Lucky when he gets in. But you keep it quiet. This isn’t Morgan, and I’m not having this department opened up to harassment. The man lost his sister, damn it.”

“Yeah, and now an ex-fiancée who was bitter and causing issues is dead now. There’s a lot of people in this city that already think he got away with murder this summer, Mac. I’ll take care of it, but you better get Spencer off this case. Otherwise, if we catch this guy, and there’s no DNA on Sam McCall, we don’t nail him for her murder. I’d like to see you explain that to Alexis Davis.”

Morgan Penthouse: Living Room

Elizabeth stepped down from the last stair, her hand resting on the banister. “The boys are both down. And Spinelli’s trying to finish his paper in his room.”  She folded her arms. “I guess we should talk about what happened.”

“Yeah.” But Jason remained across the room at the window. “I was thinking of calling Alexis, but I doubt she’d want to hear from me.”

“She might. It’s okay, you know,” she added, and he met her eyes. “To be sad. To miss her, I guess. Or grieve.”

“I don’t…” Jason shook his head. “I don’t really know what I’m feeling,” he admitted. “For a long time, I loved her. But after these last few months, I think I was just a mark to her. Someone else to con.” He looked back out over the harbor. “And I was an easy one. I didn’t really have much else. Courtney divorced me — couldn’t handle the job. Sonny and Carly were imploding again. And Sam needed me. And there was the baby.” He cleared his throat. “I don’t know. But that woman—the one I asked to marry me — I couldn’t see her anymore. She was gone, and there was just this bitterness. This anger. Resentment. Hatred,” he murmured. “And I wonder now if she ever loved me at all. If it was all just a lie.”

“You don’t have to have the answers tonight.” She slid her arms around his waist, rested her head against his chest. He kissed the top of her head, stroked her back. “But I’m sorry for Alexis. For her sisters. I know they loved her.”

“What did the cops say at the diner? Do they think it was connected to the other murders?” Jason said finally. “This was different, wasn’t it?”

“That’s the other part…” Elizabeth bit her lip, stepped back. “Robin and I ran into each other inside, and we were going to walk out together. With Frankie, right? And Sam came in. We had…well, you know, we weren’t kind to each other. Then Sam left, and Robin and I hung back for a minute. I wanted to be sure she was gone.”

Jason’s hands had still been stroking her back, but now they stilled. “How long was she gone before you went out?”

“Minutes. There was another customer. He left as Sam came in. I don’t know what he looked like. Robin didn’t know either. But he could have overheard us talking about leaving.” Her voice trembled. “Her body was still warm when we found her, Jason. And we heard him run away.”

“You…” He swallowed hard. “You heard him run away.”

“Yes. We passed under a light, and he saw Frankie. He ran away. He said something — it sounded angry, but we never saw anyone. And then Robin stumbled, and Sam was there—that’s when Frankie made us go back inside.”

“The—he was right there,” Jason said. “The man who killed Emily. And Georgie, and—”

“Yes. Lucky said—” Elizabeth closed her eyes. “Lucky thinks the guy was waiting in the parking lot, and just grabbed the first woman. When he realized it was Sam, he…”

“Killed her quickly and sat back to wait.”

“Y-yes.” She cleared her throat. “But we weren’t alone. I don’t—I don’t think he was ready to deal with that.”

Jason pulled her tight against him, his hand in her hair. “He was waiting for you. For you and Robin.”

“If you hadn’t given me the guard—If I hadn’t gone to Kelly’s tonight, oh, God, what if it had been Robin? Maybe she would have gone out with Sam. Maybe—”

“It could have been you.” Something rolled through his body, and he had to take another deep breath. “It almost was.”

“It’s so—God, it’s so terrible to be relieved that it was Sam, and not me. That she was so bitter and hateful that Robin and I chased her out — instead of us leaving first —” She felt his lips against her forehead.  “I always felt safe at Kelly’s. Always. But this man — this evil bastard who already stole Emily from us — he was just waiting. Do you think that’s what he does? He just waits in public places?”

“I don’t know. I don’t know.” He kissed her again, lingering.

The phone rang across the room, and Elizabeth jolted, startled by the sound. Jason took another breath, cleared his throat, and left her at the window to take the call. “Wally? Hey. Yeah, um. That’s fine. Send them up.”

He set the phone down, dragged a hand down his face as she joined him at the desk. “It’s a guy from the PCPD. Probably some follow-up questions.”

“Maybe they want to see if we can remember what the guy who left looked like. I can’t believe—” Elizabeth bit her lip hard, until she tasted blood. “Now I’m going to wonder if every strange man I see is just waiting to find me alone. It’s terrible. It’s just like going back to the rape. That’s what it was like—”

“Hey.” Jason cupped her elbows, drew close. “Hey. There a security tapes, okay? They’ll find this guy on them, and they’ll catch him. And you don’t have to go out until they do. And if you do—”

“I just hate all of this—” She broke off at the knock on the door. “And now the PCPD is here to ask me questions I don’t know the answer to.”

“They’ll have to accept that, okay? Let’s just get this over with.” Jason opened the door, frowning when he didn’t recognize the man on the other side.

“Detective Harper,” Elizabeth said, a bit surprised. “I didn’t know you were working this case.”

“We need all the warm bodies we can get,” Harper said, stepping in. “I, uh, had a few questions.”

“Yeah, I figured. Um, Jason, this is David Harper. Detective, I mean. We met earlier this year, I think.”

“Yeah, at the wedding.” Harper was looking down at the notepad he’d pulled from his pocket and didn’t see Elizabeth flinch. “My questions are actually for you, Mr. Morgan.”

“Me?” Jason echoed. “Why?”

“Because Sam McCall filed a report of assault and named you as the assailant.” Harper lifted his brows. “She said you threatened to kill her. So I need your alibi for night. And if you could tell me where you were on October 31 and September 14, that’d be great.”

+31

Written in 58 minutes.

Kelly’s: Dining Room

“She’s probably gone by now, don’t you think?” Elizabeth asked. She picked up her order, and made eye contact with Frankie, the guard that had followed her to the diner that night. “Come on.”

