The massacre

Chapter 1

Mac stood from the body and went to the forensics people. They were busy at work, but Mac had to know if they found anything yet. "Have you found anything yet?" He asked the leader of the group.

He turned to look at the commissioner. "Nothing yet, sir." The man told him, "But were working on it, we'll find something." He tried the positive view, but at this point Mac knew they would find nothing or something of little use.

Mac didn't trust the guys so he went to an officer on call. "Check up on the top buildings. Look for anything, gun powder, shells, bullets, anything." Mac ordered him. The man nodded and Mac left to continue to asking around the officers searching the docks.

He got nothing. Lights came their way. The medics were here. Now maybe they'd get something they could use. An autopsy wasn't much evidence wise, but it could get them going in the right area.

The body was taken away and night fell. There wasn't much anyone could do anymore. It'd have to wait for another day. Mac made sure that the "caution" paper would stay in place and that there would night watchers so no fall play happened to the scene of the crime.

But he couldn't go home yet. He had to do something else, something he hated most of all; the absolute worst thing of his job. He had to break the news to the family.

Most the time this was hard, but with the victim, it was going to be twice as worse. Carly Corinthos, Michael Corinthos, Morgan Corinthos. An emotional and radical family you have there. Carly was a very troubled, dependent young woman and Michael was just too much like his parents for his taste. He had nothing against Morgan; he was only an infant after all, but he had no doubt that that kid was going to be trouble when he grew up.

He went to the penthouse where the family stayed. The bodyguards glared at him as he went by. Michael was coloring on the dining table and Carly was picking up toys from the ground. She straightened up as his footsteps echoed across the floor.

She glared at him with hatred. "What are you doing here?" She snarled at him.

"I have some news that is relevant to you." Mac started, and Carly cut him off almost automatically.

"No news you ever bring is good news." Carly commented. "Say what you have to say and leave." She ordered him.

Mac didn't have any other choice, so he just went with the straight truth. "Your husband is dead." He told her and he turned to go as she ordered him. She was just making this easier for him, but she didn't know that.

Carly's eyes narrowed and she ran after him. She stopped right in front of him. "What are you doing?" She asked him.

Mac was tempted to roll his eyes. "Leaving, just as you specified." He replied, a little like a smart aleck.

Carly couldn't believe she was saying this. "Stay." She ordered. Mac looked back at her. "Now, would you explain your scheme here?" She asked.

Mac blinked in surprise. She thinks this is a scheme? It was almost too unlikely considering she was the one who had the schemes. "There are no schemes here, Sonny Corinthos is dead. His body is on the way to the morgue as we speak." Mac said firmly.

An angry voice shouted from behind them. "My dad isn't dead." It said and they looked around to find Michael there.

"Michael," Mac tried being reasonable here. "I know you don't want to believe me and even though I have tried dozens of times to take down your father, I am sorry for your loss." He finished.

Carly went to Michael. "I don't believe you either. I mean, I faked my own death and here I am." She said pointedly.

"This is different…" Mac said but knew he couldn't get through to them no matter how hard he tried. He just waved them on. "Step by the hospital morgue tomorrow to identify the body. You can take it when were done with the autopsy. You can take of the funeral, memorial, and burial issues on your own, whenever you wish." He just said his part and continued his movements to leave.

Carly didn't take no for an answer. "You want me to identify the body of a stranger I don't know?" She demanded.

Mac shook his head. He's seen denial, but this is crazy. "No, you have to identify the body of your dead husband and children's father, or if you can't do it, I'll stop by Kelly's and have Mike do it instead." He suggested to her.

She stuck her finger in his chest. "I told you before Scorpio," Carly took a deep breath, "MY HUSBAND ISN'T DEAD!" She told him.

"He isn't?" He decided to see and try this from the point of view of her. "Okay, then, if he's not dead, where is he? Is he with you?" He asked.

"He's not here." Carly told him.

Mac nodded. "Okay, so the last time you saw him?" He asked again, continuing his interview.

"This afternoon." Carly replied. "He had to stop by his warehouse to check out a break in that happened earlier." So she had eavesdropped?

"And, is he usually home by now?" He asked one last question.

"Usually, but there are special cases." Carly insisted desperately.

"Special cases, huh?" Mac asked, knowing he got into her worries. "Okay, I'll stop by Kelly's to have Mike identify the body." He told her and made a few more movements to leave.

Mac left without another word. It was a long day and he's done his part of the job, it wasn't his fault the family was in denial. They'd soon realize when Sonny didn't come home he was right.

It was late, nearly morning when he finally got home. He stopped by Kelly's but found it closed early. He just called Mike by telephone and left a quick message. Felicia came down the hall just as he opened the door.

"Another late night?" She asked, in her red terry robe and slippers.

Mac took his key out and closed the door, locking it. "Yeah, you wouldn't believe who was found dead tonight." He answered and after a few seconds added, "Sonny Corinthos."

Felicia was visibly shocked. "Sonny Corinthos? Someone finally finished him off?" It wasn't news that he had tons of enemies and no one would be surprised if he was found dead at one time or another

"Yeah, it's going to be a blast in finding his murderer with the number of enemies he had made." Mac wasn't looking forward to it; no one was, so he was obviously being sarcastic.

"Did you tell Carly and the kids yet?" Felicia asked, curious.

"Yeah, I did, but out of all the families I thought, they were one of those denial ones. Mrs. Corinthos threw her own 'death' thing in my face and accused me of scheming, when we all know she is the scheming one. Then the red head, Michael, came in and didn't want to believe it either." Mac sighed and sat on the couch.

"Then who's going to identify the body if no one wants to believe he's dead?" Felicia asked.

"I went looking for Mike and eventually left a message on his answering machine." Mac explained and rubbed his temples.

Felicia rubbed his shoulders. "Why don't we go to bed? You need some sleep to handle what would be tomorrow." She suggested and led them to their bedroom.

"Good idea." He said and followed her without thought.

The settled into bed and fell asleep in each others arms. Three or four hours later his cell rang unattended, crying for attention on the nightstand. He wretched away from Felicia and the thought of sleep and reached over for it.

"Mac Scorpio, commissioner here." He said and the other voice spoke on the other end.

"Sir, sorry to interrupt your sleep, but we have a problem." An officer on the other end spoke.

"What kind of problem?" Mac asked, even though he really didn't want to know.

"There's another one." He explained, but forgot the details.

"There's another what?" Mac asked, slightly rolling his eyes.

"Body, uh, correction corpse." The officer corrected himself.

Mac groaned. "Do you have the identity of the dead person?" He asked, reluctantly getting up.

"Yes, we sure do." The officer told him.

"Don't skip around the bush, tell me." Mac ordered tired, exhausted, unhappy and crabby thanks to the little sleep he got.

"Scott Baldwin" was the answer he got.