David taps his watch impatiently as he waits for the guards to open the door to Stephanie's cell. It flies open with a thud and David walks in to find Stephanie untied from her bed. The guards wait outside the door in case she should become anxious…or violent. Stephanie has already been assessed as not being fit to stand trial and the hearing will evaluate the amount of time she will have to spend in the institution.

"You came." Stephanie's face brightens and she even manages a smile.

"Yes. And the divorce was finalized in Mexico so don't look too happy." David takes out a piece of card from his jacket and extends a hand. The guards watch intently from the door to make sure it is not drugs and relax when they see it.

"What's this?" Stephanie takes it and reads the name.

Elliott Marshak

"Who is he?" Her eyes cloud over, bewildered.

"Your new attorney." David replies with a self-satisfied smile. "He will be representing you today."

"What?" Stephanie's voice rises but she then backs away defensively, imagining the syringe…the darkness…

"You don't think I actually had any intention of representing you do you? Baby, I'm testifying!"

"Testifying…" Stephanie repeats as images begin to whirl around her mind. She tries to concentrate on what he is saying but fear is taking over.

"Yes." David moves closer and whispers into her ear. "I'm going to see that you get locked up in this place…permanently."

"No!" Stephanie screams and lashes out with her arms, scratching David's face. He begins to bleed and puts his hands out in defense as she continues to claw at him.

The guards rush in silently and grab Stephanie who continues to kick out at David but he just smiles at her as they lead her away to isolation.

Courthouse: San Francisco

It is an hour later as Julia enters the courtroom ready to testify. She waits by the door as Stephanie's defense attorney walks around in a circle and interrogates a man Julia has never seen before.

"So Mr Hudson. You could say that all of the occurrences you have described, were an exact repercussion of you trying to force yourself sexually on Stephanie Elliott."

"I did not…" Riley cuts in nervously.

"Did you or did you not pin Stephanie Elliott to the ground and continue to molest her after she made it specifically clear to you that she did not want intercourse with you?"

Riley looks down, "Yes but…"

"Thank you Mr Hudson." Elliott Marshak moves back to his bench. "That is all your honor."

The prosecuting attorney stands to address the court and Julia remains still. "The prosecution would now like to call Julia Wheeler to take the stand."

A court bailiff leads Julia up to the stand and swears her in as she sits nervously. She takes a gulp from a glass of water in front of her and surveys the court room. On the left she can see most of the Wheeler family. Isabelle, Lauren, John and Jessica are there with David nearby. Behind Stephanie at the defense table, Tommy sits with Robert and Leslie Grainger who hide their faces in their hands with distaste at having to be present. Their minds are on the newspaper headlines and the gossip columnists. Leslie laments that she will no longer be the doyenne of Boston society that she once was.

"Mrs Wheeler." The prosecuting attorney chimes matter-of-factly. She is a female African-American, something which surprises Julia. When she had imagined this appearance last night, a picture of a middle aged white man had filled her mind.

"Yes." Julia replies politely and coughs.

"Could you tell us about the events surrounding the night of September 3^rd last year when Stephanie Elliott attacked you in your home?"

"Well…" Julia keeps calm and ignores the eyes watching her every move. "I remember there was a power outage that night in the valley and I was home alone after a…private meeting. I heard a crash in the kitchen and walked through the house to find out who it was…"

Julia falls backwards as the cloaked figure of Stephanie stands deathly still.

"Stephanie what are you doing here?" Julia fumbles on the floor hoping to find something she can use against her rival.

"I told you. We need to talk about David. About you seducing him and trying to tear my family apart. MY family. There is no way I am going to let you continue. I will stop you...forever"

"She kept ranting about how I stole her husband. I tried to get away from her…but she just kept going…"

"All my life I wanted a decent man. All I wanted was to love. To be loved. And I have that with David. He loves me and we have a child. Don't you see? Don't you? You are a whore. A cheap and nasty slut with no morals. No integrity. You disgust me. And what about Jessica? Don't you care what you put her through by sleeping with every man who passes through this house?"

"I don't. That's not true. I love my children. I would never do anything to hurt them."

"Don't talk trash! You don't have a loving bone in your body. The Wheeler family are evil and if I could...IF I COULD...I would eliminate every last one of you. But no. I can only eliminate one of you. And that is exactly what I am going to do." Stephanie heads towards Julia who runs for the door. But Stephanie grabs Julia's hair and turning her round smashes her against the wall. The knife drops to the floor.

"Get off me!"

