Set up: It is late Summer 2009. Hope has walked out on Bo again. Bo tired of her temper tantrums and general behavior has filed for divorce and of course now Hope wants him back. His family is completely supportive of his decision to end the marriage. He is at the moment staying at a hotel until he can find his own place. Carly is not in Salem. She has not killed Lawrence and in my world she has never met Daniel much less slept with him. I have no summary for the story cause I really am not good with them and well don't want things to be too obvious or I could actually be writing like Dena Higley (*shudders at the thought*) Don't know how long this one will be or how pervy so just go with it. And hope you enjoy. this 1st post is a short teaser smiley: wink and here we go.

Hope opened the door to a messenger standing there. "Yes? Can I help you?"

"I have a delivery for a Mr. Bo Brady."

"He isn't here right now. I'm his wife, I'll sign for it." Hope said reaching for what looked like a letter and the clipboard to sign for it.

The messenger pulled it out of her reach and replied, "I'm sorry but I have specific orders. This is to be delivered and signed for by Mr. Brady. I have been instructed that I must put it in his hands and no one else's."

Hope rolled her eyes impatiently. "Well then you will have to stand there until he comes back or you will have to let me sign for it because he isn't here." Her curiosity was about to boil over. Who would send Bo a letter that only he could sign for. She didn't bother to tell the messenger that Bo had moved out and they were in the middle of a divorce.

"Then I will stand here and wait for Mr. Brady." The messenger said stubbornly.

"Fine," Hope replied, hiding her disappointment as she closed the door. She walked over to the table and picked up her cell phone. "Bo, there is a msger here and will only give his delivery to you. Please come by and get whatever it is." Hope hit send. She couldn't very well leave the messenger standing on her porch all night.

It was about an hour later when Hope heard a car pull up in front of the house. She put her book down and went to the front door and opened it just as Bo reached the porch and stopped in front of the messenger.

"Mr. Brady?"

"Yes. She sent me a message saying I had a delivery." Bo said gesturing towards his soon-to-be ex-wife.

"Yes Sir. But before I give it to you and have you sign may I ask to see some identification."

Bo gave the young man a strange look as he pulled out his wallet and showed his ID.

"Thank you, Sir." The young man said with a relieved sigh. "It's just that I was expressly ordered to hand this to you and ONLY you."

Bo took the clipboard and the pen that the guy was holding out and signed on the line by his name. When he handed them back to the messenger he was handed a single white envelope that only had his name printed in block letters on the front.

"Have a good day sir, ma'am." The messenger said nodding his head at Bo and then Hope before turning and walking to his car.

"What was all that about?" Hope wondered out loud as Bo just shook his head. "Do you want a cup of coffee?" Hope asked in an effort to get Bo into the house. She really wanted him to open that envelope so she could see what was in it. She also thought that if she could get Bo in the house then maybe she could change his mind about the divorce.

Bo looked at her and knew why she wanted him to come into the house. He also knew she would be dying of curiosity about whatever it was he was holding in his hand and somewhere inside him he knew he shouldn't let her see it.

"No thanks. I really have to get back to work." He watched as her face fell and saw her eyes dart towards the envelope in his right hand. "See Ya."

Hope watched as Bo walked back to his car and then drove away. "Damn!" She said to herself as she went back inside.

Bo walked into the dark room closing the door behind him. Using his flashlight to navigate the room he made his way to the small scrubbed table and lit the little oil lamp sitting on it. He didn't know what made him think to come here of all places to read whatever was in that envelope. He just knew he had to be completely alone when he did read it. He pulled the envelope out of the inside pocket of his dress jacket. He hated wearing suits and ties, but as police commissioner he had to look the part and he had been in a meeting when Hope texted him. Slowly and with trepidation Bo slid his finger under the seal of the envelope and pulled out a single sheet of expensive heavy cream colored linen paper that was folded in three like a business letter.

Bo's breath caught in his throat as he saw the handwriting on the letter. He recognized it immediately. He would have recognized that handwriting anywhere. As his eyes scanned the letter he became angrier and angrier. He had to read it several times because his brain couldn't seem to process the contents of the letter. After sitting for about an hour and reading the letter over and over until it was burned into his memory, Bo knew he had to do something. He had to right the wrongs. He had to take action. After sitting in the silence and thinking for about another hour, Bo had formulated a plan but knew he would need help and he knew whose help he needed. He pulled out his cell phone and hit the number three on his speed dial.

"Hey man it's me. Listen I need your help."

Bo listened a moment to what the person on the other end of the line said.

"This is important. Can you meet me in my office?"

"Thanks, man. I'll be there in about an hour. Bye."

Bo hung up and then dialed again and proceeded to have the same conversation six more times. Of the seven people he spoke to three of them were in town and would meet him in his office and the other four would be on conference call to help. He had read the letter to those four out of town and they were all more than happy to help. Two of them offered to bankroll the entire endeavor. Bo picked up his flashlight again, blew out the oil lamp and made his way out of the room and into the late summer night.