Coffee Warehouse
A few days later
Kellie was busy going through paperwork in the office when the phone rang.
"Kellie Corinthos speaking," she said when she answered.
"This is Roy Di Lucca in Miami," the voice on the other end answered.
"I hope communications between Port Charles and you have improved," Kellie said.
"Yes they have. But that's not why I'm calling," Roy said, "Tyler Scott's father has been around demanding answers."
"What have you told him?" Kellie asked.
"That we don't know quite what went on," Roy said, "which is the truth. But now he's threatening to come to Port Charles for answers. I thought you should know."
"Do you have a way for me to get in touch with Charles?" Kellie asked, "I'll see if I can't keep him placated for the time being."
"I have a phone number," Roy said, "How's your father doing?"
"Claustrophic," Kellie said, "The judge won't grant bail because he's too much of a flight risk. A court therapist attempts to counsel him at least once a day."
"And Sonny throws a fit," Roy said, "How's he taking your blood ties to Lorenzo Alcazar?"
"I don't think he's gotten past sleeping with an Alcazar," Kellie said, "It hasn't hit him yet that he fathered one."
"I can't say that fact will help your relationship with Sonny in any way," Roy said.
"Well, it's his problem, not mine," Kellie said.
"Keep up the good work, Kellie," Roy said, "I have business to attend to."
"Thanks for the heads up on Tyler's father," Kellie said, hanging up. She dialed another phone number.
"May I speak to Charles Scott, please," she said.
"This is him," the voice on the other end, "May I ask who's calling?"
"Kellie Corinthos," Kellie said, "I hear you've been giving my father's employees a hard time."
"Your father killed my son," Charles said, "I want to know why."
"The Miami employees are probably not the best source of information for that," Kellie said, "However, I'm calling to ask that you let this drop for the time being."
"So you can get your father off and cover up the murder," Charles yelled, "I'll be on the next flight to Port Charles, I assure you, to keep that from happening."
"Do not make the mistake your son did and involve yourself in things you know nothing about," Kellie said, "Take my advice unlike your son and stay away from Port Charles."
"Or what you'll kill me," Charles said.
"No, but someone else might," Kellie said, "Let's get this straight, I don't believe my father killed Tyler."
"You would," Charles said, "stick up for daddy, wouldn't you? You know my son told me about you and your need to play mob princess."
"I know for a fact that you're a lot smarter than your son when it comes to the dirty details in life, so I'll assume it's just your grief talking," Kellie said, "I suggest you talk with Roy Di Lucca, he'll tell you what most people know, I'm not in this business to get daddy's attention. As for my father's involvement in your son's death, if I thought he had actually killed Tyler, I'd be leading the lynch mob."
"Why is that, Miss Corinthos?" Charles asked.
"The death of your son will weigh on my conscience for the rest of my life for reasons I'd rather not discuss on the phone," Kellie said, "Believe me, I want justice just as much as you do."
"I would still like to come to Port Charles," Charles said.
"If I come see you in Miami," Kellie said, "Will you drop any notion of coming to Port Charles."
"When?" Charles asked.
"A week, maybe two," Kellie said, "I have things I need to get in order before I make any trips."
"If you don't come to see me in two weeks," Charles said, "I'm coming to Port Charles."
"If I can't get to Miami," Kellie said, "I'll call you. I'll arrange to meet you someplace closer, but not Port Charles."
"I look forward to hearing from you, Miss Corinthos," Charles said and hung up.
