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The man clicks send and lets out a heavy sigh. He knows his email
could
be traced. Hating taking risks like this, but there's no other
way--
too many lives are at stake. Well, too many of the lives he cares
about
anyway; Jason, Michael, Brenda, Robin...all the others would wind
up
being saved in the process. He doesn't really care about them one
way
or the other. Except Dara. The A. D. A. is the key after all.
Without
Dara's involvement he doubts he could convince HER to help. She'd
save
Dara anyway she could. It's her job after all and he knows she
takes
her job very seriously. She'd help. She had to. By saving Dara,
the
ones he cared about would be saved too. He knew that she wouldn't
leave
the others behind. That would go against her nature. It's up to
her
now and he knew first hand how capable she is and how honorable.
She'd
saved his sorry hide, hadn't she? Whatever. He'd done all he
could.
Sonny Corinthos logged off the computer and strolled out of the
library.
********************
V couldn't sleep. This case was really getting to her. More to
the
point, Alex Garcia was getting to her. This last bout of insomnia
was
all his fault... Again. V couldn't believe he'd called this late.
Again. What kind of new developments did he think she'd have at
this
hour? Didn't the man EVER sleep? Didn't he think she'd call if
she had
any new information? She was his partner for gosh sakes!
V punched her pillow a few more times. She tossed and turned a
few more
times. And finally, she'd had enough. Getting out of bed, V goes
to
her computer. "May as well do something productive if I'm
gonna be up
anyway." V mutters under her breath running her fingers
through her
short chestnut locks attempting a brief order to the toussled
locks
She turns on the computer and modem, logs on and smiles. "I
love getting
mail." Maybe one of her cybersnitches had come up with some
answers for
her. As she opens the mail file her smile quickly turns into a
frown
quickly followed by a loud groan. V leans forward over the
keyboard and
reads unconsciously rubbing her collarbone. Her eyes grow wide...
*****************
The next morning at PCPD, the normally calm, cool, collected Alex
Garcia
goes ballistic.
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN 'NO WAY', V? You can't waltz in here, drop
a
bombshell like telling me that you KNOW Dara's alive and you KNOW
WHERE she is but you can't tell me! YOU'RE A COP! You of all
people
know about obstruction of justice! Then on top of that-- you tell
me that
Moreno is ready to take this whole city down to get to Dara, but
you won't
tell me why? WHAT THE HELL HAS GOTTEN INTO YOU, OFFICER?
Have you been taking lessons in pissing me off from Morgan and
Spencer?"
"Sir, if you'll just calm down; being this stressed out is
not good for
your blood pressure and I'm sure that you're putting stress on
your incision. Busting a gut right here in the detectives' bullpen
would in
all likelihood delay our investigation even further. You're just
going to
have to trust me on this one, Sir. Dara is in the best place she
can
possibly be in under the circumstances. I'm sure that nothing
will
happen to her that she can't handle. She's a LOT more capable
than you
can ever imagine..."
"And what do you mean by that exactly, officer? Hmmm?"
Garcia replies
through clenched teeth his face flushed with fury at V's
meandering but
persistent refusal to cooperate.
V takes a deep breath and tries again to calm Garcia down. "Look,
if I
told you where she is you'd run off to go rescue her and protect
her,
right? You feel responsible, don't you? Well, that is the worst
possible thing you can do right now, okay? If you do that you'll
only
get Dara killed
along with Brenda, Keesha, Lizzie Webber, Carly, Baby Michael,
Emily,
Alexis..."
"and Robin Scorpio."
No one heard Mac enter the room. He looked awful. V groans
inwardly.
"Now what?" she thinks. Mac looked shellshocked. V goes
over to him.
"Commissioner, I mean Mr Scorpio, I mean Mac? You look
awful! Here,
have a seat. What is it? What happened to Robin?"
Mac wipes the tears from his eyes. "Robin's missing AGAIN.
She was with
Nikolas and when they parted; Robin headed out to Brenda's
cottage where
she's been staying. There was an accident. Robin's car was
totaled.
I was with Robin at the hospital-- made sure that the docs got
her
patched up and that she was stable. I was called away for a phone
call
and when I got back to Robin's room there was no sign of Robin.
