News of the shooting on the Haunted Star involving the PCPD entered airwaves around midnight. Julian's picture was plastered on every screen where an adult was still awake. "Notorious mob boss Julian Jerome has been shot and is missing, sources inside the PCPD are saying." Every reporter on every channel said the same thing. "There is no word yet on what events led to Mr. Jerome's shooting or the PCPD's involvement in it.

However, the name Elvis Aaron DiMera crossed no televised lips. In all the chaos, no one had mentioned to the press who exactly had been shot by the police three times in the arm and once in the leg, who had been treated in an ambulance on site as cops stood guard, and who'd been rushed to the station after being stitched up.

"Elvis Aaron DiMera. Born Elvis Aaron Banks. Son of Stefano DiMera and Susan Banks. Father of two. Engaged to Samantha Brady." Commissioner Devane slapped a file on the interrogation room table right under EJ's nose.

He snickered. "Now that we've established that you know who I am, give me one reason why I shouldn't sue this department for police brutality."

"Ha! Are you serious?" Anna inclined. "We only shot you after you put two bullets in Julian Jerome."

"Well, you only had to shoot me once."

The Commissioner sighed deeply. "Oh, will you give it up? You do realize that you're going to prison for the rest of your life, don't you?"

"That's what you think." EJ said, his face hardening.

"We've got you dead to rights on the attempted murder of Lucas Jones, the murder of your own assassin, and drug trafficking. And depending on if Julian survives that's another attempted murder or murder charge right there."

The kingpin smirked. "Your arrogance will be your downfall, Commissioner."

"Okay, Mr. DiMera. Entertain me; how will you avoid this definite life sentence?"

"I do believe that I am owed one phone call." he said. "Wouldn't want me to get off because you denied me my rights, now would you?

Anna knew he had a point. "Come on."

Sonny Corinthos entered the station with one thing on his mind: helping Morgan. The twenty-one year old had been slowly dissolving into alcoholism ever since Ava had escaped and left, pregnant and all. The Don was hoping that he could get his oldest son to help with an intervention. He was just about to ask a desk Sergeant where he could find Dante when the two locked eyes for the first time in twenty years.

A rage flared up in Sonny as he yelled across the station, "DIMERA, YOU SON OF A BITCH!"