-Chapter 2-

Tracy stared blankly ahead at the paperwork in front of her on her desk, unable to focus as her thoughts drifted to her on-the-run step-daughter and husband. If only they were together, then maybe she wouldn't be so worried. She sighed heavily and closed her eyes. She let her shoulders fall and slump as she felt her muscles stretch as her head feel backward, leaning against the back of her chair.

"There's an easy way too get rid of some of that stress." She heard the ever-so familiar voice of Scott Baldwin ring out. Her eyes opened and she saw him standing in the doorway of her office. "You can just tell me where Lulu and Johnny have run off to."

"Scott, don't you have better things to do than harass me?" Tracy asked as he closed the door and took a seat opposite her. She really wasn't in the mood to deal with his ever-failing 'Baldwin Intuition.' "I don't have time for you and your accusations right now. I have a job to do, maybe you've heard of them."

"That's why I'm here. Its my job as special prosecutor and Logan's father to bring his murderer to justice." Scott replied with vigor as Tracy fought the urge to roll her eyes at his sudden interest in being a father to a now dead son. Then again, she couldn't help but think she would probably be acting the same way if the roles were reversed.

"I'm not the one who killed him and I don't know the whereabouts of who did. You're wasting your time constantly showing up at my home and now here….. it isn't accomplishing anything and it sure as hell isn't going to get you any closer to avenging your son's death."

"Why are you protecting Lulu? She is constantly disrespecting you, she's not your daughter…in fact she's Luke's daughter with another woman! The same woman who's side he rushed to when she woke up and whom he still holds out hope for! Do you really think he wouldn't leave you in a heartbeat if her condition was cured!?" By the end of the last few sentences he began to shout as he practically jumped from his seat. Tracy stood up from her's as well, knowing full well that he was trying to push her buttons…. And he had succeeded.

"Get. Out. Now." Tracy said in a low yet dangerous tone, trying to keep calm. This was of course, shot to hell, when Scott had the audacity to smirk at her.

"Not until I get what I came for."

"Damn it, I don't know where they are! NOW GET THE HELL OUT!" Tracy was utterly furious and it was written all over her face. If looks could kill, Scott would be dead twenty times over.

"I suggest you do what the lady says." Anthony Zacchara said as he entered Tracy's office and paid no attention to his latest 'monkey' closing the door behind him. Scott looked back at Tracy, who in turn, kept glaring at him.

"Fine, I'm done playing this game…for now." Scott swept past Anthony and out the door, slamming it behind him. Tracy turned her attention to her newest visitor.

"To what do I owe this…." Tracy searched her mind for the appropriate word.

"Pleasure?" Anthony offered.

"Not even close to what I was thinking." Tracy replied and resumed her seat behind her desk.

"What a shame." Anthony said and wheeled himself closer.

"What do you want?" Tracy asked, wanting very much to just be left alone.

"Right to the point, I like that."

"Mr. Zacchara, I don't have time for these games nor am I in the mood."

"Please, call me Anthony." He replied as Tracy tried not to lose her temper.

"Say what you came to say or leave."

"Alright then. How's your husband?" Anthony asked and caught Tracy by surprise.

"That's what you wanted to know? Luke's…. he's… he is fine."

"So you've heard from him?"

"That is none of your business."

"So, you haven't then. If I were him I would have called."

"I have work to do. I don't know what it is that you want from me but I'm pretty sure I can't help you."

"I believe you can. You see Tracy, I don't want anything from you exactly…. I want you."