Lucky watched Dante leave the cabin and then waited five minutes before walking toward the cabin, knowing he was being watched. Here we go, he thought. Dante's been dead on so far, let's see if he's still right.

Lucky knocked on the door to the cabin. There was no answer. He knocked a second time. Still no answer. Withdrawing his gun, he kicked the door in and began acting.

Lulu was there; but there was a man standing behind her. She was frozen in place, a gun pointed in her neck, pressing against it.

"Well, hello, Detective Spencer. You're a little late. You weren't supposed to be here, were you?" the crazy artist smirked.

"Franco."

"That's my name. Don't wear it out." Then Franco laughed. "Your buddy Dante is a very smart man – he was able to fool me for a little while. Jason couldn't do that. I tip my hat to him. He is proving to be a worthy opponent."

"So how did you figure it out?" Lucky finally spoke, keeping his gun trained on Franco.

"Now if I told you that I'd have to kill you, right? An artist never reveals his secret, or is that a magician? I always forget. It doesn't matter, one of you is going to die and it doesn't matter to me who...just as long as it sends Dante running back." He smirked.

It was Lucky's turn to smile. "What makes you think he isn't here already?"

Lucky watched Franco's eyes waver in confidence, and he blinked for the first time.

Then Franco laughed, "Good one, Detective. You had me going there for a moment. You Port Charles detectives are pretty fun to play with."

"I'm glad you think so," a husky voice came from behind him, "because we're not done playing with you."

"Dante!" Lulu exclaimed in a half-whisper, half-scream.

"Hi, baby." Dante responded. "Franco, lower your weapon."

"I'm disappointed in you, Dante. That was so predictable. Lower my weapon? Do you think I'm that dense?"

"No, but you should know that I got what I need and have no use for you anymore...and I hate playing games. I'd rather just kill you and bury your body. I know that Lulu and Lucky won't tell," Dante said matter-of-factly.

"You wouldn't do that. You're not like your father," Franco retorted.

"You're exactly right, Franco. My father wouldn't get his hands dirty but I would – and you already know that don't you," Dante responded, his voice never wavering. The other three in the room heard a metal click.

"Dante," Lucky started, "you don't have to do this. We have what we need."

"Sorry, Lucky," Dante said. "This is one scumbag that doesn't deserve justice." Then he pulled the trigger. Lulu screamed as she felt an immediate release of Franco's hands around her neck and the cold metal gun remove from her neck. She rushed towards Lucky and turned around to see Franco lumped on the floor in front of Dante's feet. Dante had a look on his face that chilled her to the core. His gaze was tilted sligtly downward but she could still see his eyes clearly. They were dark – darker than she'd ever seen them. They scared her. She still felt frozen.

"Dante," she finally whispered, "what did you do? Why did you...you're scaring me," she couldn't settle on what she wanted to say.

"I didn't. He's not dead; just in a deep sleep," he said robotically as he kept his stare on Franco.

"You're scaring me!" Lulu yelled this time.

Dante shook his head as if waking up from a daydream and looked up for the first time from Franco's body since shooting him. "I'm sorry, baby. I just kind of lost it when I saw him holding you and remembered the last time. I didn't mean to scare you," he said, his face softened and his eyes back to their normal dark-brown orbs of sensuality. He walked over to where she was standing next to Lucky.

"I didn't mean to scare you," he said softly to her as he reached his left hand to her waist, his right still dangling the gun.

Lulu reached her arms around his neck and hugged him hard, letting a tear escape her eye. She held him there for a few moments then pushed him away quickly and slapped him across the face.

The slap surprised both Dante and Lucky, with Lucky jumping back a little bit.

"What was that for?" Dante asked.

"For lying to me and for scaring me, damn it!" Lulu yelled at him.

"I'm sorry. I know this wasn't what you were expecting," he said knowingly.

"No, it wasn't," Lulu retorted as she crossed her arms and glared at him.

"Lulu, it had to be done this way," Lucky chimed in.

"You let him lie to me? Lucky, you know how I hate that. I could've held my own with Franco..." Lulu started.

"The hell you would've!" Dante yelled back. "Yeah, I trust that you would give him a run for his money but I didn't trust HIM. And I'd never put you in that position, not with the likes of him!" Dante stormed behind her and Lucky, locking the door that had been opened.

"So what now?" Lulu asked, calmly this time.

Lucky decided to respond, "We lure Jason and Sonny here to find Franco."

"How are you going to do that?" Lulu asked.

"Lucky isn't; I am," Dante chimed in.

Lulu's eye's grew wide as she remembered their earlier conversation and exclaimed, "You're supposed to be meeting Jason and Sonny at the house!"

"I am," Dante said.

"So go already! They are going to get suspicious..." she stopped as Dante held up his hand toward Lucky and motioned for him to give Dante something. Lucky walked to the couch and pulled a small video camera from under the cushions in a small hidden compartment in the couches base. He flipped it open and handed it to Dante.

Dante walked to stand next to Lulu so she could see the picture and then pointed out, "You see? There I am!" He smiled then.

Lulu was stunned at the picture in front of her.