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Web of Deceit
Part VII
~Courthouse~
"Just a few more questions Mr. Spencer," Attler informed his witness. "Now you've testified you've known Ms. Webber for close to five years now. Is that correct?"
"Yes."
"And during this time you've probably come to know her better than anyone, is that correct?"
"We're engaged," Lucky said in explanation. "There's nothing I don't know about Elizabeth, that is until…" he hesitated. "I know her."
"Using your vast knowledge of how Miss Webber normally behaves has she been acting like herself in the last few weeks?"
"Objection your honor. Unless Mr. Spencer has suddenly become a licensed psychiatrist and has been treating Miss Webber, he is not qualified to answer this question." Alexis interrupted.
"Your honor, I'm merely asking Mr. Spencer to state his conclusions of Miss Webber's behavior as of late, and compare them to the behavior he is used to seeing from her."
The Judge hesitated for a second. "I'll allow it for now, but get to the point soon Counselor."
Disappointed Alexis sat back down, the same time Bobbie Spencer eased into the courtroom and took a seat next to her brother.
"Please answer Mr. Spencer, has Miss Webber been exhibiting any unusual behavior in the last several weeks?"
"Well," Lucky hesitated his eyes going to Elizabeth.
"You are under oath Mr. Spencer." Attler prodded him.
"She hasn't been acting like the person I've known for years no," Lucky conceded.
"In what way?"
"Objection."
"Your honor I'm merely asking what the witness observed of Miss Webber's behavior I'm not asking for him to give me a reason for it."
"Overruled. Continue Mr. Attler."
"She called off our wedding for no real reason. She ran away from me and refused to speak to me for several days. When I did finally see her, she refused to continue on in our relationship. She said we had changed."
"And this was unusual in what way?"
"Elizabeth has always wanted to see and be around me. Ever since she came to town, she has liked and wanted to be with me. Once we fell in love it only became more extreme. She fought and fought for me for years, and now that we were finally back together, she suddenly didn't want me anymore. It didn't make any sense, I mean she died for me how could she suddenly say we were over?" Lucky explained earnestly. "Something had to be wrong with her, something had to be going on, for her to just walk away from me."
Elizabeth just shook her head, if she had enough energy she would get mad, at herself for staying with Lucky for as long as she had. But she didn't have the energy, so she settled for feeling for sorry Lucky.
Luke observed his son with a blank expression on his face. His mind couldn't help but replay all the conversations him and Lucky had, had about Elizabeth. About how much he loved her, and would never, ever, hurt her. It was hard to believe that it was his son up there on the stand, deliberately hurting Elizabeth. The more he watched Lucky the sicker he became. It was almost as if Lucky wasn't Lucky anymore.
"So this abrupt change in character coincided with her return before Christmas?" Attler asked.
"Yes, she was determined to get married on New Years, and I didn't want to disappoint her, then New Years arrived and it was like she was a different person."
"Do you think drugs could explain Miss Webber's actions?"
"Objection calls for a conclusion Mr. Spencer is not qualified to make." Alexis interjected.
"I'll rephrase," Attler offered. "Did you ever see Miss Webber take drugs?"
"No," he hesitated. "Well there was that time at a rave, but those were slipped in her drink."
"So you have seen Miss Webber under the influence of drugs before?"
"Yes."
"The behavior she exhibited when she was, was it similar to how she had been acting after New Years?"
Lucky thought back to the rave, she had been angry with him, at first, then she had become amorous with him. This time she had arrived back in town and immediately crawled into his bed. Then later she became angry with him, for no reason. He had told her he still wanted to marry her, that he would spend his life with her, even though he didn't remember loving her. Yet she had still turned him down, and every time they had seen each other since then, she had put up barriers, and refused to start over with him. She was acting irrational and out of control just like she had been that night.
"Mr. Spencer?" Attler prompted.
"I'm sorry Elizabeth," Lucky whispered. "Yes," he spoke louder.
