There's not all that much to do in a nine-by-nine cell except stare at one of the walls and reflect on how you ended up there in the first place. Victor Newman was learning that quite well.

His prints on the gun. The body in his hotel room. He may have been confused about alot, but there was one thing he did know: he'd been set up. Whoever had killed this man, Valentine Cassadine, apparently not only had a problem with Mr. Cassadine, but Victor as well. But how could he prove it from behind bars…

"Who are you?" Victor didn't see the man enter the cell, but turned to face him when he heard his voice. The man was middle aged, his hair jet black, but his facial hair a grey fuzz; anyone who watched the news within the past few months would know him.

"I'm Victor," the patriarch said.

The other man thought for a second. "Wait a minute," he began. "Aren't you that corporate guy from Wisconsin? Newman? Victor Newman?"

Victor smiled. "Well, I'll be damned, the great Sonny Corinthos knows who I am."

Sonny laughed. "Well, I guess my reputation precedes me as well." There was a silence between the two for a moment before Sonny ended it. "So, tell me; what's a Wisconsin big wig doing in an upstate New York prison?"

Victor's eyes took on a darker tone as he rose from his cot and walked past Sonny to go stand by the bars. "I was framed for murder a couple weeks ago. And in your town no less."

"Well, I can honestly say I had nothing to do with it." the Mob boss said, throwing his hands up. "I've been in here for months."

Victor continued to stare out between the bars. "That's alright. I'm going to find out who set me up, and make them wish they'd just confessed."

Sonny wished him luck.

Adam Newman paced slowly in his room at the Athletic Club.

Sage had gone out for the night, something about needing to destress. He was all for it. The longer she destressed, the longer she wasn't there to nag him. And now was not the time for him to be nagged. He needed to just be alone and think. He'd neutralized his main threat, and now it was time to proceed with the next phase of his plan.

"I am kinda sorry, Valentine." he spoke aloud to himself. "You became a loose end, and at the right moment for me. Wrong moment for you though."

He thought back to that night in Port Charles, New York as he poured himself a glass of whiskey.

"My father was a threat to my plans." he justified to himself. As long as he was in the picture, I'd never have a chance to get my life back."

Images of Valentine's face after the bullet entered his chest swam through Adam's mind. His betrayal of one of his closest allies.

"NO!" he commanded himself, pushing the image out of his mind. "I did what I had to do. Valentine is dead. And Victor is going to spend the rest of his life in prison. That part is over." He took a bitter sip of his alcohol. "Now, I get my family back."