Chapter 9
Wyndimere was bustling with activity. As the ferry came close to the island, Steven could see the police searching the grounds with flashlights. He walked across the dock toward the house when the sound of Lucky's voice stopped Steven in his tracks. "What are you doing where?" Lucky asked. "I don't have to answer that!" Steven snapped. "This is a crime scene, so you can either answer the question here or we can do this at the station. So let's try again! What are you doing here?" Lucky fired back. Steven glared at Lucky, but refused to answer. He couldn't help, but notice the toll Elizabeth's death was taking on Lucky. He looked as though he had aged 10 years overnight. The stress lines seemed deep, and the circles under his eyes were very dark. Lucky knew he was eyeing him as he started to reach for his cuffs to take Steven to the station for questioning, when he quickly came up with an alibi. "I had an appointment with Mrs. Cassadine. I am a doctor and she's a demanding patient." Lucky gave Steven the once over and started to put the cuffs on him anyway. "I answered your damn question! I cooperated and this is how I'm treated?" Steven complained. "This is a murder investigation and I want the truth, doctor! Where's your bag for this home visit?" Lucky counter. Steven could tell Lucky's patience was thin and he was at a loss of words. He generally never had to lie about what he was doing, so naturally he was terrible at it. "Damn!" he thought. Nikolas walked up on the two of them unnoticed. "Lucky, I need to talk to you." he began. "I understand that your upset. We'll find who did this to Helena." Lucky tried to sound reassuring for his brother's sake. "No, you don't understand." Nikolas continued. Lucky turned and saw his father's crazed rage in Nikolas' eyes. He turned back to Steven and let him loose. "Go home, you don't belong on this island anyway." Lucky barked at him. Then gave his full attention to Nikolas. "Do you need me, your brother, or a police officer? Do you understand what I'm asking, Nikolas?" Lucky questioned carefully. "I need my brother to listen. I'm trying to tell you what happened. I pushed Helena off the cliff for coming at Emily with a knife. She's dead, because it's what she deserved." Steven looked at Nikolas with a horrified expression. Lucky steered Nikolas in the direction of house in an attempt to find Alexis. Steven watched as they disappeared into the house. He then took the ferry back to the mainland, so he could go home. The night had not went as he had hoped.
Wyndimere was bustling with activity. As the ferry came close to the island, Steven could see the police searching the grounds with flashlights. He walked across the dock toward the house when the sound of Lucky's voice stopped Steven in his tracks. "What are you doing where?" Lucky asked. "I don't have to answer that!" Steven snapped. "This is a crime scene, so you can either answer the question here or we can do this at the station. So let's try again! What are you doing here?" Lucky fired back. Steven glared at Lucky, but refused to answer. He couldn't help, but notice the toll Elizabeth's death was taking on Lucky. He looked as though he had aged 10 years overnight. The stress lines seemed deep, and the circles under his eyes were very dark. Lucky knew he was eyeing him as he started to reach for his cuffs to take Steven to the station for questioning, when he quickly came up with an alibi. "I had an appointment with Mrs. Cassadine. I am a doctor and she's a demanding patient." Lucky gave Steven the once over and started to put the cuffs on him anyway. "I answered your damn question! I cooperated and this is how I'm treated?" Steven complained. "This is a murder investigation and I want the truth, doctor! Where's your bag for this home visit?" Lucky counter. Steven could tell Lucky's patience was thin and he was at a loss of words. He generally never had to lie about what he was doing, so naturally he was terrible at it. "Damn!" he thought. Nikolas walked up on the two of them unnoticed. "Lucky, I need to talk to you." he began. "I understand that your upset. We'll find who did this to Helena." Lucky tried to sound reassuring for his brother's sake. "No, you don't understand." Nikolas continued. Lucky turned and saw his father's crazed rage in Nikolas' eyes. He turned back to Steven and let him loose. "Go home, you don't belong on this island anyway." Lucky barked at him. Then gave his full attention to Nikolas. "Do you need me, your brother, or a police officer? Do you understand what I'm asking, Nikolas?" Lucky questioned carefully. "I need my brother to listen. I'm trying to tell you what happened. I pushed Helena off the cliff for coming at Emily with a knife. She's dead, because it's what she deserved." Steven looked at Nikolas with a horrified expression. Lucky steered Nikolas in the direction of house in an attempt to find Alexis. Steven watched as they disappeared into the house. He then took the ferry back to the mainland, so he could go home. The night had not went as he had hoped.
