“Are you sure he’s dead?” Shannon asked Rick and Stephanie because she didn’t want to check that out herself.
Rick reached down to the pool and pulled Tim’s body to the edge. Rick didn’t feel a pulse and let Tim slide back into the pool.
”He’s dead”.
”Oh God…” Shannon said as she covered her mouth. Stephanie just stood on the other side of the pool, staring down at Tim.
”Stephanie, what happened?” Rick asked.
”I don’t know”, Stephanie said, not taking her eyes off Tim.
”I’ll go call the police”, Rick said and headed back into the guesthouse.
”I’ll go with you!” Shannon said and hurried after Rick. She didn’t feel like being alone with Stephanie and a dead guy at that time.
Stephanie sat down on one of the outdoor furniture’s and just stared at Tim in confusion and shock. She looked around the yard, it was empty and the only sound she heard was Rick’s voice from the guesthouse.
Rick and Shannon walked out and over to Stephanie, Shannon stayed behind Rick. She was scared, she didn’t know Stephanie and had no idea what she was or wasn’t capable of. And in this case, it was obvious that she was capable of murder.
”Stephanie, I need you to tell me what happened here” Rick said. “Stephanie?”
”He moved!” Stephanie said and stood up, pointing over to Tim’s body. Rick turned to see for himself, but Tim was still lifeless floating around.
”He’s dead, Stephanie”.
”He moved, I saw it…” Stephanie said confused.
”It’s okay, Stephanie, it´s okay… Sit down here” Rick said as he made her sit down again. “The police is on the way and we will get to the bottom of this. But I need you to tell me what happened here”.
”I didn’t kill him, Rick”.
”I am not accusing you. I just need to know what happened.”
”I don’t know what happened.”
”Just leave her alone, Rick” Shannon said. The last thing she wanted was for Stephanie to get upset with them.
”Shannon, the police are going to want to know what happened here”.
”Then let them do the questioning” she hissed to him, almost panicked. Rick realized she was scared and hugged her tightly. She broke free from him annoyed.
After a couple of minutes, a police car pulled up on the driveway. 2 officers walked out and over to the pool where they saw the others.
”What do we have here?” asked one of the officers as they saw Tim’s body in the pool. The other officer reached down and turned Tim around. They both could see it was a murder case from the bullet hole in Tim’s chest.
”Do you know what happened?” one of them asked Rick, who seemed the best one of them to ask.
”Me and my girlfriend found him like that.”
”Do you know this man?”
”He’s our pool manager, Tim Cameron”.
”What about you?” Stephanie looked up but didn’t answer at first.
”Do you know what happened?”
”I found him”.
”Did you see the shooter?”
”No…”
”I’ll call for the CSU.” the other officer said and picked up her walkie-talkie.
”Me and Rick, we were in the guesthouse when we heard a shot” Shannon said.
”What did you do after that?”
”We didn’t think it was a gunshot at first. But then I looked out the window and saw Mrs. Forrester out here and she dropped a gun.”
The officer looked around and finally saw a gun.
”Is that your gun, Mrs. Forrester?”
”Yes, it is” Stephanie admitted.
The officer turned around to his partner and they exchanged knowing glances.
”Stephanie Forrester, you are under arrest for the murder of Tim Cameron” the male officer said as he placed handcuffs on Stephanie. “You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in the court of law. You have the right to an attorney. If you can’t afford one… who are we kidding here? Come on”.
”Wait, you can’t do this” Rick said as he tried to stop the police. “She didn’t kill him.”
”That is up for the investigators to find out. Just let me do my job now”.
”Jones, McGraw”, a policeman said as he and his partner arrived.
”We are taking Mrs. Forrester down to the station for questioning. The CSU are on their way, make sure no one touches a thing out here until they get here.”
”Got it”.
The police walked off with Stephanie, who did no attempts of disobeying.
”What a mess!” Rick sighed to Shannon.

”Eric Forrester” Eric answered like always.
”Dad, it’s Rick. Stephanie was just arrested by the police, they took her down to the station”.
”Why?”.
”Tim Cameron was killed today. They believe she killed him. I think you should go over to the police station” ”I’m on my way” Eric said and hung up his car phone.