“I used to hate all the guards,” Robin said as Frankie held open the door for both of them. “But after the last few weeks—”

“Yeah, I know what you mean.” Elizabeth smiled faintly at the guard. “Not that I don’t appreciate it—”

“Wouldn’t like being followed either,” the guard said with a shrug. “But orders are orders.”

They walked the short distance to the parking lot, Frankie walking beside them, stopping at the first row of cars. “Where are you—” Elizabeth began, but then Robin stumbled. The guard caught her. “Whoa, are you okay?”

“I—”

Then there was a crash, an angry swear, and footsteps running away—fast, as if they were being chased. Elizabeth whirled to see where the sound was coming from as Frankie pulled his gun, holding it low, scanning the parking lot.

“Oh my God!” Robin cried. She fell to her knees. “Oh my God, call 911!”

Elizabeth turned back and lost her breath. Robin was kneeling next to a woman—

Sam.

“Is she—” Elizabeth had her phone in her hand as she rushed to Robin’s side, kneeing down, but even before she’d finished the sentence, she saw the open, glassy-eyed stare, the way Sam’s head limply rolled to the side. “Oh God.”

Robin pressed two fingers to Sam’s neck. “She’s dead.”

“Both of you—” Frankie barked, roughly taking Elizabeth’s arm, tugging her to her feet. “Back inside, now. Now!”

Elizabeth didn’t bother to argue — and neither did Robin. Sam had been dead only a matter of minutes, maybe less. And the footsteps?

Her killer making his escape. And if not for the guard at their side—

Morgan Penthouse: Living Room

“Why do they always have to ask about symbolism?” Spinelli muttered, flipping rapidly through the book. “Who cares what the whale means? It’s a whale.”

“What’s simbism?” Cameron wanted to know, climbing onto the sofa next to Spinelli, peering over his shoulder at the laptop on the coffee table and the book in his hand. “And is it like Free Willy? He jumped real high.”

“Symbolism. When something means something else. Maybe there’s no symbolism. Maybe the author wanted to make a buck. The Jackal is most perplexed.” He glanced over at Jason at the desk, scribbling something with numbers. “Is Stone Cold positive the Jackal shouldn’t search for this answer?”

“How hard did you try to answer it on your own?” Jason asked absently.

Spinelli grumbled. Felt like Jason was a lot more like a father now that the little ones had moved in. Maybe he was practicing for teenagers on his own. He missed the guy who barely noticed him.

“So Willy means something else?” Cameron furrowed his brow. “I don’t get it.”

“You and me both, Little Dude.” He pinched his brows. “There’s this captain guy and all he wants to do is get this whale, right? Ahab wants to hurt Willy.”

“That’s not okay. Willy’s good.”

“Yeah, the Jackal doesn’t get it either. But I’m supposed to know what the symbolism of it is, and I don’t get it. Like the guy is just obsessed with the whale. Why does it have to be more complicated.”  He slid another glance at Jason. Would he even know if Spinelli did a quick search—

“You need to think about it for at least ten more minutes,” Jason said, and Spinelli scowled.

“I help,” Cameron said. “I fight sometimes. With Jake. He steals the rabbit. I steal him back. Then he steals it again. And I think hard to get it back. Does that count?”

Spinelli frowned. “You know what—a little, yeah. Thanks.” Cameron beamed.

The cell phone at Jason’s side rang, and Jason picked it up. “Hey—what? Where are—”

Spinelli watched with wide eyes as Jason shoved the chair back and was already halfway to the closet to yank out his leather jacket. “I’ll be right there. Okay? I’ll be right there.”

He clicked off the phone, his eyes a bit weird. “Spinelli—”

“I got the munchkins, no worries. Go where you need to go.”

“Thanks.”

Jason left, not even stopping to say goodbye to Cameron or to Jake in the playpen across the room. Most strange, and a bit worrying with Fair Elizabeth not at home. Spinelli closed his computer, put away the book. “Little Dude, why don’t we play a video game?”

Elm Street

Jason jerked the SUV to stop, pulling over to the curb, his blood bumping when realized the parking lot was cordoned off. Another car squealed to a stop behind him.

Jason slid out of the driver’s side, and frowned when he recognized Patrick Drake. “What are you—”

“What—” Patrick swallowed hard. “Robin called me. Is Elizabeth okay?”

“Yeah. She called—” Some of the tension released. Patrick wasn’t here for another reason. “Elizabeth said she’d found a body in the parking lot. I didn’t wait for details.”

“Me either.”

They both stepped onto the sidewalk, heading towards the barricades. “Damn it, I knew I should have dragged Robin to Vegas,” Patrick bit out. “They’re never going to let us back there—”

“You can’t go any further.” As if on cue, a uniform held up a hand. “Diner is closed—”

“My fiancee is in the diner,” Jason said, trying to not to be irritated. The cop was just doing his job. “She called me—”

“Mine, too,” Patrick interrupted. “Okay? And mine is pregnant, and I’m a doctor, so I need to make sure she’s okay. Robin Scorpio. Find the commissioner. He’ll tell you I can—”

“No one goes through,” the officer said blandly. “I don’t care if you’re dating the president’s daughter. I got my orders.”

“This is bullshit,” Patrick said, and Jason thought the doctor might take a swing. He took him by the arm, tugged him back. “Hey—”

“They’re inside the diner with the cops. And Elizabeth has a guard. He won’t let either of them out of his sight until I’m there.” And just saying that out loud, reminding himself that he’d spoken with Elizabeth. That Robin had been the one to call Patrick—

“You’re telling me to listen to the cops, to sit back and wait? Didn’t you break into the hotel last year because they sucked at their jobs?” Patrick demanded.

“Yeah, and the place still exploded, and I ended up getting Elizabeth trapped in an elevator, so not exactly my best effort,” Jason retorted. “Getting arrested isn’t going to make any of this easier, so knock it off—”

“You know what—” Patrick took a deep breath, exhaled in a rush. “Okay. Okay. I know you’re right. I just—” He closed his eyes, dragged his hands through his hair again. “Second time. Second time Robin’s been this close to a murder. That night—God, that night, she switched places with Leyla. Could have been her. It’s making me a little nuts.”

