CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN

HALL OUTSIDE OF STEFAN’S ROOM, GENERAL HOSPITAL:

Bobbie: Stefan, your paranoia is showing. I have no more interest in you than I have in any other patient in this hospital.

Stefan: And do you go through the medical file of every patient in this hospital, Barbara.

Tony: What!

Stefan: Oh, Dr. Jones, didn’t Barbara tell you how she found my file on your desk and how she perused it.

Tony: No she didn’t. Bobbie, you know better than that. Doctor/patient confidentiality is a sacred trust and by doing what you did you broke it.

Stefan: And now your sticking your nose into my business, again.

Bobbie: Tony, you’d just told me that Stefan had tried to get me fired while Roy and I were out of town together. I was just getting some petty revenge on Stefan by looking through his file.

Stefan: That still doesn’t explain your interest in my medical condition. Or why you were so thrilled Alexis couldn’t donate a kidney to me.

Bobbie: Should I be happy that things are going well for you, when they’re going so bad for Roy. By having him arrested, you’ve issued him a death sentence.

Stefan: Then shouldn’t you want me to have my operation. If my medical problems are solved, in a spirit of generosity I might decide to drop the charges against Mr. DeLucca.

Bobbie: Hardly, since you have as much generosity flowing through veins as a brick does.

Stefan: You know, Barbara, I think something more is going on here that meets the eye. And if I’m right, I will find out what it is. You can count on that.

THE GATEHOUSE:

Alexis(rushes in and rushes into Ned’s arms)Ned, just hold me. Just hold me tight and never let me go.

Ned: Alexis, what’s wrong. Do something happen at the hospital.

Alexis(dries her tears)You might say that. I found out that not only am I not a compatible donor for Stefan, I’m not even his sister.

Ned: What are you talking about?

Alexis: It turns out Mikkos Cassadine is not my father. Ned, I don’t even know who I am. My father could be anyone. How am I ever going to find out who I am.

MAC’S OFFICE, PORT CHARLES POLICE DEPARTMENT:

Taggart(enters)Well, it turns out Ms. Morgan was right on the money. A woman’s body was just brought in that matches the description of the woman from Chloe’s dream and she has a dildo lodged in her throat.

Mac: So Chloe really dreamed about the murder as it was happening.

Taggart: So she claims.

Mac: What is that supposed to mean.

Taggart: Commissioner, all this stuff about brain tumors the produce psychic dreams just seems a little too far-fetched to me. Just what do we really know about Chloe Morgan.

Mac: Not a lot I suppose. In fact, Chloe demonstrated to me that her appearance was very deceiving. Just what are you getting at, Taggart.

Taggart: How do we know that the reason Chloe Morgan was able to describe the murder so perfectly isn’t because she’s the one who committed it.

Mac: Chloe Morgan? Come on, Taggart, do you really believe that.

Taggart: Mac, you and I have both seen sweet little old ladies who turned out to be cold-blooded killers. Sure, Chloe looks sweet and innocent, but is she?

Mac: You have a point. So, how do we find out?

Taggart: She seems to trust you. She came to you about her dream. Maybe you could play along with her and find out if she’s on the level.

Mac: I think that’s a great idea, and I think I’ll start, tonight. I’ll ask her to be my date for the Nurses Ball. Whatever is the case about Chloe Morgan, we’ve got to find out before she leaves town, again.