"Not until you pay! Not until you pay for what you have done!"

Julia continues to recount the tale to many murmurs of disbelief from the courtroom. An affidavit, taken from Lauren is carefully pondered by the judge and he frowns as he reads the whole story.

After next being interrogated harshly by Elliott Marshak, Julia steps down and allows her daughter to take the stand. As she watches Jessica testify about her relationship with Stephanie, Julia looks over at the woman who has caused so much trouble and fumes when she thinks about all of the information that has been dragged up in this courtroom. Especially her affair with David. Julia knows that her 'family' will love to remember that one.

San Francisco General Hospital: San Francisco

"Mr Wheeler?" Donna shouts as she enters Michael's hospital room. Clutching a clipboard to her chest she watches the unfortunate scene unfolding. Michael is sitting on the bed, his arms flailing and a horrified female orderly tries to calm him down.

"Oh, Dr Hanson." Michael replies sheepishly.

"What exactly is going on here?"

"Well…" the orderly steps forwards, ruffled. "I have been trying to get Mr Wheeler into his wheelchair ready for his release as you ordered and he has been extremely abusive."

Michael swipes his hand through the air and sighs, "I have not been abusive…"

"Uh huh." The orderly replies and puts her finger in the air, wagging it dramatically. "I am not doing this. I just want to get on with my job."

"Of course Leticia." Donna soothes her. "You see to Mr Browning next door." She turns to look at Michael, "I'll take care of Mr Wheeler."

"Huh!" Leticia exclaims and walks out of the door, her head held high.

"Now, Mr Wheeler…"

"Michael."

"…Michael. I agreed to release you today on the condition that you rest and allow me to decide what is good for you. Part of that is using the wheelchair for the next few days. You have a choice…" Donna perches herself on the side of the bed next to Michael. "Either you submit to these few mandatory hospital procedures…or you subject yourself to more by remaining in hospital for at least a week. Which is it going to be?"

"Fine." Michael groans. "But I'll do it myself." He pushes himself up from the bed with his arms and crashes down into the wheelchair, smiling. "Good enough?"

"Absolutely. Stay there and I'll see if your car is ready."

Courthouse: San Francisco

"So Mr Elliott, you accept your part in your wife's breakdown." Elliott Marshak watches him closely.

"Yes." It has taken David every fiber of his being not to tell all about Angela's murder. But if he even mentions it, he will be implicating himself. And in planning a life with Stephanie behind bars, he did not envisage going to jail himself.

"Then I put it to you, that if you had not indulged in an affair with Julia Wheeler, your wife would not have taken such drastic action."

"Objection." The prosecutor rises sharply from her chair and stares at the judge furiously. "This is pure conjecture on the part of the defense counsel."

"Your honor," Elliott cuts in, "I am purely attempting to confirm a fact already known by this court. Stephanie Elliott's psychiatrist alone has admitted that the cause of her insanity is her husband's continuing infidelity."

"Overruled." The judge snaps back almost immediately. "But please stick to the solid facts counsel. I won't allow conjecture in my courtroom. Mr Elliott, you may answer the question."

"I would have said it was more of a statement." David remarks bitterly. "But if you really want to know the truth, no I would not say I caused my wife's breakdown. For the whole time we have been married, she has been unstable to say the least. When she was told she could have no more children, it simply sewed the seeds for everything she has done."

"David no!" Stephanie shoots up from her chair, screaming and guards force her back down as the judge bangs his gavel down on the bench.

"Please control yourself!" The judge directs his temper towards Stephanie. Elliott sighs with disbelief that Stephanie would damage her case so badly.

"And if you want my opinion…" David continues, "I would throw my wife into that institution for life!"

Wheeler Estate: Napa Valley

Grimacing at the grainy picture of Stephanie on the front page, Cassie slams the morning newspaper down onto the kitchen table and reels as she remembers her only meeting with the woman. Although now a distant memory, Cassie is extremely grateful that she did not get dragged into the court hearing.

Cassie looks over to the opposite side of the table where Guy is sitting in jeans and a white t-shirt. Watching his blue eyes it strikes her just how different Guy was to Jake. And just how wrong Jake was for her…

She knows that he only agreed to breakfast because he knew his mother wouldn't be here but the one thing that bewilders her is why he is so desperate not to accept his role in the family.

"You're still thinking about the body, huh?" Cassie gulps down her orange juice.

"What?" Guy looks over, his eyes glazed as if he has been deep in thought. "Oh…yes…yes I am."