“Yeah, okay. I get that.” Jason couldn’t blame the guy. Even as he’d reminded himself Elizabeth was safe with a guard — it didn’t help as much as he wanted it to. He wouldn’t feel right until he saw her. “They’ll let us back there as soon as they’re done with the statements.”

Kelly’s: Parking Lot

Lucky swallowed hard as Sam’s body was tucked away, zipped inside the body bag. “This doesn’t make sense.”

“It doesn’t fit the profile all the way no,” Robert said. “Solo victim. No signs of ligature—looks like a broken neck. Like he just—” He made a gesture with his hands, and Lucky’s stomach swirled.

“I’m gonna go inside, take Robin and Elizabeth’s statements,” Lucky said. “Sam wasn’t dead long—”

“Yeah, I’ll go with you.”

On their way in, in the courtyard, a uniform stopped Robert. “Uh, we got two angry guys at the barricades. Claiming their fiancees are inside—”

Lucky exhaled slowly. “That would be Jason—”

“And Patrick. Which answers a lingering question I’ve had,” Robert quipped, though the tension in his face conflicted with the humor in his tone. To the uniform he said, “Hold them off. As soon as we’re done with our wits, we’ll release them. I don’t want anyone else on the scene.”

Inside the diner, most of the patrons had already been questioned and released. Elizabeth and Robin sat at the table, along with a taller man Lucky didn’t recognize. A different uniform was holding them.

“Dad.” Robin leapt to her feet and nearly jumped into her father’s arm. Robert hugged her tightly, kissing the side of her head. “Oh, God, it’s so awful.”

Lucky turned his attention to Elizabeth, pale and shaken. He pulled over a chair. “Hey. How you holding up?”

“Not having a great night, but I’m—” She picked at her fingernail. “But you have questions, so—”

Robin returned to the table, and to her seat. She reached for Elizabeth’s hand, squeezed it. “Yeah, I want to get this over with. I called Patrick—”

“Yeah, he’s at the barricades along with Morgan. So as soon as you’re done,” Robert said, remaining standing, “we’ll get you on your way. Did either of you see Sam before you found her in the parking lot?”

“Yeah, um—” Elizabeth scratched her eyebrow, exchanged a troubled look with Robin. “She came in. And we definitely, um, well, it wasn’t friendly.” She glanced at Lucky then dropped her hands into her lap.

“Still a little bitter after her breakup with Jason?” Lucky said, wishing like hell he’d made Mac do this. What kind of universe kept forcing him to deal with Elizabeth during this investigation? First Georgie, then Emily, now— “And probably not happy that he moved on.”

“Yeah, she was…unhappy. But Robin and I sort of…God, this sounds terrible now,” she muttered.

“We weren’t friendly right back,” Robin admitted. “She took a shot at me, about not having kids because of my HIV, and I might have called her the barren one—which, now, of course, sounds even worse. But—”

“But she left. She didn’t get the reaction she wanted, I think, so she left,” Elizabeth said. “Robin and I were already on our way out, but I wanted to wait. I didn’t want to deal with her again in the parking lot.”

If they’d left right after her—oh, man.

“When we went to the parking lot, I, um tripped over her leg,” Robin said. Her voice trembled for a minute. “And then we heard sounds—footsteps—”

“There was something that fell. I don’t know. Something metallic crashed, and I thought I heard a voice,” Elizabeth added. “But then running. I told Frankie—” She looked at the man with them. “He’s…Jason wanted someone with me after Emily…”

Lucky straightened, the horror of what might have happened. Sam’s killer had still be in the parking lot. And he’d only left because Robin and Elizabeth hadn’t been alone. “He was waiting for two women to leave a public place,” he said. He looked at Robert, saw it sink into him. “Do you think he was inside?”

“Someone left when Sam came in,” Robin remembered. “Oh my God. Oh my God—” Her hands shook. “Oh my God.”

“Sam left first,” Elizabeth said. “Oh God.”

“We’ll get security tapes.” Robert looked at the guard. “Do you have anything to add?”

“No,” the guard—Frankie, Elizabeth had called him—said. “As soon as I realized what was going on, I got them back inside, and called 911. But Miss Webber is right. Definitely someone swearing and running away. I kept close to both of them, just like I’m supposed to. He would have seen me as soon as they got into the parking lot. We passed under a light.”

“But we weren’t together inside,” Elizabeth said to her guard. “You sat by the door.”

“So he didn’t know Elizabeth had a guard.” Lucky nodded. “Okay. Okay. I don’t have anything else for you right now. I’m going to check in with Mac.”

“I’ll stay here,” Robert said. “Walk them out to the barricades.” He squeezed Robin’s hand. “Not ready to let my little girl out of my sight.”

“You and me both,” Robin said with a sigh.

Lucky left them in the diner, went back out to Mac who was overseeing the crime scene unit. “They heard him running away,” he said immediately. Mac looked at him, frowned. “Elizabeth and Robin were going to walk out together, but Sam showed up first. There were words exchanged, and Sam left first. Robin said someone left just as Sam came in.”

“You mean—” Mac scrubbed a hand down his face. “Oh, damn.”

“Our guy saw a woman in the parking lot, grabbed her, hit her in the head—and when he realized she was alone and wasn’t the right target, he eliminated her and waited for the ones he wanted. But they had a guard with them and he wasn’t ready for that.”

“Holy hell.” Mac had to take a deep breath, lean over. “You telling me my niece is alive because she happened to run into Elizabeth and a guard hired by the mob?”

“Yeah. Yeah.” And what if Elizabeth hadn’t left him? What if she hadn’t moved in with Jason? Would she and Robin have been alone in this parking lot? What if it had been Elizabeth’s body Lucky stood over—three weeks after losing Emily— “We’re pulling security tapes.”

“Yeah. Maybe we’ll finally get a break. Get our eyes on this guy.” Mac rubbed his eyes. “I need to go. I have to make the notification.”

Across Town

A bookcase crashed to the ground, but it wasn’t enough. It didn’t release the frustration. Nothing was going right—nothing was the way he wanted it—

The table was flipped next, and then he heaved it into the wall, feeling nothing when the leg snapped off. His chest heaving, his heart racing — he slumped to the ground.

