Chapter Thirteen: Two and Two
As usual, word got around town quickly that someone had been shot, and everyone in town rushed to the hospital. Kate is indignant over the fact that the guard won't allow her in to see Lucas. "Roman," she asks, batting her eyelashes at him, "I think there's some mistake. They won't let me see Lucas." "That's right, Kate. Until we question Lucas, the only visitor he'll be allowed is a lawyer." "Damn!" Kate thinks to herself. "I need to make sure he doesn't do anything stupid like incriminate himself. He won't know what to do if I don't tell him."
Jennifer sits in the lobby, leaning her head on Jack's shoulder. She is dumbstruck that anyone could think her brother would kill someone. "I just can't believe it, Jack. Lucas isn't a killer, he just doesn't have it in him. How could anyone think that, even in a drunken rage, he'd be capable of shooting someone?" Jack doesn't answer, rather; his face answers for him. He appears extremely troubled and turns his head away from Jennifer. "Jack? Jack!" she shriekingly whispers at him, "What is it? Do you know something I don't?" Jack finally turns back to her. "Yes, I do, Jen. And I don't think you're gonna like hearing it."
Tony arrives to get information on his brother's medical condition so that he may report back to Stefano. Just as he joins the others, the doctor comes out and clears his throat. "If everyone could gather round, I'm here to publicly announce Mr. Well's private medical information to you all. As you all know, Mr. Wells was shot in the chest earlier this evening. The assailant was obviously aiming for the heart, but by dumb luck alone was off kilter enough to cause only minor damage. Even the blood loss was minor due to Ms. Brady's administering a compress on the wound so quickly. If that bullet had gone even just a centimeter off, Mr. Wells would be dead now, but as it is, he'll have discomfort and soreness for a few weeks and should be fine. We plan to keep him here for a day or two, and if all is well, release him shortly thereafter. Thank you all for your attention." Bo and Roman look at each other and think, "Off kilter, eh? Like maybe the shooter was drunk?" Tony quickly moves to the nearest potted plant so he may have a private conversation with himself without being overheard. "Dumb luck," he muses, "or incredible precision?"
*flashback* Tony is giving a tour of DiMansion. He and his companion come to the shooting range (I'm just assuming it has one because it suits my purposes) and Tony decides to show off a bit. "You know, my dear," Tony begins, "there is a certain spot where you can shoot someone and have it look like a mortal wound, but really cause little to no damage at all on the victim." He has Bart set up a target, takes aim, and fires. His guest looks up at him coquettishly. "Now, Tony, why would you shoot someone if you didn't want to kill them?" He laughs and looks over at her. "Maybe, my dear, because you want other people to think they're dead." She laughs and shakes her head. "Well, you DiMera's have turned faking deaths into an art form. Teach me?" He looks slightly taken aback, but she assures him she's no stranger to handling a gun. He is intrigued by the idea, and agrees. Bart resets the target and Tony stands behind her, adjusting her form slightly and helping her take aim. She fires and directly hits the mark on the target. "I'm impressed," Tony states sincerely, "you're a natural." "Reset the target again, Bart," she says. Bart looks over at Tony, who nods slightly. "Sure, Blondie," Bart says, "whatever you say."
"I'd be quite surprised to find out that Lucas actually was the one who pulled that trigger," Tony says to himself, walking towards EJ's room.
Sami sits in EJ's room, holding his hand with one of her own and brushing the hair out of his face with the other. "Were you scared?" he whispers to her. "Who, me?" she shakily replies, smiling and crying at the same time, "Not for a minute." With that, she gently rests her head on EJ's chest and starts sobbing uncontrollably. He brushes the top of her head with his hand, careful not to tangle his IV tubes in her hair. He sees Tony looking in through the small window on his room's door. "I wonder if Tony's worked it out yet," EJ thinks to himself. "He's not as dumb as most of the people in this town. He can put two and two together and get something out of it."