EVIL
Part Twelve
Jason was giving new meaning to running around like a chicken without a head.
He was trying to reassure everyone. Bobbie, Michael, Morgan, Sonny, Sam. He had no time for his own doubts.
There was no sign of Carly.
Ric even seemed to be clean. Not just clean but a pain in the ass. He was constantly at Jason about what Sonny did with his wife. Kept saying he must have gotten tired of trying to please both his wife and his mistress and dumped Carly in a river with a brand new pair of shoes.
Mac was doing what he could.
Max and the boys were getting to the point where Operation: Find Carly was routine. They'd looked everywhere, checked with every associate, every source. He'd had Stan going through anything he could get his hands on to find a hint of government or private sting.
And roads lead to nothing.
Just emptiness.
Bogus leads were everywhere. No snitch wanted to look Jason Morgan in the face and say nothing. So they made stuff up or quoted the rampant rumors that Mrs. Corinthos had gone back to her on again off again squeeze, Alcazar.
But she hadn't and if Lorenzo had taken her there was no sign of it. He hadn't made a step toward her yet. He'd had men of his own looking for her as well. He'd made similar assumptions as everyone else.
Maybe Sonny snapped. Maybe Sonny killed her. Maybe one of his associates did.
People don't just disappear.
Jason had to find her.