"I knew it." Cassie jumps up and walks behind Guy where she begins to massage his shoulders. His moans of approval encourage her to continue. "What about it?"

"I want to find out what happened to it.

"Is it really necessary?" Cassie deliberately digs her thumbs into Guy's shoulders and he yelps with pain.

"What did you do that for?"

"Because I want you to end this thing Guy. If not for me then for the baby."

Guy stands up and cups Cassie's face in his hands. "Whatever I do, you have got nothing to worry about." He kisses the top of her head and closes his eyes as he thinks about his next move.

Courthouse: San Francisco

"Is the defendant ready for sentencing?" The judge asks with a bang of his gavel as the courtroom begins to refill after the recess.

"Yes, your honor." Elliott Marshak declares and sits himself back down on the hard wooden bench. He pats Stephanie's back reassuringly but her attention is consumed by David's smug grin on the other side of the courtroom. She inwardly chides herself for ever trusting him and runs a handcuffed hand through her hair, hoping to look as good as she can when she is dragged out of the courtroom, every shred of dignity being taken away from her.

The drugs Stephanie is taking may subdue her and alleviate her psychotic tendencies, but a side effect is the physical toll they take on her and Julia for one, notices the bags under her eyes due to lack of sleep. However the rage in her eyes has been extinguished. Now it is as if she is just tired of fighting.

"I can assure the defendant that I have taken everything into account that was presented to me. Including, I must add, her violent outburst during Mr Elliott's testimony. Of course, due to Mrs Elliott's mental state, she must face a mandatory period of incarceration in the Madison Central Sanitarium. My problem has been trying to decide a suitable period. However, I feel I have done so and sentence Stephanie Elliott to one year in the secure mental institution without parole for 3 months. If her doctors feel that she has made suitable progress, her condition will be presented to the parole board."

"No." Stephanie puts her head in her hands as noise breaks out in the courtroom and through the corner of her eye she can see David defiantly hugging Julia. "Do you realize what you've done?" she shouts out, jumping up from the bench. Security guards immediately flank her and start to drag her away.

"Don't make things worse for yourself Stephanie." Lauren replies across the courtroom but she can see David and Julia for herself and her heart fills with pity for what the woman is going through.

"Come on." John starts to take Lauren away as the Wheeler family prepare themselves to face the den of reporters in the hallway.

Wheeler Estate: Napa Valley

As the limousine pulls up outside the house, Julia eagerly opens the door, desperate to get away from the family after a silent journey. Gulping a breath of air, she runs up the front steps into the house and heads towards the drawing room for a drink, with Isabelle, Jessica, John and Lauren walking up behind her.

On arriving at the drawing room door, Julia hesitates and listens as she hears Michael's voice. "You're home." She comments disappointed, before seeing the two figures on the sofa.

"Julia." Mark resists the urge to lose his temper with the woman.

"What are you doing here?" Julia takes off her coat and tosses it on a chair for Pilar to collect later.

"I brought someone who wants to see you. Julia Wheeler meet Brooke Abbott."

Brooke silently steps up from the sofa and shakes Julia's hand firmly before sitting back down.

"I'm sorry…Brooke Abbott? I don't recall the name." Julia smiles sweetly before Michael pipes in.

"Previously known as Brooke Janssen."

"Janssen?" Julia's lip twitches slightly and she looks around her, glad that the family have disappeared elsewhere. "As in…a relative of Morgan's?"

"Her mother." Brooke replies coldly. "I hear she…worked for you." The innuendo is plain in Brooke's voice and everybody seems to pick up on it, including Michael who has been well informed of Morgan's circumstances and her role in breaking up Mark and Lauren's relationship.

"Actually," Julia attempts to correct snootily, "She worked for my son Jake."

"Oh yes of course." Brooke leans back, smiling smugly.

"And he died several weeks ago." Julia adds as she pulls off her gloves. She relishes the new look of embarrassment on Brooke's face.

"I'm so sorry. But now I'm sure you understand what I went through with Morgan."

"Well." Julia takes a seat opposite the group. "The difference is, I actually knew my son."

"Put a sock in it Julia." Michael bellows, but remains calm, anxious about any damage to his heart.

"No it's alright." Brooke waves a hand. "Mrs Wheeler is perfectly correct. I didn't know my daughter too well. That doesn't alter the fact that I want to find out who killed her."

Julia looks bemused, "We already know who killed her. Unless Mark has been grossly negligent or unless you decided to neglect Morgan in death as well as life, you should be aware that her murderer was arrested and charged. Darren Kelly is in jail for the crime."

