Jack opened the double doors to the PCPD and stepped inside, he carried two cups of coffee and a bag of muffins from Kelly's in his hands. He walked across the floor of the squad room and into the interrogation room where he had left a sleeping Zander, well at least he was resting when a half hour ago when he left. Zander turned towards the door when Jack walked in with breakfast.
"Well, you look like hell." Jack remarked as he set down the coffee and the bag on the table. "Yeah, thanks." Zander smirked in return and reached for the coffee he'd been waiting for. The steam from the hot liquid refreshed him in some way as he breathed in the aroma of the coffee. "So did we make any progress since I left this morning?" Jack asked as he rummaged through the paper bag of muffins. "Well, it seems that Lorenzo likes to hire females for most of his courier work. I guess because females are less likely to get asked questions. And they seem to be girls for hire, if you know what I mean." Zander winked at Jack. "Really?" The mere mention of girls for hire peaked Jack's interest. He may be a cop but he's a man. "Yeah and it just so happens there is a girl who used to run for Lorenzo still working here in Port Charles. She could be quite useful to us." Zander checked his watch. It was too early for them to go to the club now, it wouldn't be open for patrons at this hour of the morning. "Perhaps we should have a talk with her." Jack suggested knowing his partner was thinking the same thing. "Yeah but we'll do that later, right now I think we should check out some of these other leads. We can hit the club later this afternoon." Zander handed Jack a piece of paper with quite a few names on it. Jack read down the list of leads to himself. "Zander, there are more then a dozen names on this list." Zander looked up from the file he was reading. "Yeah I know. We'll need some help with this, that's what the team from Florida is for." He closed the file and grabbed his jacket that hung on the back of the chair. Zander walked towards the door with the coffee cup in his hand. "Are you coming?" he asked Jack as his partner was still reading the list of names Zander gave him. "Of course I am, right behind ya."
Zander stepped out into the squad room in search of the undercover team from Miami. Just then he noticed the group walk into the squad room from outside. "Hey! We got work to do! You guys wanna hurry it up!" Zander called out to the group of 5 that stood in the distance chatting with another officer. "Yes sir!" they said as they rushed towards him. Zander had made copies of the list for all of them. He had planned to split them all up to follow up on the names he had. "Look, on this paper are more then a dozen names of perps we need to find. Now some are male, some are female, most of them reside here in Port Charles still. They have or still do work for Lorenzo Alcazar, so I need all of you to be careful, they could be armed." he said as he handed out the list to everyone. "I just need you guys to talk with them, don't arrest them, don't rough them up and please don't get yourselves shot at. We need to think straight out there and above all be aware that Alcazar lives here, if you see him call for back up and don't approach him, he's dangerous and deadly." The group agreed with their orders before Zander dismissed them back into the streets of PC.
"Jack!" Zander shouted not noticing Jack was standing right behind him. Jack chuckled. "You don't have to yell, I'm standing right here, Zander." He smirked at Jack. "Funny. Now what I need you to do is to go over the case files with Ric, find out everything you can about the trials, the verdicts, to see why on Earth Lorenzo is still walking this town." Jack returned a confused look. "Don't give me that look." Zander added. "Just do it." Jack shrugged in agreement. "Okay, but what are you going to do?" Jack asked as he took the file from Zander. "I am going to talk with someone I should of talked to a very long time ago." With that Zander turned and started walking across the squad room. Jack concerned about Zander being elusive about where he was going. After what had happened with his partner, it was certainly cause to be worried.
Jack was standing there only a few minutes before Ric approached him. "Morning." Ric greeted him. "Morning. Do you have some time now?" Jack asked as he noticed some resemblance to Zander in Ric. "Jack .. is it?" Ric said as he adjusted his tied. "Yeah it's Jack. Zander wanted me to go over with you some paperwork about Alcazar. Do you think you could spare me some time this morning to do that?" Jack said as he showed the file he was holding to Ric. "Yeah sure." Ric motioned to Jack into the interrogation room. "Let me call up to my office and have the clerk bring down all I have on this case." Ric offered as he picked up the receiver on the phone that was hanging on the wall near the door.
A few minutes later, a young clerk carried into the room a stack of files and set them down on the table. Jack studied the board again, thinking that there had to be something that he and Zander were missing. "This case has got you guys puzzled, doesn't it?" Ric asked as he reached for a few of the files in the stack. "Not so much puzzled, cause we know there is something, but we're just not finding it. And it's becoming a very frustrating case." Ric reached inside his jacket pocket and pulled out a pair of reading glasses. "So, where's my brother this morning?" Ric asked as he adjusted the glasses on his nose. "I don't really know. He said he was going to talk to someone he should of talked to a long time ago." Ric gazed at Jack over the top of his glasses. "You know, don't you?" Jack asked. The look Ric gave him said it all.
Zander pushed the black iron gate open, it squeaked as he pushed against it. He took a deep breathe and walked in. It had been a long time since he had been here, it gave him a chill as he took one step after the other. And then he saw it. A cold chill came over him once more, he ran his hands through his black hair and hung his head. He stepped closer and knelt down on the ground. He brushed away the debris that had collected there for what looked to be a very long time. He felt his eyes well with warm tears and his hand instinctively wiped them away.
He hung his head and said a little prayer. He wasn't at all religious, but it seemed to be the right thing to do at that moment. He swallowed hard and sighed heavily. He could barely speak two words but tried to get out what he wanted to, it seemed to be caught in his throat as emotion over took him. "Hi, Em .... It's me."