Brooke sat in her office at Forrester going through some sale reports. Suddenly, she felt a chill down her spine. She looked up. There was no one around her, so she looked down to her papers again. Then she felt it again.
”That’s weird” she told herself. She could have sworn she wasn’t alone.
”Hello? Is anybody out there?” she called out. No one answered. Brooke figured she was being paranoid and went back to her work. But soon, she again felt as if someone was watching her. She decided to check it out. She got out of her chair and opened the door to the corridor. It was empty. Not even Megan was around.
”Maybe I’m not over the attempted rape after all…” she decided and went back to her desk.

Darla was laying on her couch in her apartment watching her favorite soap opera The young and the restless. She always taped it to unwind to it at evenings. Her tummy was getting bigger for every day that passed and the kid was pushing on her bladder. It was time for another trip to the bathroom. Darla paused the VCR and rolled off the couch to get up from the floor. As she headed for the bathroom, she suddenly felt a kick from the child.
”Take it easy on your mom, would you!” she joked.
But as soon as she got into the bathroom, she felt a stronger pain. It hurt so much she could hardly breathe. She got scared, real scared. As she grabbed the handle to the bathroom door, she felt the pain grow stronger. She hurried to the phone to call her doctor.
”Dr Simmons, this is Darla Einstein. I am having cramps or something. I am not sure what it is but I am sure of the pain. I need you!”
”What kind of pain is it? Contractions?”
”No, I don’t think so. It feels like someone is stabbing me with a knife. It really hurts.”
”Can you come to the hospital? Is there someone who can give you a ride?”
”Maybe. But what can I do until then?”
”Nothing, I’m afraid. But get down here as fast as you can. I don’t mean to worry you, it may be nothing. But to be on the safe side, you should get here as fast as you can”.
”I will. I’ll be there soon.”
Darla hung up, took a few deep and fast breaths and picked up the phone again.
”Clarke? It’s Darla. I need your help!”

Massimo was in his office looking at a picture of Ridge and Stephanie.
”I promised you I would make everything in my power to see to it that you get everything you deserve, my son. You don’t deserve someone like Brooke Logan. You should be with someone respectable. Someone like Taylor was. I will just have to make sure it happens. Cause right now, you cannot see clearly. And my grandchildren deserves someone they can look up to for their stepmother. Don’t you see how wrong Brooke is for you and your children? My Tokyo plan didn’t work. But my next one will. And you will thank me in the long run.”

Eric walked into the police station. He passed a few police officers talking to a couple of men looking like pimps. One of them tried to touch him with his slimy hands. Eric looked disgusted at him and continued to walk.
”Don’t think you’re better than we are just because you wear Armani, cause you aren’t” one of the pimps yelled after him.
Eric ignored him and continued over to the counter which looked like it would be the place to turn for information.
”Excuse me, I am looking for my wife, Stephanie Forrester” he told the policeman sitting behind the desk filling out a paper form.
”I’m sorry, you are not allowed to see her now. She is being questioned. If you’d like, you can sit down and wait, but it may take a while.”
”Thanks” Eric said and stepped away from the desk. He picked up his cellular phone and called Jonathan.
”Jonathan, it´s Eric. Stephanie has been arrested and we need your help. Can you come over?”
”To Beverly hills?”
”Yes”
”I´ll be there within an hour”
”Thank you”.

A policeofficer walked Stephanie out to the fingerprints table.
”Leave all your jewelry and all possessions in this box, please” he ordered Stephanie. She did what she was told even though she was feeling violated from all orders. But there was no reason to argue with the police about the little things.
”Give me your right hand” he told her after she put her wedding ring in the box. She obeyed and the officer inked her fingers one by one and made the prints like he had done so many times before.
”The other hand, please”.
When the prints were made, he walked her over to the wall with the measurements behind.
”I’m going to take your mug shots now. Please stand here and hold this sign up” he ordered as she took the black and white sign. He went behind the camera and took the picture.
”Turn to your right” he said. “And turn around completely”.
”Is that it?” she asked.
”Yes, I will take you to the cell now”.
”The cage, you mean?”
”We prefer ‘cell’ around here”.
”Yes, that is much better…”
”Come on”, he said and took her arm as they walked out. As they passed the front desk on their way to the cells, Stephanie saw Eric across the room.
”Eric!” she called out. Eric looked up and saw her as she was pulled into another corridor.
”Stephanie” he said before she was gone again.
”What are you doing? That was my husband out there. I need to talk to him” Stephanie argued to the police officer.
”This is not some hotel where you come and go as you wish. Not even if your last name happens to be Forrester, Hilton or Versace”.
”Then can you please let me talk to him from the cell?”
”You’ll get 5 minutes, that’s when you will be questioned.
”Looking forward to it…” Stephanie faked a smile to the police.