Elizabeth closed her eyes in disbelief.
Luke could only stare at him, and the little nugget in his brain that was telling him that Lucky wasn't his Lucky, began to grow.
"Is he nuts?" Bobbie whispered to Luke.
Jason clenched his fists. He couldn't believe Lucky could be so cruel to Elizabeth.
"I don't blame her for feeling out of control," Lucky went on desperately. "Normally when she feels out of control she does something stupid or she talks to me. But this time thanks to Gia, she couldn't talk to me, so she must have started taking drugs to ease the pain in her life."
"Why thanks to Gia?" Attler pounced.
"What?" Lucky paled when he realized what he said.
"What did Miss Campbell have to do with Miss Webber not being able to speak to you?"
"She," Lucky trailed off, finally realizing that what he was saying was only making things worse for Elizabeth and not helping her. He had been so sure that if he testified he would be able to explain away Elizabeth's actions. He would explain that she was just reeling from finding out he didn't love her. Once the judge knew that he would know that she never meant to kill Gia, that she was just angry and lashing out, like Elizabeth had the tendency to do.
But now he had a feeling he was making things worse instead of better.
"Your Honor can you please instruct the witness to answer?" Attler asked when the boy quit speaking.
"Mr. Spencer you are still under oath and required to answer the questions posed to you truthfully."
"Gia was the one who told Elizabeth that I didn't love her anymore. She told her right before our wedding, and that's why Elizabeth ran off." Lucky admitted finally. "I was mad at Gia too. I was angry as well, I wanted her to pay for doing that to Elizabeth."
"You may have been angry but you didn't try to kill Miss Campbell. Miss Webber was angry as well and she did try to kill Miss Campbell." Attler drove the point home.
"Objection," Alexis shot to her feet, the same time the courtroom began to buzz.
~Wyndamere~
Gia,
I don't know when or if you will ever get this letter. I asked Bobbie to sneak it to you, because I knew Nikolas wouldn't give it to you voluntarily. Hopefully one day you will see this though.
Where to start? I composed this a million times in my mind, but now that I'm finally writing it I can't remember how it was supposed to go. Story of my life I guess.
First off, I'm sorry about your injuries. I can only imagine the pain you are going through. I know how strong you are, so I'm sure you will come through this fine. But I also know how scary the unknown can be, and right now, I have a feeling you may be feeling that.
I know we've never been friends, and who knows if we ever will be. But you once did me a huge favor, and I never said thank you. You told me a truth that was staring me in the face. A truth I should have seen months earlier, but a truth I didn't let myself see until you spoke the words.
You told me that truth and I yelled at you. I called you names, I basically treated you like crap and you took it from me. Given our history, you had more than a right to say I told you so later on, yet you never did. So I guess that's two thanks I owe you. So this is late and I don't know if you want it, but thank you for being a friend to me, when my own friends weren't. Thank you for telling me the truth about Lucky.
I know that you've heard a bunch of stuff about me by now. The biggest being that I tried to kill you. I want you to know, that I didn't do this. That I would never try to kill you, I hope that you know that.
Take care of yourself.
Elizabeth
Gia read the letter twice before crumpling it in her hand. She never would have believed it if she hadn't read it with her own eyes. Elizabeth Webber actually thanking her for something. Nikolas had tried to shield her from what was going on, but she knew that he believed Elizabeth had tried to kill her. In fact she knew he was at the Court right now watching the trial.
She had been subpoenaed by Alexis to testify, much to Nikolas' horror. But when it became apparent that she didn't remember the accident, it was decided she didn't need to come. And for that she was grateful. She didn't want to go outside. For the first time she has glad Wyndamere was on an island, it kept the reporters and photographers away from her.
It was strange that Elizabeth hadn't asked for any help from her though. She knew that Elizabeth was saying that someone else was driving, yet she didn't mention that in the letter. Why didn't she mention it? Why would she bother to smuggle in a letter to her, when all it said was thank you?