She's
hurt. I don't have any proof but I'm sure that this has something
to do
with Jason. More to the point, I think it has to do with Moreno
trying
to get to Jason by threatening Robin. V...if you know anything..."
V couldn't take it anymore. This was her friend, her mentor. She
knew
that Sonny contacted her thinking she'd rush in to save Dara.
Only he'd
made a mistake. Dara didn't need V there. Jason's was the best
place
for her to be and thanks to his email V now knew that Dara could
more
than handle what came her way. WSB huh? Sonny's plan backfired.
That is
until now. She would go in. She'd offer her services to Jason.
Not to
save Dara or the others but for Mac. And for Robin. V nods resolutely. "Okay. Fine. I'll help. BUT...I have to do this
my
way. I learned awhile ago from you Mac, that you can't always
follow
the book and believe me, to save Dara, Robin and the others, I'm
gonna
have to toss the book right out the window. You guys just have to
trust
me on this"
And, before anyone had a chance to protest-- V grabs her purse,
keys and
gun then was outta there.
**********************
Jason sits alone in his office. He tries to concentrate on the
books
but his mind keeps wandering to thoughts of Robin. There's a
knock at
the door and Rinaldo enters.
"Hey boss, Officer Ardanowski is here"
"Does she have a warrant?"
Before he can answer V brushes past him. "Look, Mr. Morgan,
I'm not here
to cause any trouble. In fact, I'm here to help. Unofficially but
officially if you know what I mean. Well, no. How could you
understand. I mean, I don't even understand all of it but..."
"Officer. Officer. OFFICER! Will you please get to the point!
I
really don't have time for the PCPD harassment today okay?"
"Um, that's just it, Mr. Morgan. I'm not here to harass you.
Mr
Corinthos contacted me. I know everything and I'm here to help.
Well
not you really, but Dara. That's the official part anyway. I know
she's
here and I know why. I also know she's been training the rest of
your...how did Mr Corinthos put it? ah, yes, your harem. Mr
Corinthos
wanted me to tell you that Moreno's attack will be going down in
two
days."
Jason sat down at his desk trying to digest this new development.
"Rinaldo, go get Dara for me will you? I'll be okay with
Officer
Ardonowski."
Rinaldo leaves, shutting the door behind him.
"Okay, so let's assume that I buy this crap about Sonny
sending you.
What's the unofficial part? What do you know about Robin? How are
you
planning to help? If you're even thinking of bringing in Garcia...."
V cuts him off. "Mr Corinthos said you could tell if
someone's lying.
Look at me, Mr. Morgan. Believe me when I say I'd rather be doing
ANYTHING else rather than help you but I have no choice. You need
me
and I need to be here."
"Fair enough, Officer. I don't understand it but I believe
you"
"Well sir, like I said, I don't exactly understand it either.
In fact,
I had no intention of coming here to help you like he asked. I
don't
exactly like Mr. Corinthos."
"Then why, Ardonowski? Why are you doing this? What changed
your
mind?"
"Robin. Well, Mac really. That's the unofficial part. Mac
told me
that there's been a threat against Robin. She was in a suspicious
car
accident. The car is totalled but she's nowhere to be seen...I
don't
suppose you know where she might be hmmm?"
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There's a knock at the door. As Rinaldo pokes his head through
the door
V hears some giggling. In a voice huskier than usual, Rinaldo
announces
Dara. "Dara's here, boss."
"Good, send her in" Jason replied
Rinaldo opens the door a bit wider and Dara saunters through
laughing
and looking at Rinaldo flirtatiously not noticing V just yet. V
raises
an eyebrow and smirks "Looks like staying here at Mr.
Morgan's place is
agreeing with you, Dara."
Dara freezes for a moment then whips around to face V holding a
gun on
her. Jason and Rinaldo look shocked. Jason recovers first "Dara,
put
that damn thing down. V's not a threat."
"Yeah, well maybe not to you, but she's my death warrant!"
spat Dara.
Calm as ever, V rolls her eyes and puts her hands in the air
"You're
making a mistake, Dara. You're not my assignment; you know that!
If
you were, do you really think I could kill you?"
"V, Dara...what the hell are you two talking about?"
"What's wrong, Jason? Didn't V tell you that she's WSB? I
told you
they're after me!"
