The Corinthos Coffee wing of the Metro Court hotel hadn't been very active as of late, but now, determined to hunt EJ DiMera down, Sonny wanted to change that.

"What do you have for me?" Sonny asked Shawn Butler as he entered the room.

Shawn gestured for someone else to enter the room as well. "Sonny, this is Cherry."

Cherry was about five and a half feet tall, skinny and, from her outfit, could only be assumed to be a prostitute, or somewhere in that family of occupations. Sonny got up to shake her hand anyway; she appeared somewhat intimidated and didn't offer her hand.

"Cherry is a dancer at the club down on seventeenth." Shawn explained.

Sonny was confused. "Ok, but what does se have to do with anything?"

Shawn gestured for her to speak. "Um, the guy you're looking for, AJ, BJ-"

"EJ?" Sonny corrected.

"Yeah, him. I, um, had a run in with him a couple months ago, the day he escaped from the police."

"What kind of a run in?" Sonny pressed.

Cherry was hesitant. "Well, he came into the club one day and went to Larry's, that's my boss, office."

"You know what they talked about?

"Um, no, but after they came from the office, the man you're looking for looked at me and pointed, and then he just went to a back room."

"What'd he want?"

"Well, Larry walked over to me and said I had to go entertain his guest, that he was a very important man."

"He meant sex?" Sonny inquired.

"Yeah." Cherry admitted with a look of shame. "And I didn't really have a choice, or I would've been fired."

"Ok; I'm sorry you had to do that, but what does this have to do to with me?"

"Right after we were finished, he got up and started putting on his clothes. Said he had a flight to catch, to southern Europe."

A light bulb clicked in Sonny's head. "You've been a great help." Sonny said. "In fact, let me give you something for your troubles." He then went to his safe, which was now behind his desk thanks to the Delia incident, and got ten thousand dollars.

"Oh, thank you so much," she said when he handed it to her.

"You can leave now." Sonny said when she didn't move. That sent her away. "Southern Europe, Shawn."

"So I heard."

"You know what that means, don't you?"

Shawn shrugged. "Well, geography wasn't my best subject."

"The son of a bitch is in Italy!"