Will could hear the opening bars of "Belle" coming out of Arianna's bedroom as Abigail closed the door. "How much work do you think you can get done during Beauty and the Beast?" she asked, taking the cup of herbal tea he passed to her.

"Plenty. Listen, Abigail, I can't thank you enough for everything you've done for us while Sonny's been gone—"

"But you're ever-so-politely kicking me out. It's okay, I can take a hint."

"I was hoping you and the baby would take a much-needed rest, actually."

"Is someone afraid of our big bad aunt?" Abby chuckled as Will immediately raised his hand. "Seriously, though, getting my eight straight is a lot easier now that I'm back at Mom's house. No more red and green lights haunting my dreams."

"Just backstabbing ex-boyfriends," finished Will. "I wish I could tell you for certain that Ben wasn't the one who swiped your ID, but the best I can do is have the rest of your stuff out of the apartment by this afternoon."

"Thanks, I appreciate it." There was a noise in the hallway. Abigail put her teacup down and looked through the keyhole. "What's she doing here?"

"Who?"

"Officer Lani Price, Salem PD." The woman unclenched her about-to-knock fist and offered her hand to Will. "Mind if I come in, Mr. Horton?"

Will hesitated. "Do I know what this is about?" he asked, but Abigail shrugged as she took a seat on the couch.

"It's probably about JJ baiting Eve Donovan again," she replied, then turned to Lani, adding, "I can try to talk some sense into him, but you know by now he has a mind of his own, or you would know that if you were keeping track of him."

"Relax, your brother wanted to have a private talk with DA Kiriakis. JJ confides in you, doesn't he? I'm sure Ben Weston did as well."

"Not anymore. See, trust kind of implodes when someone gets obsessed enough to track the supposed love of their life's every move."

Lani sighed, debating whether she should ask what Will was sure was a loaded question. "Could I possibly…see your phone?"

"Not without a warrant, you can't!"

"Miss Deveraux, this may be crucial to cornering Ben Weston..."

Will spoke before Lani could go any further. "She just told you the tracking was the other way around. You're not going to get anything here, except a complaint to the commissioner, if you keep going. Or as I like to call him Grandpa."


Justin led JJ into his office. "To what do I owe the pleasure? I'd love to have a sit-down conversation, but I'm afraid you're gonna have to make this quick."

"Abby's been spending all of her time with Will and Ari because she promised Gabi she would look after them while Sonny was visiting Alex. Does that sound like some kind of hardened drug lord to you, Uncle Justin?"

"All I can tell you is that Seth Burns has yet to file charges."

"Because there won't be any, or because he just hasn't done it yet?"

"I don't know, JJ. What I do know is I have an entire police force poised to arrest Clyde Weston."

JJ's threw up his hands. "You guys don't have Weston yet?"

"Don't worry, it's only a matter of time before we find him."

"Yeah, you'll find him," JJ shouted. "You'll probably find him in Paige's hospital room trying to finish her off!"

"That's not gonna happen." Justin put a reassuring hand on JJ's shoulder.

"How do you know?"

"Because Shane Donovan has that place guarded to the hilt."

"Then how'd I get in there to visit her for ten minutes before anyone noticed, huh? Your phone's ringing "

"I hear it. And you need to hear something too…very clearly. The last thing your mother needs is both of her children in trouble."

JJ let out a bored sigh. He was not in the mood for lectures, so he slipped out while he uncle was distracted.

"Justin Kiriakis. Which cell tower? So the fugitive and his son on Smith Island."


It had taken twice as long to drive to the docks this way and JJ almost missed the ferry, because Roman had ordered roadblocks on all of the main highways for five miles. Luckily, for JJ, he and Abigail had spent their childhoods exploring back roads and winding pathways, so he had an inkling of where to go.
"Put your hands up!"
"Okay," JJ whispered. "Okay, I'll do whatever you want."