"V? Is this true?"
"Yes, Mr. Morgan. Dara and I actually trained together. But
I'm not
here to take her in. I'm here to help, just like I told you. I
didn't
see any reason to blow my cover. Until now." Turning to Dara.
"Dara,
I'd never let them get you. You have to know that! I mean, I know
that
you can't really trust too many people right now but you can
trust me,"
V entreats Dara reminding her of their of training. "Besides,
if I'd
wanted to take you out I'd have done it already. For that matter,
you
know that I could have you disarmed and dead already if I wanted.
But I
haven't. So...can I put my arms down now?"
Dara lets out a heavy sigh, puts the safety back in place and
tucks the
gun back against the small of her back. "Yeah, I know. I'm
sorry,
guess my nerves are a little frayed"
V turns to Jason. "I need to speak with Dara. Alone."
Jason looks at Dara who nods at him that it's okay. Jason and
Rinaldo
leave the two women.
"Dara, You're in a bad way here. Moreno and the agency are
both after
you. We need to focus on them one at a time and take them out.
Moreno
is the easiest. I say we go after him first."
"Moreno? No one knows where he is! I think we need to focus
on the
WSB. I want to know who ordered the hit on me damnit!"
"I know exactly how to get to Moreno. Jerry sent me some
info. He
knows what Moreno is planning but not where he is. What he didn't
know
as far as Moreno's plan was filled in by Sonny Corinthos--
specifically
the timing. Sonny had also figured out you are here. The guy is
evidently keeping tabs-- close ones."
Dara gave a low whistle. "Corinthos? How? And, how long have
you been
in touch with him?"
"Actually he emailed me from a public library, but that's
not
important. What's important is he let me know Moreno is planning
to
strike in 2 days; we have to move fast."
"What's the plan?"
"You've been training the rest of the harem, right?"
Dara's eyes widen a the reference and she starts to laugh "The
what?
Harem? Where did THAT come from! What a hoot!"
"Uh, sorry" V smiles and shrugs her shoulders "That's
how Sonny referred
to the situation over here and, well, I can't think of in any
other
terms now. So? How's the training coming? More specifically,
could Liz
and Emily be ready for a 'mission'?"
"Hmmm, well Liz definitely, Em? I dunno. Depends on what you
have in
mind."
"Putting together the information I received from both Jerry
and Sonny,
Moreno will make an attempt to snatch those two from PC High. I
think
he should succeed-- or at least appear to. That is-- if the girls
are
ready. I'll need to see both of them. We don't have much time.
Maybe
you should keep working with Liz and I'll take over Em's training."
"Yeah, makes sense. You were a lot like Em when you first
started,"
Dara pauses in thought but there is no way Jason is going to go
along
with the girls being bait no matter how much we train them.
Whatever is
going down will have to minimize the risk to a negible level.
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"Not only no-- but HELL NO!. You are not going to involve
the girls in
some kind of scheme and lay them out for some kind of bait for a
trap
with Moreno. You both have to be high to think that I would even
consider it! Em and Liz are not you two... any decision that
you'd make
are not decisions that they would make with full knowledge of the
consequences. They'd both probably jump at the chance and YOU
will not
even mention to them this harebrained scheme! What in the HELL
were you
both thinking? V-- I can almost understand; she doesn't know the
girls
but Jesus, Dara! You took the report from Liz when she was raped!
Do
you really think that the she could deal with a man like Moreno?
And
Em! Emily is a recovering drug addict the practically goes
catatonic at
the sight of blood. They would be like lambs to the slaughter."
Jason
rages then slams his fist down on his desk. His fury fills the
room as
he paces the room pausing briefly to glare at the two women.
"I told you he wouldn't go for it." Dara sighs slumping
onto the couch
but not responding to Jason's ire.
"Mr. Morgan, I understand your concerns. That's why Dara and
I want to
work with the girls. Moreno IS going to go after them. That is
why we
have to be ready and so do they." V reminds Jason
practically.
"Liz and Emily are under MY protection. Moreno is never
going to get
the chance. All your information is what Moreno is going to do...not
what I'm going to do. Thank you for the information you've given
me my
timetable. Now if you'll excuse us, V. Dara and I have some work
to
do. See Carly about your bunking arrangements. Johnny! "
Jason
dismisses V coldly. Johnny opens the door and with a nod from
Jason
escorts V from the room.
