Shayne looked into Edmund's eyes, trying to judge if he was bluffing. He saw nothing. Nothing but cold, dead eyes. "Edmund," he said, hearing the fear in his voice, and hating it. He hated that Edmund could do this to him, but more than that, he hated that Edmund had Dinah. "Listen," Shayne continued, "Dinah didn't do anything to Lara. She didn't have anything to do with any of this," Shayne said, trying desperately to talk some sense into him.
"Ah, but she did have a lot to do with some other things," Edmund growled, "like keeping Henry away from me. In fact, if it was up to your wife, I'd be dead by now," Edmund spat at Shayne, glancing over at Dinah.
"She was protecting Henry," Shayne, said his voice still a little shaky.
"Protecting him from me?!," Edmund said, his voice raising again. Edmund reached into his jacket and removed the gun, "You see, Shayne, I think that's what angers me the most. You self righteous hypocrites think that you are somehow better suited to raise Henry than his own flesh and blood. That boy is my grandson, and I will be a part of his life," Edmund said, raising the gun for effect.
"So, what?," Shayne said, glaring at Edmund, "Is that why you have her locked up here? To punish me?," he asked.
"No," Edmund said, smiling as he shook his head, "I have Dinah here as a bit of an insurance policy, a way of making sure that you'll do what I need you to do," Edmund continued.
"And what exactly is that?," Shayne asked him, already knowing the answer. "You're going to call that little twit, Marina Cooper and have her bring Henry to you and then, you're going to give him to me," Edmund said.
"Over my dead body," Shayne spat at him.
"No, I'm afraid not," Edmund said with a sick smile, "it isn't your body, you'll be seeing," Edmund told him slowly turning to point the gun at Dinah.
"Leave her alone," Shayne commanded, no longer caring about remaining calm.
Edmund laughed at Shayne's words, knowing how desperate he was to protect his wife and child. "I mean it, Edmund," Shayne said again, "Don't you hurt her. You do whatever you want to do to me. You're angry at me. You want someone to pay for what happened to Lara and that is fine. You take it out on me. Not on Dinah. Don't you hurt her," Shayne spoke his own voice low and menacing.
"Shayne, Shayne," Edmund taunted, "You're so dramatic. I've got no interest in hurting your wife or that little baby she's carrying," Edmund said with a twisted smile, "I'm just holding onto the both of them until I get what I want," Edmund said simply.
"You're not getting anywhere near Henry," Shayne spat at him, "Not as long as I'm breathing."
Edmund looked at him and raised his gun, "You might want to rethink that statement," he said, as Shayne heard the gun click.
"Edmund, please, don't," Dinah pleaded finally.
Shayne looked over at his wife and instantly fell silent. "It's ok, baby," he said , returning to the glass.
Dinah had tears streaming down her face and her breathing was fast and irregular. "He's going to kill you," she said in a panic.
"No, he's not," Shayne said, trying desperately to calm her. "It's ok," he said, growing frustrated at their lack of contact, "Just calm down. It's all going to be ok."
Edmund watched them, smiling.
"He is," Dinah said, still fighting to regain control of her breath. She suddenly felt dizzy and grabbed onto the table for support.
"Dinah," Shayne said concerned, "Just sit down and breathe. It's alright. Don't worry about me. I'm gonna be fine and so are you and the baby. Everything is going to be ok. I'm going to get you out of there, ok?," Shayne continued.
He turned back to Edmund, "What kind of a sicko are you? Can't you see what this is doing to her?" Shayne said angrily.
"I'm actually quite enjoying what it's doing to you," Edmund responded cheerfully, "What it's doing to Dinah is unfortunate actually. In truth, she's actually a woman after my own heart. Someone willing to do whatever it takes to get what she wants, to take what she perceives as hers. I admire that."
Shayne glared at him, "Dinah is nothing like you."
Edmund laughed, "If you only knew," he smiled, "Isn't that right, Dinah?," Edmund said, walking over to the glass to look at her. Dinah sat in the small straight backed chair. She was pale and shaking. "Oh, stop being so dramatic," Edmund growled at her, "Get some water and you'll be fine," Edmund said curtly.
Shayne looked at his wife, "Let me in there," he said finally. "I need to be with her."
Edmund smiled at him, "Awww…Dinah, isn't this sweet. Your husband loves you so much that he's actually willing to be locked up in your little isolation unit with you."
Dinah just glared at Edmund.
"As you wish," he said, "but first I'll need your cell," he said, holding out his hand to Shayne. Shayne sighed, he had hoped Edmund wouldn't think of this, but right now the only thing on his mind was getting in to see Dinah. He needed to hold her in his arms almost as much she appeared to need holding.
Shayne reluctantly handed over the cell phone. Edmund carefully placed his thumb on the keypad and Shayne heard the lock click. He felt Edmund's hand shove him inside. The door quickly closed behind them.
Rushing over to Dinah's side, he pulled her into his arms and felt her body shake with sobs, "I'm so sorry," he whispered. "I'm so so sorry."
Shayne helped Dinah stand to her feet and walked her over towards the bed. "Here, why don't you lie down for a while?," he said, still holding her close to him.
He could feel her trembling and he knew she was afraid. He couldn't blame her. As much as he hated to admit it, he was pretty afraid himself. Edmund clearly didn't care who he hurt in this situation. He wanted what he wanted and he would do whatever it took to get it.
"Its ok," Shayne whispered, stroking her hair as he lay down behind her and pulled her close to him, "Just try to rest."
Shayne could see Edmund pacing the floor on the other side of the room. He was clearly doing something at the table, but Shayne could see what. Feeling Dinah tremble again, he wrapped his arms tighter around her, kissing her cheek and resting his face on hers. Closing his eyes, he sighed, there's got to be a way out of this, he thought.