It didn't make sense. She got to her feet and moved to the window, her stomach rolled around, reminding her that she hadn't eaten in hours, and she put a hand on it.
"I don't feel well."
Gia rested her head on the cold glass, while the memories played with her memory.
"My stomach and my head feels weird. Gia…"
She closed her eyes, and perspiration broke out on her brow and she was thrown back into the memory of that night.
~Penthouse 4~
"Sonny what is going on? I don't know what you think I'm lying to you about, but I'm not." Courtney informed him.
"Don't," he held up a hand in warning. "Try to play me. I know you've been lying, you know it too. But the lying stops now. What happened the night of the accident?"
"I already told you…"
Sonny stalked past her and opened the door. "Goodbye Courtney, don't ever come back."
Stunned she could only stare at him. She read the complete lack of expression on his face, along with the determination in his eyes, and realized he meant it. She turned away and fell on the area the wet bar had been, before he had shattered it. She was startled to realize it had been replaced by a flower arrangement, there was no booze to be seen anywhere. This wasn't good.
"In or out Courtney it's your choice. But if you stay you tell me the truth. You lie to me one time, and your out." Sonny informed her. "So make up your mind."
Her mind raced and she knew she was stuck, at least for now. "What do you want to know?" She asked wearily.
"The accident." Sonny closed the door and moved back to the couch.
"I ran into Elizabeth and Gia at the bar. They were about ready to leave when I joined them. I had run out of Mike's when you showed up yelling, breaking things up with him and Janine. I was angry and tired, so when I saw them it was easy to join them for a toast," she launched into the story she had prepared just in case she was ever placed in this position.
"After that they wanted to leave, and go to a new club and asked me to go with them. They were celebrating the fact that they were dateless at the moment, apparently they'd each had a fight with the man in their life. And I hadn't been to a club since I've been here, so I went along."
"Who drove?"
She took a seat next to him and didn't meet his eyes. "I was mostly sober, so I did."
Sonny wearily pinched the bridge of his nose, he had known that. He had been lying to himself for days, but he had known the truth all along. He couldn't help but taste the bitter sting that truth brought out in him.
"Why didn't you tell the truth? Why did you make it look like Elizabeth was driving? Why did you leave the accident scene?"
The questions were fired at her, but she was well prepared. "I was scared. Sonny we haven't talked a lot about my past, but I do have one. I've gotten a ticket for DUI before, in fact it caused me to lose my driver's license until I was 18. I couldn't have another strike on my record. So I moved Elizabeth into the front seat and took off," she filled her eyes with tears. "I'm not proud of what I did, but I was afraid, a little tipsy, and my head hurt from where I hit the steering wheel."
Sonny just shook his head.
"I was going to come forward the next day. I had time to think, I couldn't sleep at all that night because I was feeling so guilty. I was on my way to the police station when I saw the morning headlines. The one that said Elizabeth Webber was going to be charged with premeditated attempted murder, and I changed my mind."
She got to her feet and began to prowl the room. "How could I confess that I had been driving not Elizabeth? With the evidence against her, they would think I was the one trying to kill Gia not her. So I kept quiet, and all this stuff came out about Elizabeth. And I began to wonder if she hadn't intended on killing Gia anyway, only the accident happened before she could."
"She wouldn't. Someone set her up," his eyes were hooded while he focused on her. "Any idea who?"
If she was nervous she didn't show it. "If that's your way of accusing me of setting her up, you can just forget it. What possible motive would I have to set her up? I'd met her once, before the night of the accident, there was no reason for me to frame her for attempted murder. I knew that but I couldn't prove it, I didn't know if anyone would believe me."
"Why didn't you tell me when I asked you?"
"I was afraid. I didn't know if you would believe me. I knew you had been close to her, before. I was afraid you'd think I set her up for a murder charge. Also," her bottom lip trembled. "I know you don't tolerate people who mess up. You kicked Mike out of your life, I heard you kicked your ex out for messing up, I didn't want to be kicked out of your life, because of a stupid mistake on my part."
