"Thank you, Warden," Shane said, as the prison warden left his office. It had taken pulling a few strings, but Shane did not want to have this talk with Lawrence Alamain through plexiglass.

He waited alone in the office for about 15 minutes. Then the door opened and Lawrence entered, followed by one of the prison guards.

"Ah, Captain Donovan," Lawrence said. "To what do I owe the pleasure of your visit?"

Shane wanted to slap that smug expression off Lawrence's face, but he fought to remain calm. "You crossed a line, Alamain. You want to go after me, that's fine. Or Bo. Fine. But when you try to hurt a child, that's going too far."

Lawrence responded with a bemused look. "I don't have the slightest idea what you mean."

"My son, Alamain. Your hitman tried to kill my son this morning and one of your goons tried it the other day." Shane stepped toward Lawrence, but his expression did not change.

"Andrew?" Lawrence shrugged. "He's such a nice boy. Why would anyone want to hurt him?"

"Don't play games with me," Shane said angrily. He was struggling to control his fury. He was not going to let Lawrence stand in front of him and play dumb. "I know you're behind this."

Lawrence turned away. "You're wrong, Captain, but let's say - hypothetically, of course - that I was. What evidence could you possibly have against me? I've been locked up, thanks to you. Perhaps you're just imagining this threat against your son, because you now know I couldn't possibly have done what you suspected me of doing."

"What do you mean?" Shane's eyes narrowed.

"Why Steve Johnson, of course." Lawrence turned back and smirked. "Weren't you and Mrs. Johnson heading the mob that wanted to lynch me for his death? Now we know who was right and who was wrong. Obviously, I could not have killed Mr. Johnson if he is currently alive and well in Salem."

Shane shook his head angrily and clenched his fists. "You arrogant-"

"Uh huh," Lawrence said. "I'd watch my temper or our friend here-" He motioned toward the guard. "He might have to remove me for my own protection."

That's where you're wrong, Alamain. Shane tried to regain his composure and chuckled. "Oh, I wouldn't plan on that, Alamain. Just like I wouldn't plan on getting away with what you did to Steve. You may be right that he's alive, but you and I both know you're responsible for what happened to him."

"Again, Captain, these fantasies of yours have no basis." Lawrence shook his head and continued to smirk. "I wonder if I should report them to the ISA. They would have to be concerned if one of their leading agents is suffering delusions. First about me wanting to kill a child - your son no less - and then about me having something to do with Mr. Johnson's disappearance. Or perhaps these fantasies are just your way of dealing with how empty your life must be now that Mrs. Johnson has her husband back."

Lawrence took a few steps across the room. "You know, that must be it," he said. "You must spend all night in that empty bed of yours dreaming up new fantasies about me. Or is that how it's been all these months? Did you ever manage to get Kayla into your bed - like I did Kimberly. You know-"

He did not finish the sentence, because Shane grabbed him by the collar and shoved him hard against the wall. "You listen to me, Alamain," Shane said, his jaw clenched. A white hot fury was rising in him. "You say another word about Kimberly or anyone else in my family, and you'll need more protection than all the guards in this prison could give you. Do you understand me?"

Lawrence smiled. "Now, Captain, I do seem to have hit a nerve."

Shane pulled Lawrence's collar forward and then shoved it back, so his head struck the wall. He felt a bit of pleasure as he saw Lawrence wince. "Do you understand me?"

Lawrence quickly recovered, and that smirk returned. "Oh, I wouldn't make threats, Captain. Just imagine if my attorney mentions them at my parole hearing."

Shane took a deep breath, let go of Lawrence's collar, and turned away. Shane nodded a couple of times, before he calmly said, "Oh, that's right, your parole hearing."

He spun back around, and slammed his fist into Lawrence's gut. Lawrence began to double over, but Shane caught him and shoved him back against the wall, not caring that the force caused some books to fall off a nearby shelf. Shane brought his arm back and threw another punch, this time connecting squarely with the Lawrence's cheek and mouth.

Shane let Lawrence fall to the ground, where he landed, momentarily dazed. Behind him, Shane heard the guard step forward and start to speak.

"Captain Donovan-"

"It's okay," Shane said, sharply. "I'm done."

Lawrence looked up from the ground. His lip was bleeding and a large welt was forming on the side of his face. He wiped the blood from his mouth, but said nothing.

The fury still raging through him, Shane glared at Lawrence. "You'd better get the message, Alamain," Shane growled, before heading to the door. "This was just a warning. If you come after my son again, you're a dead man; you won't even make it to your parole hearing."