Failure. That’s all he was. All he’d ever be. He’d spent weeks planning the first set. His perfect girls. The college roommates. The perfect pair. He’d learned about their habits, found just the right way to make sure they’d be alone—

And then that sweet, lovely release when he’d slid the wire around the second girl, knowing that he’d found his perfect pair.

The second set, his second pair, had almost been perfect. He’d felt it rushing through him — but then he’d learned about his mistake. Not a pair. Not good enough.

Tonight, he’d meant to fix it. To create another perfect pair to complement. One doctor, one nurse.

Instead—he hissed, digging his fingers into the threads of his carpet. Instead it was even more wrong. It was another failure. All he’d ever do was fail, that’s what they’d always said, that’s what his father had always said, just another fail—

But he’d showed his father hadn’t he?

He crawled over to the desk, still standing, using it to haul himself to his feet and looked at the photos of his perfect girls. His Georgie Jones and Chelsea Rae, laying next to each other, preserved forever in this moment.

He just needed to think. To take a breath. He couldn’t rush it. That’s how tonight had happened. He’d rushed it. He hadn’t made sure of his quarry.

And that woman didn’t even count. No, she wouldn’t count. She was just a mess he’d needed to clean up. She didn’t deserve to be one of his girls. One of his perfect pairs.

No, he’d just have to find another way to fix it. To make Robin Scorpio finally pay for escaping her fate one too many times — it was her fault that Elizabeth Webber was going to die. It was Robin Scorpio’s fault for all of this, and he was going to make sure she paid for what she’d put him through.

He smoothed out the photo of Georgie and Chelsea. And then when Robin and Elizabeth were dead, he could take their photo, and then he’d have three perfect pairs. He’d be finished.

He would be more careful next time. Make sure that he was ready for a possible third victim. Just like the woman tonight. She’d taught him to be prepared for obstacles.

And next time, he’d be ready.

+32

Written in 65 minutes.

Patrick’s Condo: Living Room

“That’s the last one, I promise,” Robin said, watch Patrick grimace and drag the last suitcase in from the hallway. “I don’t even know why I packed everything — I won’t fit into it in a few months. And I could have helped—”

“No.” Patrick closed the door. “It would be just my luck that your dad and uncle would get here with the boxes and they’d see you lifting something. They’d never find my body.”

Robin furrowed her brow, but realized he was only half-joking. “I’m barely two months pregnant,” she protested, following him into the kitchen where he got a glass of water. “You have to let me do some things.”

Patrick leaned back against the counter. “Hey, if you really wanted to carry a suitcase, it’s not like I tackled you.” He smirked. “Admit it, you kind of like it when I force you to take a break.”

She pursed her lips, narrowed her eyes, then sighed. “Yeah, maybe a little. You’re the only one who does.”

“See? We understand each other.” He brushed a kiss against her forehead, his lips lingering. “Are you hungry? Or tired?”

“You’ve been reading the books again, haven’t you?”

“Week 9, fatigue and cravings set in.”

“Just a walking encyclopedia,” she grumbled but he wasn’t wrong. She opened the fridge and searched until she found the strawberries she’d stashed earlier. “Um, so about Thursday. I know I sort of told you that you had to go, but I know it’s not really your thing.”

“No, but I’ll remember this when I want you to go to a NASCAR race,” he quipped. “As long as your dad doesn’t pull out a shotgun, we’re good.”

Robin bit her lip. “Yeah, so about that. Dad didn’t really ask me anything when I told him, but if he brings it up—” She fumbled for a knife to slice the strawberries. “Um, we haven’t talked about it—”

“It’s an option that’s on the table if you want it.”

Her fingers stilled, and she looked over at him. “What?”

“But that’s not a proposal,” Patrick continued. “If you want us to be married before the baby’s born, that’s okay with me. But I know it’s not what you want. To be married because of the baby. And I know you’re still unsure about all of this, about me, so I’m not going to ask until you are.”

“Who are you and what did you do with Patrick Drake?” she asked suspiciously. “You couldn’t run fast enough when I started talking about kids—now you’re talking about marriage without having a panic attack—and you probably know more about what’s going on in my body than I do—”

“There was a moment,” Patrick said quietly, “that night when I thought you were the other victim.”

She closed her lips. “Patrick—”

“They said it was two women. And I knew you were going out that night. I knew you and Emily were together. I couldn’t wait for an elevator, and even the stairs wasn’t fast enough. I  was convinced that I would get to the lab and you’d be gone, and then someone would tell me  you were dead.”

He cleared his throat. “And then I saw you, and you were alive. After that, everything I was worried about—the future—it just seemed like it was stupid. I didn’t want to fall in love, but there you were and I did. And I didn’t know if I’d be a good husband or a father, and you deserved both, so I thought, I’ll let her go so she can be happy. Because that’s what I wanted.”

He hesitated. “But then that moment came, and I realized that I wanted you more. And if I could learn how to be in a relationship, I could figure out how to be a father. I know it feels like I changed my mind overnight, but I’d been trying to think through it since we broke up. Elizabeth can tell you I was already halfway there before I found out you were pregnant.”

“Why was that night different from the hotel?” Robin asked. “I almost died six months ago.”

“I don’t know. Maybe because I knew the whole time you were alive. You were hurt, and I couldn’t be there. But I didn’t know you weren’t laying dead in a parking garage until I saw you.” He sipped his water. “But like I said, I know this is happening fast for you. So until you’re sure, we’ll hold off. But in the interest of keeping your uncle and your dad from going for the shotgun, maybe you could just tell them I asked.”

“Yeah. That seems fair.” She slid her arms around his waist and leaned up to kiss him. “I love you. I know that much.”

“I love you, too.” He kissed her again, cupping her chin. “And the rest of it? We’ll get there when we get there.”

Morgan Penthouse: Living Room

Watching Cameron race around the room, chasing an opponent only he could see, no one would believe he’d woken in the middle of the night with a sick stomach.

“Should we be letting him run around?” Jason asked, appearing in the kitchen doorway, Jake in his arms. “Maybe he should rest.”

