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Chapter 13

Claudia Zacchara was all about self-preservation. The only person besides herself she actually cared about was John. Her father didn't even rank. When she saw Sam McCall get arrested she knew it was time to leave Port Charles. There was no way that bitch was going to go down alone. Claudia had told Sonny they didn't need her, but like most men in their world he didn't listen.

Her father would be calling for breakfast shortly so she needed to get a move on. Her first stop was her room, to get the capsules she needed. Downstairs in the kitchen she got down the jar of her father's favorite breakfast spread. The nutty taste would mask the bitterness of the cyanide she was mixing in. A few bites was all he would have to take. He'd be dead before he knew anything was wrong.

Next Claudia called Logan. He was normally her father's guard, but this morning he got a new assignment. She told him to keep an eye on John. Her brother no longer lived at the mansion because he couldn't take being around Anthony anymore. Claudia had encouraged the move because it kept her brother safe. She didn't have to worry about finding his body one night after being out. If Anthony could shoot his wife in the face point blank, then no one was safe.

Once she went underground it would be imperative that Claudia not contact anyone so the third task of the morning was to move around some money. Logan got a hefty deposit to cover his salary for the next year. By then John should be safe. John also got all the money from their father's account, to make sure he had enough to cover anything he might need. Anthony couldn't use it where he was going. The final wire transfer was for herself. An unmarked account with enough funds to make sure she was set for life. When she reached her final destination she would transfer the money once more.

She booked a flight for two hours from now and waited for the day to begin. Even though she didn't knowit, she was doing a lot of Jason's work for him.

Stan sat at the desk in his very nice hotel room, and monitored all the activity on the Zacchara computer. Logan had given him the information needed to access the machine so when Claudia logged on his laptop beeped. When she was finished and turned her system off Stan called Johnny. "She moved some money around, and then booked a flight."

"Where is she going?" Johnny was sitting in the living room with his feet on the coffee table. He too was watching the media circus around Sam's arrest. The anchor was reporting that jurisdictions from around the country were queuing up to arrest the con woman.

"Kingston." Stan had been surprised at her choice. But it was smart, the island was a tourist paradise and a great place to get lost. He was guessing that she already had something set up. "She bounced her money through six different countries, the woman has some serious skills."

"When does she expect to touch down in Jamaica?" Johnny needed to know.

"In nine hours. She is not flying direct. Her connection site is too iffy so I would go with Kingston." The tech guy advised.

"Me too." Johnny liked working with smart people. He didn't even know where the connection site was but having been to Kingston himself he knew it was ideal for a snatch. "Thanks." After hanging up Johnny would call Alexis to pass the news along.

"No problem." Stan said before hanging up. He was looking forward to this wrapping up. He missed his mom.

Anthony called for his breakfast half an hour after she packed her bags. Claudia fixed his tray like the dutiful daughter she pretended to be. She knew that her father didn't need the wheelchair that he used. He didn't know that she knew and that was all that mattered.

She dropped off the tray and when she looked in the room thirty minutes later her father was dead. "Good riddance." She said closing the door to the master suite. She didn't care who found him or when, all that mattered was that he was no longer her problem.

Claudia put her bags in her car, and drove off the grounds of the estate. She wasn't going to miss Port Charles.

John McBain was smiling wide as he walked out of the interrogation room for the final time. It had taken four hours, but Sam had given him everything he needed to bring down Sonny Corinthos. While this would have been sweeter if he was arresting the mobster for Theresa's death, this was still getting the man off the street.

The commissioner had been only too happy to assign some uniforms to keep tabs on Sonny. Wouldn't want him running before John got to him. Based on the reports throughout the day, that wasn't an issue. Sonny didn't appear to be worried that Sam was in custody. Could have something to do with the message Cooper Barrett relayed earlier in the day. The cadet was on the mob boss's payroll, something Mac Scorpio knew from early on. Today that knowledge had come in handy. In exchange for immunity Barrett had made Sonny believe that Sam was keeping her mouth shut.

Special Agent McBain signed the order for Sam's transfer. It was going to happen right away because he wanted his star witness away from Port Charles. Sonny wasn't killing her and walking. The bureau had been trying to get anything they could to stick to Corinthos. John was going to be the one to make it happen.

