He walked through the door of Greystone, only to find it empty. Over on the desk laid a handwritten note.

Went out with Maxie and Johnny.

Don't worry, Milo went with me.

Be back in awhile.

Lulu.

Satisfied that she was okay, he turned on the TV and waited for her to come home. A couple of hours later, Lulu walked through the door. It was late and Dante was asleep on the couch. As she watched him, silent tears rolled down her face. She wanted so much to let him know of the pain that burned in her heart, to tell him how sorry she was. The threats against his life surfaced to her mind, once again. She rushed up the stairs before he knew of her presence.

Early the next morning, Dante thought he would try to talk to Lulu. He opened her door a crack. She was still sleeping soundly. Not wanting to wake her, he quietly closed the door and exited the house.

Dante ran into Milo on his way out. "Hey Milo. Late night?"

"Yeah. We all went to Jake's last night. Probably shouldn't have had that last shot of tequila."

"How did Lulu seem to you? Was she okay?"

"Well, I don't know. I have to say, I've never seen her drink quite so much before. I knew that she would have one occasionally, but she was puttin' them away last night."

"How many did she have?" A mixture of irritation and concern churned inside of him.

"Oh maybe 3 or 4 shots of whiskey. I think she had a beer or two also."

"This is the second time in two days that she has done this." He ran a hand through his hair and rubbed the back of his neck, in frustration.

"I'm sorry. I had no idea. I wouldn't have let her, if I'd known. I thought she just wanted to blow off some steam." Milo looked very concerned.

"It's okay. You didn't know."

"Is there anything I can do?"

"Yeah, there is. Just keep an eye on her until I get back."

"Sure thing. Hey Dante, there's something else. She said something last night that didn't make any sense. It might have only been because she was a little out of it. She warned me to never go to the Metro Court because James might be there."

Dante looked at him curiously. "What? James? Who on earth is James and why would he be at the Metro Court?"

"I thought it was odd too. I just blew it off as part of the drunken stupor she was in."

"That may be all it was. We can't take any chances. Keep your eyes open. If you see anything strange or if she says anything else to you like that, call me immediately."

Dante mulled over this new information. Maybe it was the clue he needed to finally crack not only the case, but Lulu's tough exterior. He climbed in his car and called to tell Lucky what he had just found out.

"Hey Lucky. Milo just told me something really weird. Do you have any idea who somebody by the name of James is?"

"No. Why?"

"He said that Lulu mentioned something about not going to the Metro Court because James might be there."

"What on earth does that mean?"

"I don't know." Suddenly it hit him. "The Metro Court, Lucky, she is talking about the hostage crisis last year. James. Remember the guy who held the gun on her? James, James…"

"James Craig. "I'll run some things through Interpol and FBI. We'll see if anything has come up since last year. Hopefully, he slipped up. How much longer till you get here?"

"About another 15 minutes."

"See you then."

"Yeah." As soon as Dante hung up, his phone rang.

"Son, it's me."

"Hey Dad. I wasn't expecting you to call so soon."

"Yeah, I know. The Santiago family made some quick work of things. We've covered a lot of ground."

"Did you come up with anything?"

"Um, we did. Son, where is Lulu? Are you with her?"

"No. Not right now. Why?"

"It's probably just as well."

"What's just as well? What's going on?"

"I don't quite know how to say this."

"Say what?" Dante felt a twinge of panic set in. He didn't like this conversation and was sure he wouldn't like where it was headed.

"Son, Luke is dead," Sonny whispered, trying to stifle the sadness in his voice.

"WHAT? He's dead? When? How?"

"I can't go into all of the details right now, but by the time I got to him, it was too late. Someone had shot him. Oh man, if only I had made it there in time."

"Don't blame yourself. There was no way that you could have known." He paused for a moment, holding back the tears. He took a slow breath. "Do you know who shot him?"

"No. Not yet. Juan and I are looking into it right now. The local government isn't exactly cooperative here. Son, I'm afraid that you'll have to be the one to tell Lucky and Lulu."

"Um, I know. I just don't know how. Lulu is so fragile right now as it is. This will devastate her."

"I would do it, but I don't want to do it over the phone. They need to know as soon as possible. Do you want me to call your mom and ask her to help you?" Silence permeated the air. "Dante?"

"Yeah." He could barely choke out the word through his tears.

"Are you all right? I know how much you liked Luke."

"I'm fine. Just in shock. Granted, Luke and I didn't always agree on everything, but I knew he loved his kids. He wouldn't have wanted this for them."

"No, he wouldn't have. I'm going to talk with the Consulate in about 20 minutes. I'm trying to get everything arranged to bring Luke back to the States as soon as possible."

"Okay. I'm going back home right now to tell Lulu. Maybe Ma can help me out with Lucky?"

"Sure. You want me to call her?"

"That would be good. I'd appreciate it very much."

"Okay. I'll talk to you later. Son, I love you very much."

"I love you too, Dad."