My Life Closed Twice
Chapter 12: Two Penthouses, No Answers
Disclaimer: General Hospital and all its characters belong to ABC, Disney, etc.
Author's Notes: Thanks to my faithful beta reader. Please read and review!
Michael and I took the twins back inside. We avoided Mom and Mr. Spencer and took the kids upstairs.
We found Ms. Spencer trying to make her way through the box of papers I had hauled in yesterday. I settled the twins in with a basket of toys as Michael asked his grandmother if it was ok to take me out for lunch. Ms. Spencer seemed grateful that Michael wanted to distract me and promised to keep an eye on the twins. We thanked her and quickly made our escape.
Once back outside Michael led me to a sports car parked down the street. "We'll try his apartment first, but we may have to check several places," he said.
"You're the expert on Mr. Morgan," I agreed.
Michael took me to a high-rise apartment complex that would have looked right at home in the City. We took the elevator up to the penthouse floor. When we got off the elevator a man standing in front of a door to our right greeted Michael.
"Hi, Johnny," Michael returned.
As Michael turned me toward the door across the hall from where Mr. Johnny stood he explained, "We live across the hall from Jason. Johnny works for my dad."
Michael kept shooting glances at me as if he expected some strange response.
I glanced over my shoulder at Johnny and then shrugged, "At least he's cuter than the bodyguards Uncle Stephan hires."
Michael relaxed. Still he just couldn't resist muttering, "There's an image I didn't need."
I just gave him my sweetest smile. He shook his head and knocked on Mr. Morgan's door.
Mr. Morgan opened the door wearing the same t-shirt and jeans combination that he had on yesterday. Only today he had grease marks on him.
"Hello Michael," Mr. Morgan said.
"Hi Jason. Can we come in?" Michael asked.
Mr. Morgan nodded his head and stepped aside. The inside of the apartment looked the same as just about every other apartment I had ever been in. It was nicely furnished. The easel by the windows indicated that the art on the walls were home grown. The only things out of place were the pool table in the dinning room and the motorcycle engine on the coffee table.
Once we were inside Michael got right to the point. "Jason, you remember meeting Kristina yesterday?"
"Yes," Mr. Morgan said. Well this was a nice change from Mr. Spencer.
"Well we were wondering if you knew her parents when they lived here," Michael continued.
Now that Michael had gotten the ball rolling I could jump in, "My mother's name is Alexis Davis. My father was Ned Ashton."
"I knew them," Mr. Morgan admitted.
"Do you know why Mr. Spencer would come all the way to hire my mother to be his attorney?" I asked. There was no reason to ask the big stuff until I knew how much he knew about the players.
"She is the best," Mr. Morgan said.
While that had been the case at one time, his information was obviously out of date. Still, I was after a history lesson. "Agreed. That still doesn't answer why he would come to New York City in the middle of the night to hire her." I pointed out. "Also, that doesn't explain why he seems so involved with my cousin's disappearance."
"What did your mother tell you?" Mr. Morgan asked.
"Hardly anything." I responded.
"The Cassadines and the Spencers go back a long way. I don't know what is going on now," Mr. Morgan said.
"What went on then?" I asked.
"Your parents should explain it to you," he said.
I wasn't going to get anything here. Still I had to try one more time, "Mr. Morgan in the last two days I have been kidnapped, my cousin and Uncle went missing, my mother is scared, and various crazy people are approaching me as long dead relatives. Is there any way I can convince you to help me?"
"Your parents should explain it to you," he repeated.
Strike out. "I'll get on the séance right away," I assured him. "Thanks for your time."
Michael caught up with me just as the elevator doors opened. "I warned you," he said.
I nodded my head. "I could still hope that maybe not having changed my diapers may have granted him a more realistic view of me." I said.
"What about the Quartermaines?" Michael asked.
"Nope. Great-Grandfather will lock me in a tower. While the rest of the clan may object to that, they won't tell me any Cassadine family secrets without going through Mom. I think it has something to do with keeping her from telling me Quartermaine family secrets without their approval," I said.
"There isn't a weak link?" Michael asked. "When I need to find out things I usually go to Mike. I can get at least a hint of what is going on from him."
Weak link? That was it. I had the answer. "Junior," I said.
