The Young and the Dramatic: Season Three
Episode 3: Alejandro is Convicted of Murder
The next morning, the sun was shining brightly over Wawanakwa City. It was ironic due to the fact that much of the town was in mourning.
At the Wawanakwa Diner, the normally happy and cheery mood was cut to a deafening silence as Momma DJ slowly made her away around the tables to fill up her customer's cups.
Noah stepped into the diner, totally oblivious to the unhappy mood. He started to whistle his favorite tune, and sat down at the counter. When he noticed everyone staring at him, he raised an eyebrow.
"Last time if I checked, people were allowed to whistle," Noah shot at them.
"Not when a tragedy like this happens," someone sitting close to him retaliated with.
The general store owner was confused at the moment; he turned over to the costumer that was annoyed with him.
"What are you talking about? What tragedy?" he quickly snapped back.
The costumer opened his mouth to speak, but Momma DJ walked over to the two, and raised her hand to silence him. Turning her head over to Noah, she said in a solemn voice.
"Staci Andrews' body was found at the TV station," Momma DJ said with a sigh, "They think she was murdered,"
Alejandro's eyes blinked and he sat up in his bed. The past two days had been crazy, and the arch villain was happy that things were finally moving on.
Stepping out of bed and throwing on his robe, Alejandro walked into the kitchen inside his apartment. Pouring himself a cup of coffee, Alejandro was suddenly startled by the loud pounding on his front door.
Raising an eyebrow, Alejandro walked over to his front door. As he opened up the door, Alejandro was surprised to see Hatchet standing in his doorway.
"What are you doing here?" Alejandro asked, his eyes widening.
"You're under arrest for the murder of Izzy Wallace," Hatchet said, and pulled Alejandro's arms behind him.
The Wawanakwa News Station was quite crowded that morning, as police officers were coming in and out of the building.
The producer was tired; he had hardly slept in the past 24 hours as he had been horrified by his old anchor's dead body being found his news station. It made him look incredibly bad, and he was upset by the fact that the body was discovered by none other than the new anchor.
Sitting in his office, the producer rubbed his eyes. Looking up, he noticed Dakota standing in his office.
"Does anyone knock in this place?" he growled, and then sighed, "Let me guess, you're here to quit?"
Dakota shook her head, "On the contrary, I was here to ask you if I could do my first news story on this," she said, flashing the producer her best, flirtatious smile.
The producer tapped his chin, and finally let out another sigh of relief.
"Sure," the producer shrugged, "Just make sure that you attack in a sentimental way. People in this town are real sensitive. There was a girl here murdered a couple of months ago, and no one took that easily,"
"Of course," Dakota nodded, and then exited the office.
Alejandro sat behind a metal table in a cold, grey brick room. A single light shined as Hatchet stared Alejandro down from the opposite side of the table.
"Why am I even here? You said that you weren't arresting me!" Alejandro snapped, folding his arms. He was rubbing his wrists as well; they were irritated from when Hatchet forcefully locked the handcuffs on them.
"I told you that I wasn't going to arrest you right then and there," Hatchet stated, "But after I did my investigation, I saw that there was enough evidence to arrest for you for the murder of Izzy Wallace,"
The arch villain's eyes widened.
"I told you, I didn't murder her. It was self-defense. She was going to kill Heather," he snapped, throwing his hands into the air.
"That's not the way Heather recalled the story," Hatchet simply said.
Dakota closed the door to the producer's office, and turned around. Walking down the hallway, she let out a sigh of relief.
"I may actually make a name for myself here," Dakota said, admiring her newly pink painted nails. As she turned the hallway, she opened the door to her dressing room. The police officers had been removed, and they deemed it as a non-hazardous area for Dakota use.
As Dakota turned the door handle, she opened the door only to find a brown-haired man wearing a red skin tight shirt standing on her dressing room.
"Who are you and what are you doing in here?" Dakota rudely snapped, as the man turned around. Noticing his attractiveness, she flashed him a smile, "Just asking, hon,"
The man rolled his eyes at Dakota's motives.