“I was just thinking that, but he woke up without a fever. And he ate every bite of breakfast.” She made a face, then turned to face him. “And we’ve never been that good at getting him to take it easy.”

“No, that’s true.”  He went back into the kitchen to set Jake into his high chair. The infant had woken late and was just showing signs of watching something to eat. “Spinelli was out of here early.”

“Yeah, I think he was worried we’d ask him to do more laundry.” She smirked and went over to sink to rinse the breakfast dishes and stow them in the dishwasher. Then her hands hesitated over the faucet. “Did you have a chance to talk to him last night?”

“No, I got in too late. And we only talked for a minute in the laundry room. Why?”

“He came in from Kelly’s and went to lay down in his room. He was quiet and upset. He, um, had a run-in with Sam at Kelly’s.”

At the mention of his ex-fiancée, whom they hadn’t spoken of since Halloween, Jason froze, looked at her. “What?”

“I don’t know much about it, other than Spinelli felt in necessary to clarify to her that they weren’t friends anymore. Um, it just…I guess, after Halloween—” Elizabeth shrugged. “I just wondered why she’d bother with Spinelli when she hasn’t in months. At least that I know about.”

“I don’t know.” Jason sat down next to the high chair, twisted the top from the jar of baby food. “I forgot about that night,” he admitted.

“Yeah, so did I.” She sat at the table, watched him feed their son for a minute. “It got lost in all the rest of it. What—um, what did you say when you got rid of her?”

“Same thing I told her in August. To back off you and the boys.” Jason glanced at her, then focused on Jake again. “And maybe I suggested no one would look that hard for her if she went missing,” he admitted.

Elizabeth blinked, stared at him. “Oh.” That was certainly something she hadn’t expected. “Um—”

“I wouldn’t—” Jason grimaced, and she knew it was because he hated talking about of anything. He didn’t want his work in their home, and he didn’t like that she knew anything about that side of him. “I wouldn’t. Unless I  thought she was a threat.” He winced. “Not that she isn’t—”

“She’s looking to cause trouble,” Elizabeth said. “Which isn’t the kind of threat you need to worry about. I get it. She tried to latch on to Lucky—which explains why he was going so hard at the beginning. With her in his ear, yeah. But I guess he backed off, and she’s angry about that.”

“She’s also pissed because of the trial and Diane’s cross-examination. I wasn’t interested in protecting her. Not after Jake.” Jason met her eyes. “I don’t know how to make her stop bothering you or Spinelli. I’m sorry.”

“We’ll just take it one step at a time. I just thought you should know she’s still around.” She rose, kissed the top of Jake’s head. “I’ll go do the dishes.”

PCPD: Squad Room

“Good work,” Robert said, sitting next to Lucky’s desk, peering over the list. “Ten names is a great place to start.”

“I tried to eliminate more of them, but based on the DMV database, these ten fit the profile you put together. They’re average height and build, and they all have a connection to the hospital and the campus.” Lucky leaned back in his chair. “Most of them work for the security company. The hospital and PCU contract with the same one, and once we got the subpoena for their employee information, it went faster.”

“What about the rest of them? What’s the connection?”

“They’re outsourced employees for the security. Most electronics. I put them last,” Lucky continued, “because access to the cameras and how they work wouldn’t mean they know the layouts of the crime scenes.”

“No criminal records?”

“No. Nothing more than bumps or scrapes. At least that I can find. I, uh, thought you might have some contacts at the FBI and WSB that would know more.” Lucky paused. “Do you think our guy is on this list?”

“I think it makes the most sense. And if we can get this list down even further, we can follow them. Try and get some DNA. All it takes is one thrown away cup or bottle.” Robert scrutinized the list again. “It’s good work, Spencer. Ten names is better than the hundred or so we started with. I’ll see if we can knock it down some more.”

Robert rose and headed down the hallway towards Mac’s office, and Lucky breathed his first easy sigh in a weeks. He hoped like hell he’d done something right and that they’d find this guy before he struck again.

Kelly’s: Dining Room

“Hey!” Robin grinned as she returned from the bathroom and found Elizabeth at the counter. “What you are doing here?”

“I called in an order for dinner,” Elizabeth said, smiling as the doctor slid back onto the stool. “Patrick let you out of his sight?”

“Ha. You joke, but it’s not that far off,” Robin muttered. “He got called into surgery, and I had a craving for Ruby’s chili. How are you? I feel like we haven’t seen each other since…” She trailed off.

“Good. Things are—we’re managing. I think it’s going to get harder with the holidays coming,” Elizabeth admitted. “I can almost pretend it isn’t real because we didn’t always see Emily every day, but Thanksgiving at the Quartermaines without her? She’s never missed a single Christmas Eve with Cameron, and—” She shook her head. “I don’t know. I should ask you the same.”

“Yeah, it’s the holidays that are bringing it back. Just when you think you’ve got a balance and you’ve come to terms with it—” Robin swirled her spoon in her chili bowl. “It hits you all over again. And it shouldn’t still feel fresh. But it does.”

“You forget for a few moments, and when you remember, it’s like it happens all over again.” Elizabeth tucked her hair behind her ear. “Cam still asks for her sometimes. He looks at her picture on the mantel, and asks. But I’m glad. I know one day—”

“She won’t be more than a picture to him. Yeah, that’s how I feel about this baby and Georgie.” Robin smiled wistfully. “She’d be such a good aunt, you know? She’d balance Maxie.” She took a deep breath. “But I try to focus on what I have. Patrick keeps surprising me. It’s like maybe he secretly wanted a kid all along and now he gets to show it.”

“I think it’s freaking him out how much he does want it,” Elizabeth told her. “It’s like he spent a decade telling himself he wasn’t into monogamy and kids and love — but it’s almost like that player personality he moved here with was just a shield, you know? Because it’s been you for him since the beginning.”

Robin bit her lip, then smiled. “You’re not wrong.”

A waitress came out with Elizabeth’s order and Robin asked for her chili to be wrapped up. “I’ll walk out with you,” Robin said, and rose.

