Chapter Twenty-Eight: Sugar and Spice
Kate sits in an interrogation room with her lawyer, Mr. Jones. "Now, Ms. Roberts, your son's own trial is being put on hold while he testifies at your trial, which begins tomorrow. Now, the police have solid evidence of your participation in the Franco Kelly murder. You're looking at conspiracy, obstruction of justice, and any other charge they can try to scrape up against you. As far as the Wells shooting, is there any information you can give me that would discredit your son's testimony?" Kate throws up her hands in despair. "I'm telling you, I don't know what he's talking about! I would never in a million years tell him to kill someone for me!" "But, you've helped him commit murder before." "No, I haven't! Franco was going to kill me, Lucas shot him to protect me!" "I see," Mr. Jones says, looking puzzled, "then why didn't you just tell the police that at the time?" Kate rolls her eyes and says nothing. "Ms. Roberts, if you don't cooperate with me and tell me what you know then you're just paying me for nothing. We have confidentiality. I'm here to get you off the hook, not to hang you. Now, please, I need to know what I'm working with here. If I were to go to your office right now and ask the employees there about your professional relationship with Mr. Wells, what would they tell me?" Kate looks at him bug-eyed and gives a huffy sigh but still remains quiet. Mr. Jones shakes his head and leans back in his chair. "Ms. Roberts, are you jealous of Sami Brady? Is that what this is about?"
Lucas paces in his cell. "Tomorrow," he thinks to himself, "I'll get to pay my mother back for everything she's done to ruin my life." The more he thought about what EJ said the more it made sense to him. He never had been anything but some mindless extension of his mother; a marionette with her hands on the strings, but not this time. This time, he was going to be his own man. He'd show her. "A few years in prison will be well worth it to see the look on her face," he thinks, grinning so big that his eyes scrunch up and his two front teeth poke out over his lower lip.
Sami sits on the edge of her tub, holding her hand under the running water, waiting for it to get hot. She hears a knock on her door and smiles. Quickly she grabs a towel and wraps it around herself while walking to the front door. Trying to keep the smile off her face, but doing a bad job of it, she opens the door, revealing EJ holding his hand up as though he was about to knock again. "Hello," she says, with her best imitation of a British accent, "I'm EJ Wells." She moves the hand that was holding her towel on her, letting it drop to the floor. "Oops," she says, no longer able to hold back her grin. EJ stoops to pick up her towel and comes back up from the floor slowly, taking in every inch of Sami in all her naked glory. "Definitely an improvement over the last neighbor," he says in a low voice, holding onto her towel but not giving it back to her. "Well, neighbor," she replies, walking towards him, running her hands under his jacket, pushing it off his shoulders, "I'm having a little problem with my shower head. Think you can help me out with that?"
Sami and EJ are sitting on her couch, post shower, discussing tomorrow and the beginning of Kate's trial. "Everything is going exactly according to plan," EJ says, "tomorrow will be perfect." Sami shakes her head and says, "Almost perfect. There's one key ingredient missing, but I've already worked to rectify that oversight." EJ looks slightly puzzled. "What's missing?" Sami leans over and kisses him. "Not what, my dear, who. And I'm expecting that who any… minute… *doorbell rings* now."