"I'm Brady Lawrence," the man said, "I'm here to investigate Ms. Andrews's death,"
Dakota raised an eyebrow, "You don't look like an investigator," she said, pointing to his choice of clothing. Brady looked down at himself, and rolling his eyes, he looked back over to Dakota.
"Investigators don't have formal attire, ma'am," Brady said, "We're allowed to wear whatever we want,"
The famemonger raised an eyebrow, and behind her back, she locked the door to her dressing room.
"Well, then does the same go for me?" Dakota asked, batting her eyelashes.
Brady raised an eyebrow, and watched as Dakota started to unbutton her blouse. He looked shocked as Dakota walked over to him.
"You know, I was the one who found the body," Dakota cooed, "Do I get a reward?"
"You sure can," Brady smirked, and put his arms around Dakota's waist. He pulled Dakota closer, and the two fell down onto the couch in the dressing room.
Noah's ears went pink.
"She's dead?" Noah stated, not believing what he was hearing, "That chatterbox is gone for good?"
Momma DJ sighed, and nodded her head.
"As annoying as she was, I'm kind of sad," the general store owner said, sighing. He took a sip of his coffee, and then looked over to the other costumers still staring at him in silence, "Oh, come on everyone. You all know Staci wouldn't have wanted you to stay quiet. Talk, talk in memory of her,"
Everyone quietly began talking again, in memory of Staci.
However, one customer sitting in the corner refused to talk. He had red hair and wore glasses. Standing up, everyone saw his lanky figure as he strode out of the shop with no words being spoken.
"Heather said what?" Alejandro repeated, dumbfounded.
"Heather Carmichael's account was that she was sitting in her apartment with Wallace and Foreman when you arrived, and shot Wallace once in the chest," Hatchet explained, looking down at his notepad as he spoke.
Alejandro shook his head.
"You can't believe that! She has amnesia," Alejandro argued, "She has no idea what she is talking about,"
"Her memory may be foggy, but it's enough to prove that you shot Wallace. And now Wallace is dead," Hatchet counter-argued, "You're hearing is Monday morning. We'll find you a lawyer that can hopefully help you out of this ditch you have dug yourself into,"
Hatchet closed the file sitting on the table, and exited the room, leaving Alejandro sitting inside.
"That was amazing," Dakota cooed as she laid her arm across Brady's muscular chest. Looking up to the detective, she gave him a bright smile, "So how is the case going?"
"Not so good. I have no leads on how Staci was murdered or on how she got here. The only connection is that she used to be an anchor here," Brady explained.
"As far as I know, both of the previous anchors have disappeared. And I guess we found out what happened to one of them," Dakota explained.
Brady sat up on the couch, looking at Dakota.
"What are you talking about?"
"The one anchor disappeared a few weeks ago, and the other one disappeared about three days ago," Dakota said, "At least that's what Liz told me,"
"Who's Liz?" Brady asked.
"The station manager," Dakota stated, "She might be able to help you. I only got here yesterday,"
Brady got up off the couch, and started to get dressed. Looking down at Dakota, he winked, "Thanks for the help," he said, and when he was dressed, he exited the room.
Dakota, grinning from ear to ear, lay back down on the couch.
"I love Wawanakwa City," she exclaimed, throwing her arms into the air.
Next time on the Young and the Dramatic…
"Cody, you have a visitor," the guard called into the cell.
The plot begins to thicken…
"So Josh happened to hop town just after Staci's death?" Brady mused, scratching his chin, "Interesting,"
Allies are made…
"Who are you?" Alejandro said, looking up at the man in front of him.
"I'm your lawyer," Noah snapped.
And those weak, may fall to temptation…
"So what do you say?" Sierra asked, "Will you accept my offer?"
A/N – I hope you all are enjoying this third season. Next week, there will be two chapters posted as I will be away in two weeks at my grandma's house with no internet connection, thus I will be unable to post the chapters.
-Reading10