Sonny flinched at that. It was true he didn't tolerate very much. His double standards were never so apparent to him. "So you decided to let an innocent woman stay in jail, possibly go to prison for something she didn't do, just because you were afraid I'd kick you out of my life?"
She didn't like the doubt she heard in his voice and quickly went to work on erasing it. "I knew she was your friend, so I knew you would have Alexis defend her," she saw him wince. "Besides I knew she was innocent, so how could they convict her?"
Shaking his head at her naiveté, Sonny got to his feet. "Believe it or not innocent people go to jail every day."
"Do you understand why I stayed quiet?"
"No," Sonny shook his head. "But I can't change it. I can't change what I did either," he sighed. "So you were driving, but that was it, you didn't plant anything in her studio, or pay off the witnesses?"
Insulted she moved to her coat. "Jesus Sonny I'm not a monster. I messed up, but I wouldn't deliberately put someone in jail. If she had been convicted I was going to confess and get her out," she put on her coat. "You're not worth my time, if you don't believe that. I'm so out of here."
"I didn't say I didn't believe you," Sonny corrected quickly. "But if you didn't do those things who did?"
"I don't know? What about her ex? He seems like a whack job, and you said yourself she was pulling away from him, maybe he didn't like that," a flash of inspiration came to her and she went with it, with both barrels loaded. "Or maybe it was aimed at you."
"What do you mean?"
"Everyone knows how close the two of you are. Maybe they tried to get to you through her. Take away one of your closest friends," she hesitated. "Maybe cause problems between you and Jason."
Sonny closed his eyes at the mention of Jason's name. The threat Jason had leveled at him yesterday, was as hard for him to hear, as it had been for Jason to say. And now, that Courtney raised the thought, he realized her idea could be true. His enemies would love to split him and Jason apart. Using Elizabeth would be an effective tool. If that was the case he had a very dangerous enemy out there, an enemy worse then Sorel or Moreno could have ever dreamed of being. Instead of violence, they used the more effective tool of betrayal.
"Are you going to get that?" Courtney asked when someone knocked on the door. When he didn't answer she opened it herself. "Yes?"
"Courtney Matthews?" A young guy of about 24 asked.
"Yes."
"Here," he held out a paper to her and without thinking she took it. "You've been subpoenaed. Have a nice day." With that he turned and headed for the elevator, nearly knocking down Johnny who was just getting off of it.
Courtney frowned down at the subpoena in her hand. Damn, Alexis had moved quick.
"Come on," Sonny spoke from behind her, startling her.
"Where?"
"The Courthouse, you have to testify." Sonny headed for the elevator.
Courtney blanched. "But what am I supposed to say?"
"The truth Courtney," Sonny moved on to the elevator, and Johnny held it open when Courtney made no move to follow him.
"But they could put me in jail."
"You can run. I won't try to stop you," Sonny offered. "But I will go to the court and tell them you were driving."
"You'd turn on me?" Stunned she could only stare at him in shock.
"If you run yes. If you stay and tell the truth, I will help you no matter what. But either way Elizabeth Webber goes free today." Sonny waited. "It's your choice."
~Courthouse~
"Mr. Spencer," Alexis started off before Attler even had the time to take his seat. "You say Miss Webber has been behaving irrationally, is that correct?"
"Yes." Lucky agreed.
"And what do you deem as rational behavior Mr. Spencer?" Alexis began easily enough.
"Uh," he scratched his chin. "Acting normally, like everyone else."
"Like you have been?"
"Yes."
"So you were acting rationally when you attacked a man on the docks and tried to cut his throat."
"Objection," Attler shot to his feet.
"Withdrawn," Alexis waved a hand in his general direction and moved on. "A rational person would marry someone they didn't love anymore?"
