"Come on guys, where is she?" Charlie asks.
"Charlie, we need to talk." Says Bobby putting his arm around Charlie and urging him back onto the elevator. Alex follows behind.
Once back at the penthouse Alex excuses herself and goes to their bedroom and takes a shower and dresses. When she exits the bathroom she finds Bobby sitting in a chair with his head in his hands. "How did it go?" She asks.
"He wasn't very receptive to my theory." Bobby says, raising his head to reveal a bruise on his jaw.
"Oh Bobby, he punched you?" Alex questions, entering back into the bathroom. She returns with a cold washrag and kneels next to him. Gently she presses the cloth to his jaw.
"He freaked out when I told him what she was wearing. He didn't act all that surprised, but was angry that she had the nerve to bring out her true colors in public. The problem is he took out his anger on me. Oww..." Bobby hisses in pain.
"Sorry. If I could get my hands on that Terry I'd string her up by her fingernails. Have you seen how long they are? They could be used as a murder weapon." Alex growls.
"That's my Alex, always protecting me." Bobby sighs, taking the cloth from her and tossing it across the room. He glances at his watch. "It's already seven and we're due at the brunch at eight. I'm going to go get dressed and then we can go down to the banquet room." He gets up to get some clothes when they hear arguing in the next room as a door slams. Bobby raises an eyebrow at Alex as they both approach the door. Bobby cracks the door an inch as they strain to hear the chaos.
"Where the fuck were you?" Charlie yells.
"I don't have to tell you where I was! I'm with you all day, that was the agreement remember? I don't have to answer to you and if you don't like it you can give me my money now and I'll leave!" Terry yells back. Just then the detectives hear a scuffle. "Get your hands off of me!" Terry yells.
"Shut the hell up!" Hisses Charlie. "I swear to God if Bobby and Alex hear anything you've said you are going to be sorry."
Just then Bobby chooses to swing the door open. "Is there a problem Charlie?" Asks Bobby, suspiciously.
"No, no not at all." Replies Charlie nervously. "You know how it is, Bobby. Little premarital arguments. The best part is making up." He puts his arm around Terry and pulls her to him. She gives him a drop dead look.
"Everything okay, Terry?" Asks Alex, popping her head around Bobby.
"Yeah, sure everything's great." Terry forces a smile.
"Listen, Bobby I'm sorry for decking ya. I just lost it. What can I do to make it up to you?" Charlie asks, drawing the attention away from Terry.
"Forget it. Just be ready with your checkbook tonight. The breakfast starts at eight o'clock." Replies Bobby. " I was just about to change my clothes. I would suggest you do the same." He gives Terry a once over.
Terry puffs her chest out slightly and gives Bobby an appreciative look that both Alex and Charlie notice.
"You're absolutely right. Come on sweetheart lets get ready so we don't keep the Gorens waiting." Charlie ushers Terry into their bedroom and shuts the door.
"I think Charlie is losing it. He must be so embarrassed with her behavior." Alex says, bluntly.
Bobby closes their door to turn to look at her. "I can't put my finger on it, but something is not right with them." He goes to his drawer and pulls a blue button down shirt out with some clean underwear.
Alex's eyes follow him to the closet where he pulls out a pair of slacks. "And you haven't noticed this before? Bobby we know something is not right with them. Their engagement is obviously in jeopardy. They haven't even gotten married yet and they already need a marriage counselor."
"No, that's not it. There is something else that doesn't make sense." Bobby turns to enter the bathroom. "After breakfast I think we should give Haynes a call and see if he can do a little background check on Terry. If that's even her real name."
Alex frowned. "You want to call in our favor from Haynes just to check up on Terry? And who else would she be, Bobby?"
"She isn't Mother Teresa, that's all I'm really sure of." Bobby mumbles, shutting the bathroom door.