"Yes." Mark intervenes. "But Brooke and I do not believe that he acted alone. We know somebody hired him to murder Morgan. Somebody who wanted her out of the way."

Julia feels her face becoming flushed and swallows hard, worried that guilt might show on her face. "You had as good a reason as any." She states.

"If it was me, I wouldn't be investigating further. We only came here to inform you that we are visiting Darren Kelly in jail tomorrow. We hope he might be able to shed some more light on everything."

"Go ahead." Julia says as the pair stand and begin to leave. "But it's got nothing to do with me."

"We'll see won't we?" Brooke smiles as Mark leads her out of the house.

* * *

"Miss Lauren." Pilar rushes down the hallway and follows Lauren into her bedroom, holding a white envelope.

"Yes?" Lauren spins round and watches Pilar approach.

"This came for you this morning whilst you were out."

"Thank you." Pilar leaves and Lauren turns over the envelope to see the return address. Seeing the location almost causes her to collapse and light headed, she shuts the door to the adjoining bathroom where John has stepped into the shower.

"Why now?" Lauren mutters to herself and uses a fingernail to slice open the envelope. Inside is a clean white single page letter which Lauren takes out and flips open.

She reads the words carefully and then scans over them again to make sure she has fully understood them. Just reading the letter brings back painful memories which engulf her and she holds it away from her as if it might attack her physically.

Carefully checking that John is still in the shower, Lauren heads over to her chest of drawers and opens up the bottom one, shuffling around with her hands, looking for a concealed but empty space. When she finds one, she slides the letter into the drawer and slams it shut quickly hoping that ignoring the problem might eventually make it go away.

Red Store Restaurant: San Francisco

Finding a secluded table in the corner of the restaurant, Michael holds Constance's arm and leads her gently towards it. He leaves his wheelchair at the door, annoyed by how restrictive it is. Despite her advanced age, Constance is still extremely active but it is very easy for her to use all her energy quickly.

"Thank you." Constance says a little breathlessly as Michael pulls out her seat. On returning to the other side of the table and seating himself, Michael can see that his grandmother's cheeks are slightly flushed and she has certainly lost wait since the last time he saw her.

"Is everything okay with you?" He prods. "Healthwise?"

"Yes of course it is." Constance replies, patting her perfectly coiffed hair. "Why? Don't I look healthy?"

"You look wonderful as always." Michael compliments her with a smile.

"As do you. Especially for someone who has just come out of hospital." Constance starts to peruse her menu and after a few moments, she looks up, hoping to find a waiter. However across the restaurant, she can see two attractive women, giggling and looking in their direction.

"What is it?" Michael looks up and turns his head to try and see what his grandmother is staring at.

"It looks like you've got a couple of admirers." She whispers excitedly.

"I don't think so." Michael turns back round and tries to conceal his blushes.

"What are you so embarrassed about my dear? You're quite a catch. I'm sure you get many attractive ladies coming on to you."

"Not too many." Michael replies quizzically and attempts to bury his head in his menu. This is just the kind of thing he always expects from his grandmother. She is always harassing him to settle down and get married. As if reading his mind, she breaks the silence with the one standby comment that she never fails to use upon visiting California.

"I always wondered why you never got married and settled down. I began to wonder for a time if you were gay…" Michael looks up, shocked but Constance waves a hand, "…which would have been fine with me. I don't have a problem with it at all. But your mother said you were never ready to get married. Isn't there anybody special in your life?"

Michael pours himself a glass of chilled water from the pitcher in the center of the table and waits for a moment before answering. "Well there is someone I've become interested in."

"Really." Constance purses her lips. "And who might that be?"

"My doctor Donna Hanson. She saved my life after the fire."

"Eww." Constance curls her lip in distaste. "A woman who's seen your insides? I'm not sure about that…"

"I don't think…"

"Calm down. I was only joking." Constance smiles wickedly.

"Good. I don't know much about her though. I wanted to ask her out when I was in the hospital but it seemed a little inappropriate."

"You're not in the hospital now, my dear."

"Meaning?"

"Meaning, why don't you ask her on a date?" The waiter approaches the table and takes down the orders before scurrying off to the kitchen and Michael resumes the conversation.

"You really think I should?"

"What have you got to lose?" Constance encourages him. "You only live once Michael. Take every opportunity you can. Go to the hospital tonight and sweep the woman off her feet." She raises her glass in the air. "Here's to your new venture."