"Well, you don't know the situation," Lucky hedged. "It's complicated."
"Okay," Alexis thought about it again. "So you were just acting rationally when you shoved Stefan Cassadine down a flight of stairs."
"Objection."
"You're honor Mr. Attler opened this area when he asked Mr. Spencer to judge if Miss Webber was behaving rationally these last few weeks. I need to know what he defines as rational." Alexis argued.
"I agree Ms. Davis, but please remember Mr. Spencer isn't on trial here, Miss Webber is."
"Well maybe he should be the one." Alexis commented.
"Objection."
"Sorry your honor," Alexis turned back to Lucky. "So where were we? Oh yes, rational behavior. Were you acting rational when you stood on the ledge of a roof and threatened to jump? Or were you acting rationally when you plunged a needle into your father's chest…"
"Objection."
"A needle filled with a drug you thought would kill him."
"Objection." Attler cried again.
"Ms. Davis," the Judge began warningly.
"Or was it rational when you made a shrine to Miss Webber, full of photographs, then conveniently forgot Miss Webber's presence in your life for five years?"
"Ms. Davis." The Judge brought the gavel down with a bang.
"Yes your honor?" Alexis looked at him blankly.
"Come here," he ordered and waited for her and Attler to join him. "There isn't a jury for you two to try to impress. There is only me, and I don't impress easily. So let's cut the cheap theatrics."
"You're honor, the only evidence the State has offered as motive for my client to kill Gia Campbell, is the testimony of Mr. Spencer. The defense needs to be able to show the fallacy of his testimony. We are talking about convicting someone for attempted murder on the testimony of a jilted lover after all."
"You are forgetting the journals and pictures we found in her studio documenting her stalking of Miss Campbell and planning her death for weeks." Attler retorted.
"Journals that were typed on a machine my client has never seen before. Journals and photos that have no fingerprints on them at all," Alexis shot back.
"Enough," the judge waved them away from the bench. "Ms. Davis you may proceed, but tread carefully, the leash I'm giving you is very short."
Alexis nodded, satisfied her point had been made she moved on. "Those instances I asked you about, were they done with you in a rational frame of mind?"
"No," Lucky shook his head in disgust. "You know I was brainwashed then. I would never do those things, unless I was forced too."
Alexis saw the judge lean forward in interest and was glad. "Brainwashed?"
"Yes Helena Cassadine and Cesar Faison brainwashed me with a large diamond called the ice princess and they basically controlled my mind for a year and a half until I finally broke free of them."
Attler smothered a groan.
"You broke free," Alexis nodded. "Can you tell me how you did that?"
"Several ways, Elizabeth helped me the first time, when we found out the trigger that Helena was using to control me."
"That was?"
"Protect your queen. She said that and I went in a trance," Lucky explained.
Alexis moved away from him and studied the gallery of spectators, most were shaking their head in disbelief. It confirmed her belief that if they lost and did appeal, a jury would help her win on retrial. "Did you fight it anyway else?"
"Well one night on the docks, when Helena confronted me I ignored her by singing."
She turned back to face him. "Singing what?"
"Take me out to the ballgame."
Laughter broke out in the courtroom and Attler reached for his water pitcher. This wasn't looking good.
Lucky reddened at the laughter. "I also went to therapy."
Finally, Alexis thought, smothering her own smile. "You saw a psychiatrist?"
"Yes for awhile I saw Dr. Kevin Collins."
"You said for awhile, you are no longer seeing him?"
"No, I'm fine now."
"Oh," Alexis moved closer. "Did he tell you that?"
"No. I just don't need anymore help."
"Did he agree to that? Dr. Collins I mean, did he agree that you were," she spread her arms. "Cured?"
"Not really," he shrugged dismissively.
"So he wanted to keep seeing you?"
"Yes."
"But you felt like you didn't need his help anymore."
"I told you I'm cured." Lucky said through clenched teeth.