The next day at the Pleasure Principle Massage Parlor .
"Okay. Let me get this straight? You want her to come there?
Yeah, it
can be done, but it's gonna cost you." The woman nearly
choked on her
drink. "Damn. That much, huh? describe my girl? Well, she's
no
amazon--she's about 5' 6", 5' 7", that okay? Yeah,
she's got plenty of
stamina--and she can do the rough stuff, just like you asked. Now
you
know since she's coming to you, I'll need half up front--you
know, as a
good faith gesture. Good. One more thing--just so I can run this
by my
gal, will this be a party for two, or are we talking three-way,
four-way
kinda stuff? Fine." The woman paused. "Repeat that--can
she take a
punch?!" CLICK. "Friggin' freak," the woman
muttered.
~*~
"Hello? Hello?!" Moreno swore as he slammed the
receiver down.
Over in the corner, his Lt. merely shook his head, incredulous at
his
boss' bemused expression. "For what it's worth, Boss? Uh, I
know you
like the rough stuff, but you MIGHT wanna try NOT asking that
last
question."
Moreno merely glared at his Lt., who was barely suppressing a
smirk.
"Gimme the next damn number!" he barked.
"Just a thought," the Lt. shrugged.
He crossed off the number, one of but many, and scanned the
remainder of
the Classifieds. As he called out the number of yet another
massage
parlor that specialized in 'private, intimate massage sessions,'
the Lt.
once again shook his head in amazement. After that botched
attempt at
the shooting range, Morgan was sure to be trying to sniff them
out.
They should've been long gone from the vicinity of Port Charles.
But
were they? Uh-uh. No, with all that had gone down in the past 48
hours, his boss was trying to get LAID?! At least that's what the
Lt.
HOPED he was up to--he didn't even want to speculate as to the
reason
behind his boss' fascination with a woman's tolerance for pain.
As he watched Moreno once again slam the receiver down, the Lt.
drew yet
another line through yet another ad all the while, unable to
shake the
sinking feeling that there was more to his boss wanting to get
laid--and
that it would spell doom for them all.
~*~
Jason's Office, the Penthouse .
"You let me know if anything else develops," Jason
nodded. "Later."
"Was that a tip on Moreno?" Dara asked, her voice
hopeful. They'd been
at it for nearly 24 hours straight, and so far, they'd come up
with
zilch in the way of leads.
"No," as he hung up the phone. "That was one of my
contacts on the
street." Jason sighed as he took a seat. "There's a
buzz on the wire
tonight about a john looking for a dark-skinned black woman."
"Yeah?" Dara shrugged. "So he wants to break on
through to the other
side."
"That's what I thought, too. No big deal. But it's not the
color
that's freaking the pimps and 'madams' out--it's what he wants
the woman to
do, or I should say, be ABLE to do." Jason shook his head.
"He
wants to know if the hooker has a high threshold for pain, or
something
like that--the contact couldn't remember all the specifics, he's
gonna
get back to me."
"I don't follow," Dara yawned. "You're not into
prostitution, so why
are you even keeping an ear out for that action?"
"You're right, I'm not. But MORENO is. You know from your
files that
he's got his fingers in all the stuff I won't touch--drugs,
prostitution, he's even got a piece of the porn market. I'm
simply
covering ALL the bases where he's concerned. Besides, whatever my
contact finds out, it might be useful." Jason stroked his
chin
pensively. "It's just a hunch, but I'm sure being
underground has got
to be driving Moreno nuts. He's probably having to rough it--none
of
the trappings of "the life." And on top of that, he's
not able to get
any." Dara shot him a quizzical look. "Moreno has QUITE
a rep as a
ladies' man. It's the only thing he's more renown for in the mob,
besides his brutal 'negotiation tactics'. Rumor has it his rep
even
spills over into his business dealings: When it comes to Moreno
dealing
with the pimps he has under his thumb, word is they know if he
has his
sights set on one of their new working girls and they let someone
else
get a taste first, like a john, or themselves--they'd better be
ready to
get the ass whipping of a lifetime, 'cause no one samples the new
stuff
before he does." Jason paused, a scowl forming on his face.