Looking back he watched as Sam walked between the two US Marshalls. They were taking her to a safe house in Jersey. Until the case came to trial they would move her every four weeks, which should make it impossible for Sonny or any of his friends to find her. Years of hard work were paying off. McBain would be able to tell his mother that Theresa's murderer was no longer walking around free.

"Where is he?" McBain asked Mac.

"In his office behind the coffee shop." Mac had been waiting for this day since becoming a part of the department. He just wished Taggert was here to see this. The commissioner was concerned about what would happen when Sonny went down. A power vacuum could lead to a mob war. Something that the city didn't need. Over the next few months he planned on increasing the police presence just to be on the safe side.

"Would you like to come with me?" John knew that if Mac hadn't been so accommodating this wouldn't have happened. He didn't have to turn Sam over to him, he could have let anyone of the other police departments that had called come get her.

"That would make my day." Mac said smiling.

Sonny had indeed spent his morning, and most of the afternoon, watching the news coverage of Sam's arrest. He was listening to the news anchor detail Sam's crimes, all committed before her arrival in Port Charles, and thinking good riddance. She hadn't been at all useful to him. If she had gotten Jason to come back in line his former partner would still be breathing. When Jason was with Sam he was easier to control, he followed instructions. When he was with that bitch Elizabeth he didn't listen. Now that he had no use for Sam, Sonny didn't care what happened to her. If she kept her mouth shut about him, then he would leave her alone.

Once it became clear that she wasn't going to succeed Sonny needed to get rid of Jason. It was only a matter of time before Jason found out the Zaccharas were not the threat Sonny portrayed them to be. That in fact Sonny had been working with them behind his partner's back for months. He hadn't planned on being long term partners with the Zaccharas which is why he wanted Jason to take them out. With them gone he could claim Crimson Pointe and increase his power base. But that hadn't happened, so it looked like he was going to have to marry Claudia after all.

It was not something he was looking forward to. Claudia was a power hungry barracuda. He couldn't trust her to not try to kill him the first chance she got. After they got married the clock would start ticking. She and her father were both going to have accidents in the not too distant future. John too. Sonny would get them before she got him. Then the only person he needed to worry about was that bastard Elizabeth was carrying. Once the kid was gone, no one could take Sonny's power away.

"Boss." Ritchie walked into the office. He had a message to deliver then he just needed to sit back and wait. The call from Francis had been unexpected but most welcome. Sonny was not the man he had been. Ritchie had been happy to hear that not only was he going down today, but a new power structure was already in place. Ritchie had been offered a job which he quickly accepted.

"Did you find Spinelli?" Sonny asked looking over at the guard. The little freak had walked out of the Towers early this morning and not come back. Sonny didn't know he was missing until Sam got arrested. When the Feds didn't drag him out as well a call had been placed to find out where he was. They needed to find him, because even if Sam did talk, Spinelli could make that statement disappear.

"We did. He's at Mercy hospital." Ritchie passed along.

"Why?" Sonny didn't need this. He needed the kid here.

"Head injury. He's out cold. The docs said there isn't anything they can do but wait." Ritchie told his boss. "His wallet was missing so the cops are thinking mugging gone bad."

"That's what happens when you walk the streets at that hour of the morning." Sonny just shook his head in disgust. "Go see Bernie and find out if Spinelli finished moving the last batch of money." He was going to need another tech guy.

"Sure thing." Ritchie said before walking out of the coffee house. As he got in his car two more cars pulled up. Even though they were unmarked he knew they were cop cars. He saw Mac get out of one car, and that Fed who was on the news this morning got out of the other. Francis had said things would be happening quickly. If he wasn't dead Ritchie would swear this was Jason's doing. This was just the kind of plan he would put together. He pulled out of the parking lot heading for his apartment. There was no reason to go see Bernie now.

Claudia put her oversize sunglasses on as she walked through the terminal in Kingston, Jamaica. It had been a long day of traveling but she had reached her final destination. When she walked through the sliding doors of the airport Claudia Zacchara would cease to exist. At the hotel she'd move the money again. She would play tourist for a week, just to make sure no one was following her, before boarding a cruise ship. When it made the first stop at a neighboring island she would get off and not get back on. From there she would fly to Brazil. That was where her new life would begin.

