The blonde pixie paced the living room of her apartment, wearing it down to the very last fiber. Her uber handsome husband and cop turned reality TV star watched her retrace the same steps over and over.
"I'm going to castrate that red headed bitch…"
Nathan West widened his eyes at the words his wife had just uttered against his older sister. He tried to placate her.
"Maxie honey you don't mean that. You don't. Nina was just doing her job. She must have had her reasons."
His wife spat out a few curse words and others that in the proper context could get handcuffs slapped on her. She spun and pointed a manicured talon in his face, perilously close to his jugular.
"Bullshit Nathan. I created Crimson against incredible odds and working with a an assortment of crazies not the least of which is your loon of a sister."
Nathan flinched at her choice of terminology, but didn't interrupt her. She continued, pacing more holes in the carpet with her stilettos.
"I'm going to kill the bitch. If that's what it takes to get my magazine that I put all my blood, sweat and tears away from her I'll do it."
Nathan folded her arms.
"I can't let you do it Maxie. I'd have to arrest you. You would be the town pariah because Nina is so revered in this town and is becoming the newest matriarch of the House of Cassadine though I don't like that part."
Maxie rolled her eyes at her usually charming if someone dimwitted husband's blathering about his loser of a sister. A recognized drugger of pregnant women and baby napper. Even though she was no fan of the Jeromes, she really wished they had taken her out. It would have made it much easier to get her magazine back. But she had some experience with Cassadines which shifted her thinking to realize she might not have to do anything.
Just sit back and watch the carnage. If Valentin was truly a chip off the old block and not some marked down ripoff.
She chuckled.
"You look at me as if I'm some kind of threat to her rather than the man she married, I mean she hooked up with a known cold blooded killer just to steal Lulu's child."
Nathan wagged a finger at her.
"Now you know better than that. Lulu is rightfully banished to the catacombs for trying to poison Charlotte against my sister. I don't agree with her choice of consorts but my sister's just trying to be a good mommy. She had a child of her own she lost…"
Maxie rolled her eyes so damned tired of Nina's 20 year old sob story and her box of pain. It's not like she ever went against anything truly horrible. A heart transplant, a one night stand with a serial killer, nearly marrying a psycho and more lately this horrible Man Landers crap.
That was hell on earth.
However she decided this conversation was a lost cause and it wouldn't get her magazine back. Murder wasn't an option either. She would have to come up with a new plan
Reginald heard the banshee scream for the very first time and thought it had come for him. He ran out of the room to get his affairs in order.
Oh, it's just Olivia.
She had collapsed on her knees trying to revive her beloved if underachieving husband. Her screams which shattered crystal eventually settled into moans as the truth hit her.
Someone had murdered Ned. Olivia made the sign of the cross.
"Who would do this evil act? Why would anyone want to hurt my Nedley?"
She wondered if it had been someone in this household. But no, it couldn't be. Quartermaines might not necessarily stay together but intrafamily homicide was relatively rare among their ranks.
Reginald looked ill at ease.
"It's a horrible mess. I shall get the chambermaids to clean it up."
Olivia pointed a finger upward.
"You can't I fired them. Plus we can't disturb the scene of this horrible crime."
Reginald shrugged as a harried Monica came up behind him.
"What happened?"
Olivia sighed heavily.
"Ned is no more. Darkness has once again fallen in Pt. Charles. What is the world coming to? First Sonny, and now Ned."
Two men who had cherished and loved her. There had to be a connection here.
Olivia clutched her chest with her hand.
"Someone's trying to ruin my life."
Carly smiled at the man opposite of her. Her true best friend of all time who dropped whatever he was doing or whoever he was with to help her during times of need.
"Oh you are the real Jason. I know it. Do you know how I know it?"
The steely eyed man blinked. Stared. Blinked again and then grunted.
"How?"
A man of few actions and even fewer words.
"Because you risked it all to come back to me...oh and Sonny of course. It's just tragic that you couldn't save his life."
Jason sighed, blinked. Rubbed his two hands together.
"I couldn't get here any sooner. I'll do better next time...if someone tries to kill you or Michael."
Carly knew that's the most she'd get out of him for now. It would have to be enough.
Plenty of time to prepare for the conception of the most perfect human being on the planet. The best way to honor Sonny.
She watched Jason flex his jaw and blink a couple times with a calculated smile.
Jerry Jacks had a fondness for Scotch and beautiful women, none more so than the one sitting at the table. Her eyes widened when she saw him.
"Yes it's me darling...It's been so long since we've been in the same place because they had me hanging out with inconsequential people. Though crossing paths with Bobbie brought back memories."
She nodded.
"Back when you had a different face."
He nodded.
"Back when you and my brother went off on some adventure and needed rescuing."
She scoffed.
"That's not how it happened."
He sighed putting his glass on the table. She shot it a lingering look.
"What is this about? It's been…"
He smiled, sliding into a seat across from her.
"Too long darling...since I moved a satellite for you.
She rolled her eyes at him.
"Among other things, like poisoning the entire town including my girls."
"They got the antidote, I got my money to save my own life."
She sipped from her woefully inadequate Arnold Palmer.
"Why are you here, and tell me the truth?"
He leaned back and looked directly at you.
"I know what you've been up to darling, and just want to know if I'm next on your list…"