"Even the
UNDERAGE stuff."
"God, I'm SO glad he didn't get hold of Emily at the
shooting range and
that is why you freaked when V and I told you his plans,"
Dara replied,
shaking her head. "I swear, that guy gives slime a bad name.
You
really think he's gonna try and get some? I mean, after what went
down
at the shooting range, he's gotta know that WE know he's
somewhere close
by. With the information that V gave us you'd think that he would
be
laying low waiting for the strike on the kids. I know you say
he'll go
to any lengths to carry out a vendetta--."
"Make no mistake, Dara, he WILL. Don't forget that. You know
him from
what you've heard according to legend in the WSB. But *I* know
him from
the organization." Jason's voice turned cold. "He's a
FIRM believer in
payback--the rivers of the Eastern Seaboard are full of folks who
prove
that point."
~*~
Later....
"I need to speak with the News Director, please."
Dara folded her arms, sighing as the party on the other end
babbled on,
inquiring as to just how she'd gotten the number she was calling.
Counting backwards from 10, Dara wondered how long it would take
the
flustered aide to realize that what she had to tell the Director
must be
pretty damn important; after all, she'd managed to bypass all the
switchboard operators and secretaries at CNN and had the direct
line to
the news desk. She never made it past seven.
"Thank you!" Dara chirped. While she held, she glanced
over at Jason,
who was once again, engrossed in the files of the laptop
computer; he'd
been going over Moreno's with painstaking effort, trying to glean
every
bit of info he could about the man's stint with the WSB. "Hello,
there," Dara replied, as she returned to her call. "First
of all, don't
bother trying to trace this call, or analyze my voice. Both
efforts
will be exercises in futility and will waste valuable time. Now,
on to
the reason for this call. How would you like to break a story
involving
foreign diplomats who engaged - knowingly, I might add - in
purchasing
the sexual favors of women via a well orchestrated prostitution
ring?"
Dara paused, then dropped the other shoe. "Oh, did I mention
said ring
was overseen by members of the WSB, the World Security Bureau?
Ah," she smiled. "I THOUGHT that might get your
attention."
As Dara launched into her rundown of but one of the Bureau's many
"dirty
little secrets" she was planning to share with the various
news
agencies, Jason began perusing Dara's files on her boss, current
WSB
Director James Connery, and her former partner, Jerry Jacks.
Jason knew
he'd best brush up on as much info about them as possible, for it
would
only be a matter of time after all the stories broke that one of
the
men, if not BOTH, would be paying a visit to Port Charles--and be
looking for him.
~*~
Scanning the files of the laptop, Jason was still having
difficulty
shaking his earlier conversation with his contact. Maybe it WAS
just a
john who was into kinky stuff. But Jason's gut told him otherwise.
Whatever this guy was into, it must be REALLY kinky if even the
PIMPS
were turning him down. It was almost like they were afraid of
this
guy--hell, like they KNEW who he was, or at the very least, who
he was
tied to. Again, Jason got that feeling in his gut. He couldn't
shake
the hunch that Moreno was somehow tied to all of it.
He returned his attention to the laptop and tried, without much
success,
to pull up a file on a former Agent. He cast his eyes over at
Dara,
clad in his denim shirt, her legs dangling over the side of the
chair.
He chuckled as he realized that somehow, his shirt had become her
sleepwear of choice. It was the very same shirt she had on her
first
night at the Penthouse--the night they'd come to an "understanding"
about the rules of living under Jason's roof. The very shirt
she'd
sauntered past the guards in--sans underwear. As Dara absently
kicked
her legs back and forth while reviewing files on Moreno's cartel,
the
bottom of the shirt precariously inched its way upward to reveal
just
the slightest hint of her hips. Stifling a sly smile, Jason
reasoned
Dara STILL found panties to be optional with regards to sleepwear.
"Hey, Dara. What was the name of that Agent you told me
about--the one
you said you modeled yourself after when you were being trained?"
She looked up from the files, her brow furrowed. "You mean
Anna
DeVane?"
"No, not Robin's mom. It's someone else. The one who spoke
all those
different languages--the one who taught you how to do all those
accents?"
"Oh, HER." Dara swallowed hard. "Her name is Emma.