She stood at the luggage carousel waiting for her bags to come down. Once she had all three pieces she headed for the exit. Just before walking out into the tropical heat a man bumped into her making her drop her luggage. The worst part was that he stepped on her foot mashing her toes.

"I'm so sorry, let me help you gather everything back up." He said picking up her bag.

Claudia wanted to bite his head off, but she couldn't afford to be remembered. Instead she smiled. "No harm. Thank you." She said before limping off to get a taxi.

The man watched her for a few seconds before walking over to wait for his flight off the island. By stomping down on her foot he made sure Claudia didn't feel the prick of the needle. When she saw the irritated spot she'd most likely think bug bite. He doubted she would think that she'd been injected with a slow acting poison. She was already dying, in forty eight hours she would dead. And it was going to hurt. "It's done." He said placing a call.

"Thank you." Alexis said hanging up. Claudia had picked the wrong woman's child to mess with.

The two men who were transporting Sam McCall got off on the exit that would take them to the place they had picked out. Their prisoner hadn't said a word since they left the police department in Port Charles. That was good, she wasn't going to say anything they wanted to hear. "Up ahead." Paulie pointed to the slightly overgrown track. The SUV would handle the off road conditions with no problem.

"Yup." Marco turned off the headlights and drove about thirty minutes into the woods. Killing the engine he turned and smiled at his passenger. She was looking out the window trying to figure out where they were.

Paulie got out and pulled her from the car. Marco joined them. "Where are we?" Sam said looking around for a house.

"The end of the line." Marco told her.

"Does Jason know what you are doing?" Sam asked with real fear.

"Yup." Paulie said before pulling the trigger. "Let's go."

The two men got back in the SUV and head towards New York. The animals in the area would take care of cleanup.

It was almost midnight, Sonny had only been behind bars for three hours but the confinement was starting to get to him. He'd been allowed to wait upstairs for several hours before he was told that he had to go downstairs. Diane hadn't answered his phone call, and she hadn't come by the time he was done being processed. He was beginning to think she wasn't going to come at all.

Sam had sold him out. John McBain had gleefully told him all the things that she had shared to save her own skin. He was in a lot of trouble. The worst part was that McBain wasn't at all interested in making any deals. He wanted Sonny to go to jail, and based on what was in the stack of paper he had read the federal agent was going to get his wish.

Sonny had been put in a separate section of the jail. Solitary, for his own protection he was told. No one else was anywhere around which was making his claustrophobia worse. If he had someone to talk to it would help pass the time. He wasn't worried about getting jumped, no one would dare touch him.

The door opened and he was hoping it was a guard coming to say Diane had arrived. When he saw who it was Sonny crossed himself.

"Hello Sonny." Jason said smiling.

"You're alive." Sonny had no clue how that happened, but he would use it to his advantage. "Are you getting me out?" Why else would Jason be here.

"No." Jason said stopping in front of Sonny's cell. "Wow, I didn't know they had cells this small down here." He grinned as his former friend looked around slightly panicked.

Sonny saw the coldness come into Jason's eyes and knew his nightmare was just beginning. "I can explain."

"No, you can't." Jason said in a conversational tone. "You can't explain making me believe I was threat to my family so I would walk away, or trying to put Sam back in my bed, trying to kill me, or planning on killing my child and the woman I love."

"It's not what you think. Claudia played me." Sonny tried again. He would get Jason to listen, he could still get rid of the Zaccharas and spin this so he came out on top. Jason always listened in the end. He was loyal. It was the enforcer's greatest strength and weakness.

"While I think that what you have to say would be amusing, you were the best liar I ever knew, I'm not interested. My time on the island I was stuck on for the last six months helped me to see things differently. I had a lot of time to think about what was important in my life, and it turns out its not you." Jason told his former partner. "I cleaned house today. Feels good. You're going away for a long time Sonny." Jason saw the moment Sonny realized he was behind what happened today. "I'm going to make sure of it. No one is going to touch you. You'll spend the rest of your life behind bars. Every night you'll hear those bars slam shut and you'll know you can't get out. You won't ever get out." Jason was standing in front of Sonny now, and he was smiling. "I'm going to be there when you are sentenced, and I'll be the last person you see before they drag you from the courtroom. Have a nice life." Jason said before turning and walking away. He would lay down money that in the morning when the guards brought breakfast Sonny would be hanging from a homemade noose.

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