The bell behind them jingled, and they both turned to see Sam coming in, sliding past another customer. Elizabeth grimaced. The last thing she needed.

Sam’s face lit up when she spied them at the counter and sauntered towards them. “Well, hello. Isn’t this great timing? All of Jason’s exes in one spot. The brunettes anyway.” She raked her eyes over Elizabeth, then Robin. “He sure has a type, huh?”

“I don’t know. I think Carly and Courtney would have something to say about that,” Robin said dryly, taking her bag from the waitress.

“Oh, God, don’t remind me about either of them.” Elizabeth wrinkled her nose. “Do you have any idea how much grief I went through with Carly? Not as much as you.”

“I still have nightmares about her,” Robin said.

“Well, you know, maybe Jason was just searching for someone who could actually have children,” Sam retorted, clearly irritated that her dig hadn’t landed.

Robin furrowed her brow. “That one doesn’t make any sense. Carly and Courtney had kids. I’m pregnant. Aren’t you the only barren one here?”

Sam’s nostrils flared. “How dare you—”

“I wouldn’t start with that one, Sam, since you were clearly showing my HIV in my face with that kids crack. Shows how much you know. Not very bright, is she?” Robin said to Elizabeth, who tried not to snicker.

“You—”

“Sam, can you just get to the point?” Elizabeth said. “I get it. You hate me. You hate my kids. And you want Jason to be miserable. Message received. Have you thought about getting a life?”

“You think this is over because you’re wearing his ring?” Sam spat. “I was engaged to him, too. It’s not hard to get him to do that—”

“This is really sad, you know that?” Robin made a face. “It kind of reminds me of every time Carly tried to corner me about being the only one who really understood Jason. At least she’d do it in private.”

“You, too, huh? Man, she’s really predictable.”

“I hope you both choke on your self-righteousness,” Sam spat. Then whirled around to leave.

“She is a deeply unpleasant woman,” Robin said, watching her go.

“You have no idea. Let’s wait a few minutes,” Elizabeth suggested. “Make sure she’s gone. I really don’t want to deal with her in the parking lot.”

Kelly’s: Parking Lot

He’d slipped out of the diner just as Sam McCall had entered, ready to make his move. He’d waited for days until both his targets were in the same place — in the right place — and now they were leaving together — it couldn’t be more perfect.

He lingered just behind the brick wall separating the parking lot from the courtyard, listening for the telltale jingle of bells, knowing his quarry were on their way out.

He heard the footsteps, saw the dark hair woman walk past him. He leapt out, his crowbar raised to crack her across the face. She never saw him — but when she slumped to the ground, and he turned to get the second woman —

There was no one. She was alone.

He hissed, turned back to the woman and kicked her until she fell onto her back, her face visible in the moonlight. She was already coming around, her word slurred. “What—what—

She wasn’t the right woman! Damn it—his targets were still on their way out, and now he had a witness—

Well. Not for long.

+26

Written in 62 minutes.

General Hospital: Nurse’s Station

“I have to go to Thanksgiving this year,” Patrick said, slapping a chart down in front of Elizabeth. “So I need you to find a way to get me out of it.”

She lifted her brows, but didn’t bother to look up as she continued to complete the insurance paperwork. “Hey, you decided to go all in. That includes holidays and family celebrations.”

“Yeah, but—”

“Her family likes you.” And now Elizabeth did look up. “Count yourself lucky. I had to marry and divorce twice before Gram decided Jason wasn’t so bad.”

“Yeah, well when other options are Ric and Lucky,” Patrick muttered. He leaned over the counter. “But her family liked me before she got pregnant. And now we’re living together.”

“It’s been forty-eight hours since she decided to move in. You said she didn’t even finish moving her things over—” Elizabeth rose from the chair, and picked up the notes for her rounds. Patrick followed her. “Do you think Robert or Mac is going to have a shotgun ready?”

“Do I think the police commissioner and former WSB legend are going to ask questions about marriage? Yes.” Patrick made a face. “So if you could find a way to fake an emergency—”

Elizabeth rolled her eyes, stopping at a patient door, and plucking their chart from the plastic holder. “Holidays are part of the package, Patrick. Just smile and nod, divert uncomfortable questions to Robin, and you’ll be fine.”

“Must be nice to be so confident,” Patrick muttered. He leaned against the hallway. “Are you guys going mansion or mob on Thursday?”

“Dinner at the Quartermaines with my grandmother, and then dessert with Sonny.” Elizabeth looked at him. “Patrick. You’re going to be fine. You remember that you used to be charming, right?”

“Yeah, but—it was easier to turn on all that—” He gestured to his face. “You know, you flash the dimples, and you got what you wanted. I could do that before it mattered. Now it matters.”

“And that’s why you’ll be fine.” Elizabeth sighed. “If Robert and Mac want to focus on you and Robin, on the baby, and everything around it, let them. Because there’s going to be an empty chair this year. And every thing they throw at you is going to keep them from remembering that.”

Patrick exhaled slowly. “Yeah. Yeah, okay. When you put it that way—” He paused. “You’re going to have an empty chair, too.”

Seventeen days since Emily had died. Only seventeen. It felt like a lifetime since that terrible night — and at the same time, as if it had happened an hour ago. “That’s why we’re going to the mansion. Jason…I worry about him sometimes,” she admitted. She bit her lip. “This stays between us.”

“Like a vault. You know that.”

“When Alan died last winter, it hit Jason really hard. You know, just regretting the time that was lost, and not giving Alan the same chances he gave Monica and Emily. He couldn’t really do anything with that first because, well, there was Jake, and the trial. But then Emily—” She hesitated. “I’m worried that he’s trying to make up for all that too fast. He takes the boys to the mansion every other day to spend time with Monica, which is great. But then he told me about Thanksgiving—”

She put the patient chart back. “I don’t know. It’s like all the regrets he has about things after the accident — he’s on warp speed trying to make up for them. And it’s how he’s dealing with losing Emily.”

“What’s the worst that could happen? So he’s forcing himself to give his family another chance.”