You won't find
anything on her in my files," as she resumed her study of
Moreno's
cartel. "Her stuff is classified--only person with access to
her files
is the Bureau Director."
"Connery?" Jason inquired. Dara nodded gravely. "Okay,"
he replied,
his interest piqued. "There's obviously a story--I can tell
by your
face. Spill." Just as Dara was about to begin, the phone
rang.
Minutes later, Jason hung up the phone, a none too pleased look
on his
face.
"Problem?"
"The john with the kinky request? Every place here in Port
Charles has
turned him down flat--even when he offered to TRIPLE the money.
So, it
seems he's gonna be heading out for places where folks aren't so
hesitant to cater to his desires. My contact says he's heard word
that
a few of the local joints near the City have been getting calls
from
this guy."
"You REALLY think Moreno's somehow tied to this, Jason?"
Dara was
staring at him like he'd suddenly sprouted horns.
"I know it seems crazy, but yeah, I do. It probably won't
come to
anything, but my man said he'd try and keep his ear to the ground
in the
City, but it's gonna be hard since that's not my territory.
Anyway,
back to the story on this Emma, the Agent with the classified
file."
"What do you wanna know?" Dara sighed as she closed the
file. "I've
already told you mostly everything there is to know about her.
Next to
Anna DeVane, she was the best female Agent the WSB had. Unlike
Anna,
she didn't have a kid, so she was always game for the kamikaze-type
assignments--the kind where you knew going in you might not even
stay
alive long enough to meet your CONTACT. Anyway, like I told you
before,
she went loopy: Her teenage sister, who'd been turning tricks on
the
street since she was 15, was literally dropped off on her
doorstep--beaten to within an inch of her life after spending the
weekend with a john. He worked her over really bad, Jason. The
doctors
said the force of the kick to her back was so strong, it snapped
her
spinal cord in two--she received so many blows to the head, they
were
amazed she didn't wind up with permanent brain damage. What's the
deal
with wanting to know about Emma?" Dara's face clouded over,
as if the
recall of the events was too painful.
"They ever find her sister's assailant?" Jason was
scrolling through
Moreno's WSB file, his eyes searching for a tiny blip of info
that had
struck him as strange.
"Nope. It took her two months to come out of the coma. When
she did
all she could remember about the assailant was that he kept
saying her
sister was to blame. Of course, armed with that bit of info, the
folks
at the Bureau assumed it was one of Emma's enemies and began
trying to
shake them down--only problem was Emma had a lot. She took down
some
really powerful people." Dara shook her head, as if by doing
so she
could wipe out the disturbing images of Emma's young sister from
her
mind. "What does any of this do with us trying to get
Moreno? I really
don't like talking about this, Jason."
"You say they were never able to find out just WHO was
behind the
assault, right?" Dara nodded warily. "What if it wasn't
an enemy on
the outside, but someone WITHIN the Bureau?" Jason looked up
from the
computer, his gaze narrowed. "Try and follow me on this for
a
minute--I've been going over the files on Moreno and there's a
piece of
info about him that just doesn't quite make sense to me. It has
to do
with Moreno's discharge from the Bureau--you said so yourself he
left
under somewhat mysterious circumstances, right?" Dara nodded.
"Well it
says here, right before he was expelled from the Bureau that he
took a
leave--a sabbatical for TWO YEARS--right after he was reprimanded
for
harassing a female Agent. Apparently, this wasn't the first time
either." Jason paused. "But it WAS the first time the
harassment was
reported. Now the Agent, female, is - surprise - unnamed. I'll
bet you
anything that unnamed female Agent he harassed was this Emma."
"Uh-uh," Dara shook her head. Rising from the chair,
she crossed the
room, hugging herself tightly, talking more to herself than Jason.
"That means he would've spent all that time he was away from
the Bureau
tracking down Emma's kid sister. That he would've--"
Jason dismissed Dara's incredulous stare. "C'mon, Dara!
Think like
MORENO does. This Agent did what none of the others would do, she
ratted him out. Now, while I'm sure that got him in real hot
water with
the higher-ups, it wasn't enough to get him kicked out. But if he
was
the one who was behind her sister's assault? THAT would be
grounds for
kicking him to the curb. C'mon, Dara--work with me here. Killing
the
Agent, while it would be the the most satisfying method of
revenge.
would be too obvious."
