Two days after getting out of the hospital, everyone was going to dinner at the hotel restaurant. Paul had a lead on who may have thrown the bomb into the house. Perry went with him. Much to Della's dismay. It was almost dinner time and Perry still wasn't back. Della became more worried the later it got. There was a knock at the door and she had hoped that Perry had forgotten his key. "Tony," she said when she opened the door. "I hadn't realized what time it was." Della let everyone in, "have a seat."
"What's wrong?" Tony asked.
"What makes you think something's wrong?"
"I can tell by the way you look. Anyone could," he answered.
Della sighed, "Your father went out to investigate a lead and he's not back yet."
"How long ago did he go out?" Angela asked.
"Six hours ago," Della answered.
"Six hours?! Did you call someone?" Tony asked.
"Who am I going to call? He hasn't been gone long enough to file a missing persons claim."
"You could have called me."
"No, I couldn't. I don't know what dangerous situation he's gotten himself in this time."
"How long have you been pacing?"
"I don't know."
"Well, at least let me pace for you." He took Della by the hand and led her to the couch. "You have no idea where he could have gone?"
"No," Della answered.
Perry walked through the door, "hey, you're all here," he said happily.
Della quickly stood and went over to him, "where the hell have you been?"
"What?"
"Perry, you left six hours ago. You haven't called. I was worried sick."
"Six hours?" he looked at his watch, "I'm sorry, darling. I guess I hadn't realized how late it was."
"You need to stop this. Stop going out and putting yourself in harm's way. You've always done this. You're a lawyer, not a cop. I just can't take this anymore," she stopped when Perry pulled her into a hug.
He held her tightly as she released all of the emotion she had been holding in. "I'm sorry," he said softly.
"Me too," Della said, "I shouldn't have spouted off like that."
"You had every right to."
Della looked at everyone, "I think you all should go to dinner without us."
"Why?" Tony asked.
Della looked at her husband. "It's safer that way," Perry answered.
"I don't understand," Tony said.
"I'm so sorry," Della began to get choked up. "It's my fault your children were in danger."
"What are you talking about?" Angela asked.
Perry took over for his wife, "the explosion was deliberate. It was made to only affect a small area. That's why it didn't hit anyone else."
"How is that nana's fault?" Samantha asked.
"We believe she was the target." Everyone gasped, "she was the only one you could see through the window."
"Who would do such a thing?" Angela asked.
"That, we don't know."
"Until we find out," Della said, "you all need to stay away from us. I won't have something happen to any of you."
"But," Angela was ready to argue, but Tony stopped her.
"Alright," Tony said, "but I want you both to call if you need anything. I mean it."
"Thank you," Della said as she hugged her son.
Everyone hugged the couple, except Samantha. She was angry that her grandparents had told her to stay away. Once they were all gone, Perry locked the door.
That night, Paul was going over what he had found with the couple. They heard glass shatter and shooting begin. Perry and Paul quickly got to the floor. Perry pulled Della down and held her closely. Paul managed to get to the phone to call the authorities. "Are you two alright?" he asked.
Perry looked at his wife, "yes," she said softly.
"Yes," Perry told Paul. The police quickly arrived and checked out the room and the building across the street. Tony and everyone stayed in their suite but had a feeling which room the shots were fired into. "Paul, help me get Della off the floor, will you?"
"Sure," the two helped the woman to her feet. Della winced and nearly fainted.
"Hey, take it easy," Perry said.
"Perry," Paul said in a panic.
Perry looked and noticed his wife bleeding from her chest. The woman had kept her hand there so he hadn't noticed it before. He caught her just as she began to collapse. Della quickly lost consciousness.