“Well, it’s the Quartermaines, so there’s that. I don’t know. He ran so far and so fast from all of that—” Elizabeth shook her head. “And maybe it’s because I know it’s what I’m doing. I’m spending too much time at work and when I’m at home, I’m obsessing about the boys or Spinelli. Because I don’t want to stop and think—”

He touched her shoulder. “It hasn’t been that long yet, Elizabeth. You gotta give yourself a break.”

“Yeah. Yeah, I guess so.” Elizabeth flashed him a smile. “And that’s how I know you’ll be okay on Thursday. You know how to listen. Just let Robin take the lead, and follow her.”

She turned down another hallway, and Patrick headed out to his own rounds. Sam slipped around a corner and started after Elizabeth. The PCPD wasn’t moving fast enough to do anything about Jason, she thought bitterly, so she needed something else.

Maybe perfect Elizabeth would screw up at work and Sam could use that to ruin her life—what if she could get the bitch suspended—

“Sam, what are you doing here?”

Sam jolted, turning to find her mother stepping off the elevator. “Uh, Mom. Hey. I could ask the same for you.”

“Just a follow up with the doctor. A scan. Still in remission,” Alexis added. She wound her arm through Sam’s. “I was going to stop off and check in with a client who’s having surgery, but since I came across you, what do you say we get lunch?”

“Yeah. Yeah. All right.” Grateful Alexis hadn’t pushed her on why she was at the hospital, Sam followed her mother back on the elevator.

Wyndemere: Foyer

“Did you swim here?” Nikolas demanded darkly when he found his sister on his footstep.

“No, the launch pilot isn’t the only one who can drive a boat.” Lulu shrugged. “And you just told him he wasn’t allowed to bring me here. No one ever said I couldn’t get myself over here.  Dillon knows how to drive a speedboat.” She followed him into the study. “I just wanted to tell you that I wouldn’t come to bother you anymore.”

“Oh—” Nikolas poured himself a drink. “You came to bother me about promising not to bother me? That’s funny.”

“No, I came to tell you I’m not going to bother you at all. Which means I won’t tell Lucky I’m worried. I won’t complain to Dillon or Spinelli about you. I know what you did to Lucky, and until you figure out how to apologize for it, you’re not worth my concern.”

Nikolas scowled, looked at his sister. “What the hell does that mean?”

“You threw pills at him, Nikolas. At our brother, a recovering addict who’s trying hard to stay clean. Even though he just got divorced, lost custody of his kids, and buried his best friend. How much more do you want to throw at him—”

“Ah, I see Lucky figured out how to make you feel responsible for him—” Nikolas smirked, sipped his drink. “He’s good at that. Didn’t you listen to Elizabeth on the stand? I paid for his lawyer because I felt sorry for him. We both worried he’d fall back into drugs if we abandoned him. Welcome to the club, Lu.”

“Yeah, I’ve got a real pair of winners as brothers. A martyr and an asshole. And I’m a selfish bitch, so I guess Mom is three-for-three with the kids. Good thing she’s not here to see how we turned out.”

Nikolas rolled her eyes. “Don’t be dramatic—”

“Really? I broke up a marriage last year, Nikolas. Just like you did. Emily and Zander? You could have kept your distance and you didn’t. And you slept with Courtney—someone else’s wife—”

“Shut up—”

“Woes you with the traumatized wife who was raped by a man who looked like you,” Lulu shot back. “Poor little Nikolas who wants to blame everyone else for his problems. Why don’t we all just think about what you’ve lost? Forget Lucky, who knew Emily longer. Forget Emily’s family who already buried Alan this year. Forget Elizabeth who’s been through hell. No, no, let’s just worry about poor baby Nikolas who can dish it but can’t take it.” She sneered. “I’ve been worried about you, but you’re just fine over here, feeling sorry for yourself. But where were you last year when I needed you? Where were you two years ago when Grandma dumped me on Dad who couldn’t bother with me? Where were you when your wife was traumatized and needed patience and understanding?”

She shrugged. “You know what, I think I’m going to be better off without you. Lucky didn’t do a damn thing to you. He asked for your help with the custody case, and you gave it. Suck it up, and admit the only reason you and Emily weren’t together when she died was because you’re a selfish asshole. Until you do that? We’ve got nothing left to say to each other.”

PCPD: Commissioner’s Office

Mac dragged his hands through his hair. “Well, we have our link.” He looked up at Robert. “Too bad it doesn’t tell us anything.”

“No, I guess it doesn’t.” Robert took the DNA report back. “Other than a single killer is responsible. When we find him, we’ll nail him to the wall for all four murders—”

“When we find him—” Mac rose and went to the window. Looked out over the trees with their falling leaves, the mixtures of oranges, yellows, and browns littering the lawn outside the PCPD. “If we find him.”

“We’ve got him. He waited six weeks between the college and the hospital—” Robert grimaced. “I know there’s a chance he won’t wait that long again, but women on alert, aren’t they? The hospital hired extra security. So did the campus.”

“And what about the parking lot by the mall? What about the park? What about the thousands of public spaces in this town? And maybe it’s not about the age of the women. Maybe it’s not about their hair. Maybe it’s not even about women,” Mac muttered. “Maybe it’s just about public killing and the thrill of taking two at a time. What if he escalates to three or more? What if—”

“What if the sky turns orange? You know better, little brother, than to let those kinds of questions drag you down—”

Mac shook his head. “Thanksgiving is five days away. Last year, Georgie spent half the day in the kitchen with Robin, and now—”

“Now she won’t be there. I can’t imagine the depth of your loss, Mac. The thought of losing my daughter—” Robert’s throat tightened. “It’s beyond my comprehension. But we aren’t miracle workers. We have DNA. That’s more than a lot of cases have. Georgie fought hard, and she’s going to help put this bastard away. That’s going to matter one day.”

“Yeah. Maybe. But it won’t be enough.” Mac looked at Robert. “Maxie said something, just before the second set of murders. And it’s stayed with me. Finding out who did this, finding out why he did this—it’s not going to change anything. It won’t ever explain why there’s going to be an empty chair at every dinner for the rest of my life. It won’t ever be enough.”