"But to get to her through her family ." Dara couldn't
even finish
vocalizing the thought.
"Doesn't seem so far out in left field anymore, does it?"
Leaning back
in his chair, Jason studied Dara. He remember how Alexis
described the
way she behaved at the Courthouse when Moreno attacked her--Alexis
said
it was like she'd zoned out afterwards. He sure as hell hoped it
wasn't
happening again. Then again, how DO you react to the news that a
homicidal Mafia Don may be making plans to even the score with
you?
"C'mon, Dara," Jason said softly. "Don't freak out
on me now--we've got
too much left to do. And you know you wanna take down Moreno just
as
badly as I do." At that last comment, Jason saw Dara's eyes
flash for
just an instant. He could tell she was still leery of his
hypothesis--but at least she was coming back around. "Now
didn't you say
when he was with the Bureau, Moreno was known for being a master
at
running head games on folks?" Slowly, Dara nodded. "And
where is this
Agent Emma--didn't you say she wound up in the loony bin?"
he prompted.
"She's STILL there," Dara said softly.
Jason pressed on. "And her sister's in a wheelchair for life--a
paraplegic. Remember, killing Emma would've been too obvious. But
this
way--this way he gets to have the sweetest revenge: She has to
live
with the knowledge that she's somehow "responsible" for
what happened to
her sister--you said all her sister could remember was the john
kept
telling her it was all her SISTER'S fault, right?" Dara
nodded. "Of
course, it's not her fault, but Emma didn't see it that way, did
she?"
He paused. "He messed with this Agent's mind and he messed
with it
GOOD." Jason locked eyes with Dara. "And I'll bet
anything that before
Moreno makes his move on you, Dara, he's gonna try and do the
exact same
thing with you."
"Uh-uh. I don't buy it." Dara was pacing the room now--her
lawyer mode
having kicked in. It HAD to--the thought of Jason being RIGHT was
too
frightening to even entertain for a second. "It could have
just as
easily been someone from Emma's past that did that to her sister.
Remember, Emma made LOTS of enemies--and don't forget, her sister
WAS a
hooker. I read up on her background; she used to work at this
place,
some type of strip joint, that was really a front for an S&M/Dominatrix
kinda place. She was into the HARD stuff, Jason. She just
probably
crossed paths with a real nutcase. I mean he had to be: when she
gave
her statement, she said she knew she was in trouble when the
first words
outta the guy's mouth were 'Can you take a punch?'. If that's not
a
sign of a nutcase, I don't know--"
"Back up!" Jason bolted from behind the desk. "He
wanted to know if
she could take a PUNCH?" he repeated.
"Yeah, he ." Dara's words trailed off as she watched
Jason whip out his
cell phone.
"GOT HIM!" Jason punched in the number of his contact,
then glanced over
at Dara. The look on her face told him she knew what was up, yet
Jason
knew she wouldn't quite believe it until it was spoken. "Moreno's
the
john, Dara--then and now. Johnny!"
"Yeah, Boss?" as he flew past Dara.
"Get the car ready." He rattled off a few more
instructions to Johnny,
then turned his attention to his contact on the phone. As he
clicked
off, Jason took another look at Dara who was now sitting in the
chair,
her face buried in her hands. "Hey, you up for this?"
Dara gave a short laugh as she looked up at Jason. "If I'm
not,
something tells me I've got about 30 minutes to GET ready, right?"
"Less than that. We roll in 15."
"Fine." Dara pressed her palm to her forehead, all the
while thinking,
THIS IS HAPPENING SO FAST. A few minutes later, Rinaldo entered
the
office.
"What's up, Jason? Johnny just tore past me saying you
wanted to see me
pronto and that he was getting the men ready." Jason was
silent for a
moment as he eyed Dara, who seemed to be doing her best not to
come
apart in front of both men. "Damn!" he hissed, shaking
his head.
"You've found Moreno?"
"Yep. Time to go set a trap."
"That's right," Dara replied. Rising slowly, her legs
still slightly
wobbly, she made her way to the door. As she walked past both
men, her
eyes were as vacant as her voice. "And guess who's the bait?"