"Cured," Alexis nodded. "So even though a trained professional has said you still need medical help, you think you're cured?"
"I am," he cried loudly, before trying again. "I'm fine now."
"If you say so," Alexis rolled her eyes. "Singing must do wonders."
"Objection."
"So again back to what you consider rational," Alexis hurried on. "You saw nothing wrong, with sleeping with a woman, lying to her that you loved her, and marrying her, when the whole time, you didn't love her? That was completely rational to you?"
"No, yes," Lucky trailed off in confusion.
"And when she found out that you didn't love her, and walked away from you. You decided that was irrational on her part. Is that true?"
"Uh," he looked at Elizabeth searching for the answer there, but her expression was cool. "Yes," he said finally.
"I bet you were angry at Miss Campbell for telling Elizabeth you didn't love her," Alexis mused. "In fact you testified you were angry at her."
"She had no right butting in to our relationship. If she had kept her mouth shut Elizabeth and I would be married right now, and this mess would have never happened."
"You're right you would have succeeded into tricking Elizabeth into marrying you," Alexis agreed. "But Gia Campbell interfered didn't she," she moved closer to Lucky. "That had to make you mad. So mad in fact, you wrecked your mother's house didn't you?"
"I was upset," Lucky admitted tersely.
"Mad enough that you threatened Gia Campbell?"
"I was angry."
"You're a photographer correct?"
"What?" Jarred by the new topic he looked at her blankly.
"You're employed at Deception as a photographer, isn't that correct?"
"Yes."
"And as that photographer, your primary responsibility is to take pictures of Gia Campbell, is that correct?"
"Yes," Lucky began to breathe a little easier.
"Do you ever bring your work home with you? I mean pictures of Miss Campbell?"
"Yes, sometimes."
"Did you ever bring your work to Miss Webber's studio?" Alexis asked casually.
"I guess, she would paint and I would check stills," Lucky shrugged.
"Do you have a key to Miss Webber's studio?"
"Yes."
"What happens when you get mad Mr. Spencer? Do you lash out at people?"
Lucky jolted at the abrupt change in questioning. "What?"
Alexis picked up a file from her desk. "I have a police report here, detailing an incident involving you and Nikolas Cassadine. It seems you got mad at Mr. Cassadine and had a fight. He ended up falling down a flight of stairs and being admitted to the hospital."
"Objection. Your honor things that happened to Mr. Spencer years ago, have no bearing on what is happening now. In fact this whole line of questioning, has no relevance to the charges against Miss Webber."
"You're honor the defense contends that someone is setting Miss Webber up. Whether you believe that is up to you, but we should be allowed to provide evidence supporting our claims," Alexis countered.
"You may continue," The Judge ordered.
"That was a long time ago," Lucky defended himself before she had a chance to talk. "Nikolas and I get along fine now."
"I bet he's relieved to hear that," Alexis moved closer. "You got mad at Jason Morgan once, and ended up attacking him with a knife, correct?" She moved closer to Lucky.
"Yes, but," Lucky began to rub his head. All these questions were confusing him.
"You got angry at Gia Campbell, what did you do to her?" Alexis asked.
"Nothing," Lucky shouted and surged to his feet.
"Be seated," the Judge ordered.
Alexis backed away from him and looked at the judge. Who was frowning at Lucky. She had damaged Lucky's credibility, but she wanted it all gone. "You originally fell in love with Miss Webber, when you helped her overcome a traumatic incident, isn't that correct?"
Elizabeth tensed in her chair, she felt something touch her hand and looked down, and saw Jason's arm sticking through the bar, his hand next to hers, grateful she took it.
"Yes." Lucky said cautiously being wary of a trap.
"You're big push since Elizabeth walked away from the wedding is to recreate the past. Isn't that true?" Alexis asked.
"Yes, rebuilding our relationship, remembering the good times."
She nodded thoughtfully. "But Elizabeth has been resistant to that hasn't she?"