Chapter 12: Two Penthouses, No Answers
Disclaimer: General Hospital and all its characters belong to ABC, Disney, etc.
Author's Notes: Thanks to my faithful beta reader. Please read and review!
Michael and I took the twins back inside. We avoided Mom and Mr. Spencer and took the kids upstairs.
We found Ms. Spencer trying to make her way through the box of papers I had hauled in yesterday. I settled the twins in with a basket of toys as Michael asked his grandmother if it was ok to take me out for lunch. Ms. Spencer seemed grateful that Michael wanted to distract me and promised to keep an eye on the twins. We thanked her and quickly made our escape.
Once back outside Michael led me to a sports car parked down the street. "We'll try his apartment first, but we may have to check several places," he said.
"You're the expert on Mr. Morgan," I agreed.
Michael took me to a high-rise apartment complex that would have looked right at home in the City. We took the elevator up to the penthouse floor. When we got off the elevator a man standing in front of a door to our right greeted Michael.
"Hi, Johnny," Michael returned.
As Michael turned me toward the door across the hall from where Mr. Johnny stood he explained, "We live across the hall from Jason. Johnny works for my dad."
Michael kept shooting glances at me as if he expected some strange response.
I glanced over my shoulder at Johnny and then shrugged, "At least he's cuter than the bodyguards Uncle Stephan hires."
Michael relaxed. Still he just couldn't resist muttering, "There's an image I didn't need."
I just gave him my sweetest smile. He shook his head and knocked on Mr. Morgan's door.
Mr. Morgan opened the door wearing the same t-shirt and jeans combination that he had on yesterday. Only today he had grease marks on him.
"Hello Michael," Mr. Morgan said.
"Hi Jason. Can we come in?" Michael asked.
Mr. Morgan nodded his head and stepped aside. The inside of the apartment looked the same as just about every other apartment I had ever been in. It was nicely furnished. The easel by the windows indicated that the art on the walls were home grown. The only things out of place were the pool table in the dinning room and the motorcycle engine on the coffee table.
Once we were inside Michael got right to the point. "Jason, you remember meeting Kristina yesterday?"
"Yes," Mr. Morgan said. Well this was a nice change from Mr. Spencer.
"Well we were wondering if you knew her parents when they lived here," Michael continued.
Now that Michael had gotten the ball rolling I could jump in, "My mother's name is Alexis Davis. My father was Ned Ashton."
"I knew them," Mr. Morgan admitted.
"Do you know why Mr. Spencer would come all the way to hire my mother to be his attorney?" I asked. There was no reason to ask the big stuff until I knew how much he knew about the players.
"She is the best," Mr. Morgan said.
While that had been the case at one time, his information was obviously out of date. Still, I was after a history lesson. "Agreed. That still doesn't answer why he would come to New York City in the middle of the night to hire her." I pointed out. "Also, that doesn't explain why he seems so involved with my cousin's disappearance."
"What did your mother tell you?" Mr. Morgan asked.
"Hardly anything." I responded.
"The Cassadines and the Spencers go back a long way. I don't know what is going on now," Mr. Morgan said.
"What went on then?" I asked.
"Your parents should explain it to you," he said.
I wasn't going to get anything here. Still I had to try one more time, "Mr. Morgan in the last two days I have been kidnapped, my cousin and Uncle went missing, my mother is scared, and various crazy people are approaching me as long dead relatives. Is there any way I can convince you to help me?"
"Your parents should explain it to you," he repeated.
Strike out. "I'll get on the séance right away," I assured him. "Thanks for your time."
Michael caught up with me just as the elevator doors opened. "I warned you," he said.
I nodded my head. "I could still hope that maybe not having changed my diapers may have granted him a more realistic view of me." I said.
"What about the Quartermaines?" Michael asked.
"Nope. Great-Grandfather will lock me in a tower. While the rest of the clan may object to that, they won't tell me any Cassadine family secrets without going through Mom. I think it has something to do with keeping her from telling me Quartermaine family secrets without their approval," I said.
"There isn't a weak link?" Michael asked. "When I need to find out things I usually go to Mike. I can get at least a hint of what is going on from him."
Weak link? That was it. I had the answer. "Junior," I said.