Wheeler Estate: Napa Valley

"Hello." Isabelle says as she steps onto the patio, shutting the door on a disgruntled Pilar.

"Isabelle." Cassie acknowledges, still slightly embarrassed about her outburst at Jake's memorial service.

Guy is in the pool, swimming laps furiously whilst Cassie reads a women's magazine at a wrought iron breakfast table.

"Is everything okay?" Isabelle looks down at Cassie's stomach and then back up again.

"Yes." Cassie replies, rather uncomfortably.

"Look." Isabelle sits down at the table and taps on the glass top with her fingernails. "I'm going to cut to the chase. I can't say I approve of you and Guy but then again I didn't know the details of your marriage to Jake. Either way, whoever is the father of your baby, it will still be family. And I want you to know that I will take care of you to the best of my ability."

"Thanks." Cassie beams and puts her hand on Isabelle's. "Although now that Julia's heading up Wheeler, I can imagine it would be difficult for you to look after youself…"

"Don't worry. That's only a temporary situation. I still have a say about this house and you can live here as long as you like. I also wondered…whether Guy might like to move in too."

As Isabelle finishes her sentence, Guy pulls himself out of the pool and notices his mother at the table. Dripping with water, he grabs a nearby towel to dry his exposed body as he walks towards the two women.

"What's this all about? A family meeting without me? That's never happened before."

"Please Guy…" Cassie cuts in and Guy kisses her in an unspoken agreement to end his vitriolic attack.

"Actually I was talking to Cassie about whether or not you might like to move in here." Isabelle gestures towards the mansion.

"I don't think so." Guy replies, without missing a beat.

"I just thought…" Isabelle begins.

"No." Guy shouts. "I don't want to live here and I definitely do not want to be a part of this family."

Guy storms off inside the house and prepares to go back to his apartment as Isabelle fights back the frustration that is consuming her body.

* * *

"I needed that." John exclaims as he comes out of the steaming bathroom. He heads over to Lauren who is sitting on the bed and fastens a towel around his waist. "Do you want to go out this evening?"

There is no answer and he puts his hand on Lauren's shoulder, causing her to jolt. "Sorry? Oh…no. I'm fine."

"You sure?" John flops down behind her on the bed and she turns around.

"Yes I'm sure." Her voice strains and she tries to clear her mind of the thoughts. Not only what she did with the body…but the letter too. Why does everything have to go wrong for me?

"Okay." John touches her again and heads to the closet to get changed. He does not notice the tears streaming down her face.

* * *

Sitting on a bench at the side of the house, Isabelle looks out over the valley and absorbs the beauty from her surroundings. This is the only thing she ever missed about the house when she was in Europe. Her peace and tranquility is lost when she hears somebody's footsteps crackling on the ground behind her. She does not look round but becomes tense when the person sits down on the bench next to her.

"I thought I told you to leave." She spits.

"But I want to stay." Greg does not look at her and keeps his eyes focused on the same beautiful view she seems so enamored with.

"Did you consult Adrienne about that?"

"Don't be bitter Isabelle.

"I find it pretty hard not to be after what she did. You should be careful of your daughter Greg. She is a spoilt little witch."

Greg begins to move his hands nervously. "She's still my daughter. But I believe that she did something to you. Sometimes she can get a little jealous…"

"You don't say." Isabelle exhales sharply.

"But that doesn't mean I don't still love you."

Isabelle remains silent and casts her mind back on the past few years she has spent with Greg. All happy, despite being marred by Adrienne's incessant interfering. She remembers the times they used to share and how the relationship was so different from the personal hell she had gone through with so many years married to Martin. She knows that a relationship like that is not worth wasting. "What are you going to do about Adrienne?" Isabelle finally speaks.

"I don't know." Greg answers honestly. He raises his right arm and puts it loosely around Isabelle's shoulders. They sit there for a while in silence, just looking at the view and appreciating everything they have to share.

San Francisco General Hospital: San Francisco

Michael glides confidently down the corridor inspired by his conversation with Constance and stops as he reaches the nurses desk.

"Excuse me." He tries to garner the receptionist's attention and she drops files, flustered.

"Sorry. I'm new." She shouts out from under the desk where she is picking up the papers.

"Okay…" Michael wheels around the desk to help the receptionist and gets out of the wheelchair onto the floor.

"Carly?" Donna's voice reaches them over the desk and Michael pops up with Carly, the receptionist, clutching a batch of files.

