CHAPTER FIFTY-FIVE

STEFAN’S DEN, WYNDEMERE:

Mac: So, Bobbie, you saw Tammy outside of Queen of Angels right before the wedding started?

Bobbie: Yes, the wedding was about to start and I had to get Chloe.

Taggart: And you saw Tammy and Chloe Morgan together?

Bobbie: Yes.

Mac: How did they seem? Were they having a friendly conversation together?

Bobbie: I don’t think so.

Taggart: Why?

Bobbie: Because of something Chloe said to Tammy as we went back inside the church.

Mac: And that was.

Bobbie: Something about Tammy dying unless she listened to her. (Mac and Taggart share a look)

Taggart: Do you know where Ms. Morgan is now?

Bobbie: Chloe said something about going upstairs to pack. She has a midnight flight out of Port Charles to catch, tonight.

STEFAN’S DEN, WYNDEMERE:

Stefan: So, my mother was very interested when you told her the police suspect Chloe Morgan of being the Sex Toy Stalker.

Garcia: Yes, she was. You are aware Tammy Carson was murdered outside of the Queen of Angels Church a few hours ago, aren’t you?

Stefan: She was that hooker who ran Kelly’s Diner, wasn’t she.

Garcia: She was an ex-hooker.

Stefan: Whatever. Ms. Carson is also Emily Quartermaines biological mother, as well. My mother attended the wedding with Andreas, but she left before the ceremony began. I wondered why she was there. Maybe I now know.

Garcia: Mr. Cassadine, are you suggesting your mother is the Sex Toy Stalker? Why would she do something like that? For what purpose?

Stefan: With my mother there is no telling. I need you to bring me copies on everything the police have on the Sex Toy Stalker.

Garcia: That’s awful risky. I don’t know if I can pull that off.

Stefan: I’m sure you’re underestimating your talents, Detective Garcia. It can’t be anymore risky than being on both my mother and my payrolls. You do know if my mother ever discovers that you come to me with whatever you tell her, she’d take great pleasure in slitting your throat, don‘t you? So copying a few files under that incompetent boob, Mac Scorpio‘s, nose should be a piece of cake.

Garcia: Is that all?

Stefan: No, I also want you to do a little investigating for me. I need you to find out if there was any bad blood between my mother and Tammy Carson.

Garcia: And how will I find out that?

Stefan: By going to the horse’s mouth, of course. You’ll just simply ask my mother.

A JET EN ROUTE TO ENGLAND:

Carly(is lounging on the bed practically purring like a contented cat)You didn’t tell me you’d rent a private jet to take us to our honeymoon destination.

Sonny(hands her a glass of champagne)Only the best for Carly Corinthos.

Carly(repeats the name like she’s tasting it for flavor)Carly Corinthos, I like the sound of that. Mrs. Michael Corinthos. (she grabs Sonny by the shirt and pulls him down on the bed with her, then she fits her body to his)That’s much better. You were much too far away from me.

Sonny(slips his hands under Carly’s clothes and starts fondling her)This is another reason why I rented a private jet. You can’t do this when you fly commercial unless you want to get arrested when the plane lands.

Carly: Is that why you made sure the jet you rented came with a bed? So you could have your wicked way with me? Do you plan for us to join the Mile-High Club, Sonny?

Sonny: Carly, to join that particular club we have to have sex and your doctor hasn’t said it’s all right for us to be together, yet.

Carly(traces little patterns on Sonny’s chest)I was saving this for your wedding present. I went to the see Dr. Meadows and she said there was no reason we couldn’t enjoy our wedding night to the fullest. So what are we waiting for? (she pulls his head down to hers and they begin to devour each other’s mouths hungrily knowing this time they won’t have to stop before they go too far. Within a few minutes all their clothes had magically melted away from their bodies and they were doing what they‘d been longing to do for weeks.)

CHLOE’S ROOM, THE PORT CHARLES HOTEL:

Chloe(has just finished packing her bags when there’s a knock at the door. She goes to the door and smiles when she sees it’s Mac.) Mac, I was just about to give you a call. I wanted to say goodbye before I left.

Mac: Ms. Morgan, I’m afraid you won’t be going anywhere anytime soon.

Chloe: Ms. Morgan? Since when did I become Ms. Morgan to you?

Mac: Since you became our number one suspect in the Sex Toy Stalker killings. (he looks over at Taggart and gives him a signal.)Taggart, would you please read Ms. Morgan her rights.