Shayne opened his eyes. He couldn't believe he'd actually been able to fall asleep. Feeling Dinah's slow breathing, he knew she was asleep too. That was good, he thought. She needed the rest. Looking around the room, he noticed Edmund was no where to be seen. Carefully he slid down the bed, slipping away from her and standing. He walked to the other side of the glass enclosure, looking from one end of the room to the other. Still no Edmund. He must have gone out for some reason, Shayne thought. Shayne took mental stock of the room. There was nothing inside that he could use. No way that he could overtake Edmund. Especially when he was the one holding the gun.
Looking back over at Dinah, he thought for a moment. The enclosure was glass. Maybe he could break it. A chair, he thought. Yes, a chair would work. Shayne eyed the door to the outside. The same type of keypad rested on the outside of that lock. Even if Shayne was able to get out of the glass room, he'd never be able to get them out of the steel door. Sitting down in the chair, he slammed his hand on the table in frustration.
Dinah woke with a start, "What? What happened?," she said, her voice strained with worry. Shayne made his way over to the bed quickly. He gently smoothed her hair and kissed her forehead.
"Nothing, Nothing," he whispered, looking deep into her eyes, "I'm sorry. I just…I lost it a little."
Dinah looked at him. She could see the deep lines in his forehead and she knew he was worried. She leaned in for a kiss. "I'm glad you're here," she said softly.
Shayne had to smile a bit. "You're glad I'm locked up in here with you like we're some kind of museum display?," he said laughing a bit.
Dinah smiled too, "No," she whispered, "I'm glad you're here to hold me," she said, her voice breaking a bit, "I need you to hold me." Shayne wrapped his arms around her and held her tightly.
Shayne sat holding Dinah for a long moment. Neither of them spoke. There were no words. The sound of the door opening caused Shayne to look up.
Edmund appeared on the other side of the glass carrying armloads of paper bags. He tapped on the glass and smiled at them, "Aren't you glad to see me?," he asked, placing the bags on the floor by his feet as he slid open the small window in the glass.
Shayne just glared at him. Edmund dug through the bags, pulling out several bottles of water, a few trays of deli meat, some bread, and a few bags of assorted fruit. "Here," he said, shoving the food through the window into Shayne's hands.
"What do you say?," Edmund said, clearly taunting him.
Shayne just stared, saying nothing.
"So ungrateful," Edmund muttered, "Perhaps next time I should just let the mother of your child starve," he said, his face curving into a smile.
Shayne could take no more. "Don't you even begin to pretend that you're doing this out of some kind of concern for Dinah," he sneered. "You've got her locked up in here like she's some sort of animal, Edmund! My God, the woman is pregnant. Are you really that twisted. She's scared to death. She's exhausted! She's stressed, and now you're actually going to pretend that you're trying to help her?!"
Edmund stepped closer to the glass, "Listen closely, Shayne. Your precious wife is here for one reason and one reason only, and that is you."
"Oh, that's right," Shayne said through clenched teeth, "This is all about punishing me, right? Because you think I killed your daughter. You think I killed Lara!"
Edmund glared at Shayne, his eyes cold, "You did kill her. She was all I had and you took her away from me." Shayne clenched his fists, "How many times do I have to tell you that it was an accident. I would have done anything to protect Lara. I loved her. I never wanted any of this to happen," Shayne bellowed. "None of that matters now does it, Shayne?," Edmund said, as he slowly paced down the length of the glass, "because now I have what matters."
Shayne looked back at Dinah, "What are you gonna do, Edmund? Really?"
Dinah stood up and walked over to Shayne, trying to calm him, "Shayne, stop." She rubbed his shoulders.
Shayne placed his hand on top of hers, "I'm sick of this," he said, gently, "I'm sick of him messing with our minds. If he's got some sort of big, master plan, he might as well just tell me what it is." Shayne looked at Edmund to see the smile on his face growing wider.
"You want to know what my plan is, Shayne?," Edmund said, "I'll tell you."
Edmund walked over to the glass so that he and Shayne stood eye to eye. "You see Shayne, when Lara died, I thought I'd lost her forever….all her life and her brightness-all gone, but then, then I found out about Henry, Lara's son, my grandson." Edmund began to pace, "Most grandfathers are a big part of their grandchildren's lives. They take them to games, buy them all the things their parents won't, teach them how to play chess or cards, but do I get to do any of that?," he said, his voice raising with anger. "So you see, Shayne, I decided that I was going to go after what was rightfully mine, and you're just the person to help me get it, but," he said, running his hand over his face with thought, "I knew you'd need a little bit of incentive, if you will," he muttered maniacally, "which is where your pretty little wife comes in."
Shayne took a deep breath, "What are you gonna do, Edmund?"
Edmund just smiled, "Shayne, Shayne, Shayne….Don't be so serious. I'm not going to hurt her. She's pregnant, remember?"
Shayne glanced back at Dinah, who by this time, was seated on the edge of the bed again.
"So what?," Shayne demanded, "you're keeping her here like some sort of hostage until you get Henry?," he asked, swallowing hard.
Edmund smiled, "You might not be quite as dumb as the rest of those Lewises, Shayne," Edmund laughed a bit, "that's exactly what she is…my little hostage, or should I say hostages. Two for the price of one."
Shayne glared at Edmund, "And what if it doesn't work, what if you don't get Henry?," he asked, "what then?"
Edmund just smiled, and gestured towards Dinah, "Well then, I guess I'll just take that one. You owe me one anyway, don't you Dinah?"
Shayne glanced back at Dinah and then looked at Edmund again. The look in her eyes definitely meant something…he just didn't have a clue as to what.