Morgan Penthouse: Master Bedroom

Jason jolted awake, but then wasn’t sure what had woken him. The room around him was dark, quiet. Elizabeth was curled on her side beside him, her breathing still deep and even, so whatever it was, it hadn’t stirred her. She’d once been a deep sleeper, but the boys had changed her, making it harder for her to sleep like the dead anymore.

Jason closed his eyes, slid closer to hold her in his arms, kissing her bare shoulder, then tried to go back to sleep—

But there it was again—and this time, the sound was louder, and Elizabeth rolled over on her back. “What was that?” she asked, her voice slurring from sleep. “Jason?”

“I don’t—” He looked past her at the monitor on the nightstand, the little black and white images. The camera was aimed at Jake’s crib and he could see their son laying on his back, his head turned to one side, his chest rising and falling. But just beyond that, they could see the outline of Cameron’s bed, and the blanket was rustling.

And they heard it again, louder. A gagging, hacking sound, then crying. Jason sprang to his feet, followed by Elizabeth as they rushed across the hallway. Jason shoved open the door, and Elizabeth flipped on the light.

Cameron was sitting up, his face red, tears streaming down his cheeks, his fingers clutching his blanket. He gagged again, and Jason realized that he was throwing up, the vomit landing on his blanket, his pajamas and around his mouth.

“Baby, hey—” Elizabeth knelt down next to the bed and Jason went to the linen closet just a few steps away in the hallway. He dragged out a stack of towels, plucking the largest. He returned to the room just as Jake woke and started crying. Elizabeth was stroking Cameron’s head.

“Does he have a fever?”

“No. Cam—”

“Tummy—” Cameron hitched another sob. “Hurt.”

Jason knelt next to Elizabeth, taking in Cameron’s glassy eyes, red face. “Do you want to call a doctor? I can—”

“No, no, there’s no fever—” Elizabeth brushed Cameron’s hair back. “Let’s just clean him up, um, some ginger ale—”

“Can I help?”

Jason glanced to the door, finding Spinelli there, one side of his cheek red from sleep. “Hey, we—”

“Actually—” Elizabeth glanced over her shoulder at the crying infant. “Okay. Okay. Jason, can you clean Cam up? He’ll feel better with a warm bath and new pajamas. I can throw all of this in the laundry—”

“I’ll do that, Fair Elizabeth,” Spinelli said. “The Jackal has a very strong stomach. You should  calm Stone Cold the Sequel and get Little Dude his munchies.”

“Oh, Spinelli, you don’t have to—”

“Thanks,” Jason said, interrupting. He wrapped Cameron in the towel and scooped him against his chest. “That would be a lot of help.”

“The Jackal reporting for duty.”

Jason went across the hall, back into their bedroom, and into the master bathroom. He set Cameron down on the counter to start the water running. “How are you feeling, buddy?”

“Throat hurt,” Cameron managed, but his sobs had quieted. Jason touched his forehead, but Elizabeth was right — he was cool to the touch, and she’d know better. She was a nurse and had more experience—

Jason peeled off the pajamas, wrapping them into the towel, and then set Cameron into the tub after making sure he’d dumped some of the bubble bath Elizabeth kept on the shelf. He used a water glass to pour water over Cameron’s head, carefully cleaning him up but making sure the water didn’t get into his eyes or mouth—

“How’s that?”

“B-better,” Cameron managed.

Spinelli appeared in the doorway. “Fair Elizabeth sends clean jammies and a new towel for the Little Dude, and I’m here to fetch the, uh, soiled materials.” He made a face as he set down the pajamas and towel, then picked up the rolled up towel Jason had set aside. “She went to get the munchies.”

“Thanks,” Jason said.

“No worries. How’s the Little Dude feeling?”

“Snelli,” Cameron managed. “Tummy hurt.”

“Less orange soda at bedtime,” Spinelli said, nodding sagely. “The Jackal takes the note.”  He left then, and Jason lifted Cameron from the tub, wrapping him in a fluffy, warm towel. He took the pajamas into the bedroom with him, and sat on the bed, rubbing Cameron’s back.

Elizabeth came in a moment later, holding Jake on her hip and balancing a pack of crackers and a can of ginger ale in her hand. “Hey, baby.” She sat on the bed next to them, putting Jake down in the middle of quickly arranged pillows. She cracked the ginger ale. “Sip slowly, honey.”

Cameron nodded and did as instructed. Then he ate a cracker slowly, in little nibbles. Time passed excruciating slow as Elizabeth repeated the process. A sip of ginger ale, then another cracker, eaten slowly. Behind them Jake fussed, but then fell back into a doze.

Finally, Cameron started to droop. “Feel better,” he said, his eyes closed. “Tummy okay.”

“All right. Let’s get you into jammies and back in bed.”

“Wanna stay here,” Cameron said, opening his eyes briefly. “Comfy.”

“That’s fine with me,” Jason said, brushing his lips against Cameron’s drying curls. “But clothes first.”

“Kay,” he murmured.

Jason handed Cameron to Elizabeth to change, then went to put the towel in with the rest of the laundry. He found Spinelli in the room downstairs, peering curiously at the dials. “Oh, you can hack into any network in the country, but a washing machine defeats you?”

Spinelli made a face. “Lots of buttons,” he muttered. “And Fair Elizabeth does my laundry. How’s Little Dude?”

“Better. Ready to go back to bed.” Jason started the washer. “Thank you, Spinelli. Sorry to wake up.”

“No worries. That’s, um, what family does, right?” Spinelli folded his arms, looking at the washer. “All hands on deck.”

“Yeah. That’s what family does. Go back to bed, okay? You have a paper due on Monday. And no, I didn’t forget,” Jason said.

Spinelli grumbled as he followed Jason up the stairs. “Family is overrated,” he muttered, but went into his room.

Jason returned to his bedroom. Elizabeth had returned the sleeping Jake back into his crib and was tucking Cameron into their bed.

“Go sleep?” Cameron asked, snuggling against the pillow. “Tired, Daddy.”

“Yeah, we’re going to bed.” Jason slid under the comforter, and Elizabeth did the same on Cameron’s other side. He switched off the light. “Good night.”

“Night,” the toddler sighed. “Tummy all better.”

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