Part Four:

"What are you doing Spinelli?" Georgie asked leaning on the counter.

"The jackal is currently investigating possible suspects in Leticia's murder." The hacker answered.

"Who?" She asked in hushed tones.

"Johnny Zacharra, son of the infamous crime lord Anthony Zacharra. The Zacharra's recently moved to port Charles and the murder of fair Leticia could be some sort of message. Anthony is purportedly insane and apparently the Apple didn't fall very far from the tree. Johnny's rap sheet includes numerous offenses such as reckless endangerment, assault with a deadly weapon, assaulting a police officer, carrying a concealed weapon and most recently trespassing."

Spinelli spun his laptop in her direction "That's him."

Georgie felt her checks turn cold. It was him, the man from the roof. But it couldn't be. The man she'd met that night had been sweet and kind . But the man in that picture seemed so cold and unfeeling. "Are you sure that's him?"

"Absolutely, that is the son of darkness himself! Does the wise one doubt the Jackals prowess?"

She frowned. "No,but…well I mean you can't just judge a guy because of who his father is. It would be a same as saying that you're a bad person because you work for and live with a mobster." Georgie had no concrete reason to defend the stranger, but something in her heart would let her just write him off as just another evil soul. He was more than that. She'd seen it in his eyes. There had been hurt and anguish, but also an overwhelming amount of hope in his brown orbs.

"But wise Georgie knows that beneath the cool and inhospitable venire lies a kindhearted and affable man. Stone cold, though highly asocial, never ceases to surprise me with the depth of his compassion and the fervent love he has for those he holds most dear." Spinelli exclaimed.

"Of course Spinelli, but my point is that it's really easy to judge people but you have to get close to a person to really know who they are."

"I see." Spinelli peered at his friend for a moment. Although her words held a multitude of truth, they seemed to be filled with a little too much zeal to have come from without. "Does the wise one happen to know the septic son?"

"No, of course not!" She answered hurriedly. To her it wasn't a lie. It was more of a half truth. Three night's ago she'd met a man on the roof. Not 'the son of darkness' or 'the septic son', Just Johnny Zacharra.

At that precise moment Johnny was wandering aimlessly around the park. He knew that he wouldn't find her here. Most girls he knew wouldn't wander around the park at night, and besides, it was Saturday so she was probably still at work.

A gust of wind rustled through the trees and sent fallen leaves dancing over the grass. A large piece of paper skipped over the pavement and was finally plastered against Johnny's legs by the night breeze.

Johnny reached down and tried to straighten out the crumpled mess. It was a news paper, part of it at least. The head line caught his eye: Prince hosts ball in honor of fallen Doctor.
Most of the article was blotted out by water and dirt but, Johnny was able to decipher bits and pieces. According to the article, local millionaire and philanthropist Nickolas Cassidine would be throwing a party in honor of the late Dr. Allan Quartermaine. The party, referred to as "the social event of the year" would be held at the Millionaires estate on Spoon Island.

Johnny stopped short. He'd heard of that place before.

"Hmm." He swung both of his legs onto the roof floor. "Are you doing anything this Saturday?"
She sighed. "Um I have to work."

"How about next weekend?"

"I sort of have to go to a party on Spoon Island."

"That's too bad. I guess I' ill see you around then."

She was going to be there. On October the thirty-first he had his one and only chance to meet her. Johnny tucked the paper under his arm. He had a week to figure out how he was going to get into a party uninvited