"Um…what the hell is going on?" Donna quizzes them and eyes Michael's empty wheelchair disapprovingly.

"I'm sorry Dr Hanson. I dropped these files and he came round to help me…"

"Fine." Donna walks around and pulls Michael aside noticing that he seems to be embarrassed. Putting a hand firmly on his shoulder, she takes him by surprise by pushing down into the wheelchair. "Stay in there. We made a deal."

"I know but…"

"No buts. Anyway why are you here? Can't you get enough of this place? Don't tell me…you're missing the food."

"No." Michael laughs. "Actually I came into see you. Now you can feel free to say no if you like and I won't mind but…I was wondering if you perhaps…would like to go out with me sometime…on a kind of…date."

"Yes." Donna responds immediately and taking a piece of paper from her pocket, she writes down her phone number, handing it to Michael. "I wondered when you would get round to asking me. Give me a call. We can arrange something."

"Right…great." Michael is pleased as Donna walks away smiling and Carly grins inanely at her desk. Michael is so used to women hitting on him that he has forgotten what it is like to make the first move. It definitely wasn't as difficult as he thought it would be but he didn't exactly sweep her off her feet.

Wheeler Estate: Napa Valley

Ascending the stairs, Isabelle reflects happily about her conversation with Greg and is embarrassed to find herself grinning. The only thing that can bring her crashing back to earth is remembering what she did with Ian's body…and how Guy was planning on using it against her.

She finds herself outside of Lauren's bedroom and knocks hard on the door before entering. Lauren is lying back on the bed, her eyes closed and Isabelle approaches silently. It is getting dark and there is a lamp switched on beside the bed.

"Lauren." She whispers and the younger woman sits up with a start.

"You frightened me." Lauren scolds shakily.

"I'm sorry." Isabelle responds with a look of worry taking over her face. She sits down on the bed and stares at Lauren, looking into her eyes to see what is wrong. It must be Ian… "Are you okay?"

"I'm…I'm…no I'm not okay!" Lauren jumps up and begins to gesticulate wildly, her face looking haunted in the dim light.

"What's wrong?"

"How can you even ask that question? Why did you make me do it? I thought I had moved on and you made me bury the body again. You made me touch him!"

"That's why you've been so quiet?"

Lauren hesitates. The letter was just the final straw. Burying Ian is the reason for this, she tries to convince herself. "Yes. It was sick. Why couldn't you have just let Guy reveal everything about the body. There was no proof to say that it was Ian Sanderson. Not if we stripped him of his clothes."

"I didn't want to take any chances."

"Well I can't take this. I can't take everything that is happening…"

"Now you listen to me." Isabelle stands and grips her daughter's shoulders tightly, shaking her gently. "You were in that courtroom this morning and you saw Stephanie Elliott go to a mental institution. Do you want to end up the same way?"

"No!" Lauren begins to sob.

"Then get yourself together! Everything will be okay if you just try and forget about it!" Isabelle pulls Lauren to her and holds her tightly. But despite the tears, Isabelle can't help but feel that there is more to this than meets the eye.

California State Penitentiary: San Quentin

Darren lies on his mattress in the damp, dark cell and puffs on a cigarette, knowing that he is quickly using his weekly ration. On hearing approaching footsteps, he stubs it out on the wall and growls at the fact that he has just wasted one.

Two guards unlock his cell and enter. He knows them both and is aware that they are both on Julia Wheeler's pay role. Usually they bring good news.

"Get up." One of them grabs his arm and begins to lead him out of the cell.

"Where are we going?" Darren yanks himself away as they put handcuffs on him for appearance's sake.

"The boss has organized a chopper for you. She wants you out of here."

"What?" Darren yells. They turn a corner and the guards take him to a waiting ladder which leads to the roof. Whilst one of the guards keeps watch by the ladder, Darren climbs up to the roof and is immediately struck by the harsh night air. Nobody can see him and the guards in the tower appear to be changing over. Everything has been perfectly planned and Darren's face lights up when he sees a helicopter approaching in the distance.

"Get ready to get on!" The guard whispers in his ear.

"Where am I going?"

"South America. The boss has got a place for you there and she doesn't want to see you again."

Everything after that seems to happen in a split second. The helicopter lands hurriedly on the roof and Darren is disorientated by the whirling blades. The guard unlocks his handcuffs and he climbs aboard as gunshots ring out and an alarm begins to sound. The helicopter climbs into the air and distances itself from the growing chaos as Darren silently thanks Julia for helping him escape.

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