Part 12
- Hartford Critical Care and Clinic - Newport, RI -
Ric knew he could trust the owner of the clinic, he did, after all, have the man over a barrel.
He watched the orderlies move Elizabeth into one of the examination rooms before he turned to Dr. Scoville. "Here's what's going to happen. You're going to admit her as a Jane Doe. You save her. You save her baby. But no one... NO ONE knows her real name."
The doctor swallowed hard. "But what if she talks... says something... I can't-"
"Sedate her!" Ric hissed the order and looked about to make sure that no one could hear them. "I have arrangements to make."
The doctor watched him leave and then hurried after the gurney. He had to keep a close eye on the woman and administer a sedative the instant he thought she might reveal something he'd regret.
-Outside the Metro Court -
Cruz shook his head. "If this is right, I may take back everything I've ever said about you."
Spinelli looked up from his laptop at the Detective. "What have you said about me?"
Sighing, Cruz pointed at the screen. "These lights are all cell phones?"
Looking at the line map of the MetroCourt, a wire-frame image just like the ones from video games and cheesy sci-fi movies, Spinelli nodded. "Yep. My computer is patched into the nearby cell phone towers. All the phones on are listed right here." He pointed to one that pulsed red. "That one is my boss. That's Stone- errr... that's Jason."
Cruz looked carefully at the diagram. Is he in the elevator?"
Spinelli shrugged. "Looks like... you better get him out quick, though."
"Quick? Why?"
Spinelli pointed to the blue light beside the red. "That's Lucky Spencer... and the two of them together..."
Cruz picked up his walkie. "Okay, we've got two people trapped in the elevator..."
-General Hospital -
Mac pressed a kiss to Robin's forehead and headed back to his car. Maxie, for all he knew, was still trapped in the hotel. According to Cruz, that crazy kid that Jason Morgan kept around had found a way to locate people in the Hotel. The rescue crews were using his directions to find survivors.
He knew that Spinelli would be able to find Maxie... he had to.
- The Warehouse -
As soon as they arrived, Sonny set Carly down at one of the tables in the coffee shop and went to work. Guards and other men filed in and out of the office to get orders and bring information back to Sonny. The head of the family was getting more and more agitated. Jason wasn't answering his phone.
Muttering under his breath, Sonny shook his head. "He better have a damn good explaination... he better be dead..."
-Coffee Shop -
Carly picked up her phone and looked at the numerous messages that had come in while they'd been hostage. She'd somehow bumped the button for mute and realized that she hadn't heard the phone ring at all. She scrolled right past Jax's number and dialed Jason.
-Metro Court Vault -
Maxie curled up in a corner of the vault, trying very hard not to cry. She didn't want to make a noise. Not again.
When she'd been locked in the vault she'd screamed bloody murder for someone to let them out. She'd screamed and ignored the man's warnings, convinced that her voice was loud enough to get them help.
That was until he'd knocked her into the wall with a backhand to shut her up.
Then an hour later, when they realized that no one was coming back for them he wanted to make up. She'd shoved him away and even tried to give him a good ol' fashioned knee to the groin until he'd grabbed a handful of her hair and showed her exactly what he thought of mouthy self-important women.
He'd finally sat down and closed his eyes, his hand gripping his gun, and told her to get some rest of her own.
She wished that the ceiling would open up and crush him to death.
- General Hospital -
Monica exited Alan's room, having left him sleeping peacefully thanks to the morphine, and watched as Kelly Lee paced at the nurse's station with her phone to her ear. As Monica drew closer she heard the OB repeat over and over. "Pick up, Liz... Pick up!"
- Hartford Critical Care and Clinic - Newport, RI -
Dr. Scoville approached Ric and waited for the DA to notice him.
"What?" Ric's tone snapped cold and hard at the doctor.
"We've got her on several medications trying to stop the contractions, but her vitals are off the charts."
"She's been a little busy tonight," Ric's patience was thinner than usual, "I saved her from a bad situation... you've got to do the rest. You CAN do it, can't you, Scoville?"
The doctor drew in a shaky breath. "I'm doing all I can, but..."
"But what?"
"If we stop the contractions by some miracle... she'll need to be on complete bed-rest for the rest of her pregnancy.
Ric thought through the man's words. "I can do that... YOU can do that, Scoville.
"I don't know if I can hide her here for that long... people will start asking questions."
A steely calm settled on Ric and he looked at the doctor with open malice in his expression. "If people start asking questions about her that you can't answer... I'll just have to tell him about that little problem you had... you know, the one where you funneled your department's funds into a little off-shore account?"
A muscle ticked in the man's jaw. "Fine... you'll get what you want..." He turned and went back into Elizabeth's room.
Ric watched him go and looked at an incoming text message.
E. Keenan:
On a plane
Will call when I reach US
"Oh, I'm finally going to get what I want... everything that I want."