"Yes," Lucky nodded. "That's why I know she hasn't been acting like herself, because she hasn't wanted to give me another chance."
"That must have hurt you."
"Yes, but I knew she was hurt too."
"Did it make you upset?" Alexis asked.
"Sometimes," he nodded.
"So you've been trying to recreate things from the past, and she has been resistant, wanting to look at the future instead," Alexis moved so she was shielding Elizabeth from his view. "But a future wouldn't have you in it, would it?"
"Of course I would be in her future, we're a permanent lock."
"A permanent lock, one that was partially formed because you once helped Miss Webber through one of the worst times in her life."
"Yes," Lucky nodded enthusiastically. "Exactly we're permanent because of the past."
"But you're permanent lock was broken, when you fell out of love with her, wasn't it?"
"I didn't fall out of love with her, I was brainwashed and they took my memories of loving her away."
"So you don't remember the past?"
"No I remember, I just can't remember the feelings, that's what's so frustrating." Lucky scratched at the fuzz on his chin.
"So since you can't remember the past maybe you decided to recreate it, instead," Alexis theorized. "She fell in love with you originally when you helped her through a bad time. Now she was going through a bad time again, but this time it was one of your making."
"Is there a question coming anytime soon?" Attler called out crossly.
"So you needed another problem for Elizabeth, one you could help her fix. One you could fix for her. Right?"
Lucky didn't answer.
"That is what you've said to Elizabeth every day since the accident isn't it? That you would fix this for her, if she would forgive you? Isn't it?"
"Elizabeth how could you tell her?" Lucky tilted his head to look past Alexis at her.
Alexis shifted. "How could you fix it for her Lucky?"
"I just meant I would help her," Lucky brushed at the tears on his eyelashes.
"But how could you?"
"Objection asked and answered." Attler got to his feet.
"Could you fix it, because you were the one framing her in the first place?" Alexis asked. "You wanted her back, she was saying no. You were mad at Gia for ruining everything. You thought of a way to get even with Gia, and also to get Elizabeth back. All you had to do was frame her for attempted murder." Alexis spoke quickly. "Right Lucky."
Lucky could only shake his head. "No I couldn't do that to her."
"Like you couldn't try to kill your own father?" Alexis asked.
"Objection." Attler cried.
"I have no further questions your honor." Alexis said.
"The witness is excused."
Alexis looked from Lucky's miserable expression to the Judge's thoughtful one, then turned and saw the furious expression on Attler's face. Overall she thought that had gone pretty well. She had definitely shattered Lucky's credibility and also pointed a finger in his direction as the person responsible for this. She smiled at Jax who gave her the thumb's up, then moved on to Luke.
He knew she had to go after Lucky. He had been involved in the planning stages. But he hadn't known that she was going to try to portray Lucky as the guilty party. Luke's face was expressionless, which surprised her, his eyes were locked on his son and it looked like he was trying to puzzle something out.
Lucky, feeling extremely violated, remained in the witness box for another minute. He finally got to his feet and began to shuffle towards the gallery. He looked at Elizabeth with a pleading look on his face, but she looked away. His eye fell on her hand, which was hidden by Jason's, and his gut clenched, with a sigh he moved into the courtroom and took a seat by his brother.
"Does the state have anything further?" The Judge asked.
"No your honor, the State rests." Attler replied.
"Very well," the Judge looked at his watch. "Call your first witness Counselor."
Alexis got to her feet, round two was about to begin. "The defense calls Foster Burbank to the stand."
~Docks~
"When will you get in town?" Roscoe asked.
"We should be there in an hour. We're heading straight for the court."
"Morgan will be there, it should be interesting."
"I know, look she's coming I need to go," he replied and hung up.
Roscoe studied the water thoughtfully, soon all of Port Charles would be his. Courtney's plan was a good one, but a man had to hedge his bets. Plan b was a doozy, and it would be arriving in an hour. He couldn't wait for the fireworks to begin.