”I’m on my way, Logan”, Ridge said to himself as he looked out the little airplane window. They were taxing out from Tokyo’s international airport and Ridge relaxed back on his seat after buckling up.
”Who’s Logan?” the woman next to him asked. “Sorry, I’m nosey…”
”No, it’s okay. You’re American?”
”Yeah, and you’re Ridge Forrester, right?”
”Yes, I am”
”I recognize your face from magazines. This Logan person… Is it your son?”
”No, Brooke Logan, CEO of Forrester.”
”Oh, right! How could I forget… She’s been in the magazines a lot…”
”A little too much for our liking.”
”I can imagine. I know you have a son my age, what was his name?”
”Thomas, and I have two twin girls too. Phoebe and Steffy”
”Steffy… She’s named after Stephanie Forrester, right?”
”My mother, yes”.
”That’s sweet. I wanted to name my son after his father, but thankfully he showed his true colors before I could officially give him a name.”
”That’s fortunate. What’s your name?”
”Monica. Monica Peterson”
”Your husband wouldn’t have to be Pierce Peterson, would it?”
”No, it’s Daniel. Why?”
”No reason. Looks like we’re taking off now”.

Bridget came back to the Insomnia after being away for a few hours. CJ stopped reading the menu and walked over to her.
”Where have you been?”
”Doing errands”
”At this time of hour?”
”Yes, why?”
“Were you with Deacon?”
”Are you gonna start arguing with me about Deacon again?”
”I was just wondering”
”No, I was not with Deacon. I was with Betsy.”
”Okay”
”You look disappointed. Did you want me to be with Deacon so you can take out some anger you have bottled up inside over me?”
”Why would I do that?”
”I don’t know. But that is what you seem to do. You close up and is angry all the time. It’s not very fun to hang out with you at times” Bridget said and walked upstairs.
”Troubles with your girlfriend?” a person asked behind CJ´s back. He turned around to see an attractive dark-haired woman sitting by a table drinking coffee.
”I’m not sure”
”I am. I think she is still hung up on Deacon”.
“How would you know?”
”I know Deacon.”
”He screwed you over too?”
”No, he’s my brother.”
”I didn’t know Deacon had a sister”
”Neither did he until a few weeks ago. I’m Dina Sharpe. And I am guessing you are CJ Garrison?”
”Yes, have you talked to him about us?”
”Not a lot. I know he’s still hung up on Bridget, but can’t have her because she’s with some ‘club owner prick’ with a famous last name”
”That’s right. I hope he gets used to it and backs off”
”Backing off is not my brother’s specialty. I’ve learned that quickly.”
”Well that’s just great! How am I gonna compete with that? It’s just that, they share history together. You don’t get over something like that so easily. Deacon had a tight grip on Bridget for a long time. She’d forgive him for everything”.
”Well, not quite everything, right? Or they would be together now. What did he do? He refuse to tell me”.
”He had an affair with Bridget’s mother and had a child with her while he was married to her”.
”Whoa! You’re kidding me! No wonder Bridget hasn’t taken him back”.
”But I have a bad feeling it’s just a matter of time before she does”.
”If she does, then that is her problem.”
”I don’t want to see her get hurt. It was fine for a long time when Deacon was backing off, but now he’s starting to come here again pushing her to forgive him. She’s always been weak to him. I’m scared of what may happen”.
”It sounds to me like you are selling yourself short. She’d be a fool not to pick you over Deacon.”
”Thanks”
”That was not a compliment, just the plain truth. If Bridget is stupid enough to forgive Deacon after what he did to her, then she doesn’t deserve you”.
”You know what? You’re right!” CJ smiled.
”Always. It’s a nice place you’ve got here by the way. I’ll stop by here again”
”I hope you do”.

”Stephanie?” Eric said as he got to the cells, lead by a police officer.
”Eric! Thank God. Get me out of here!”
”I already called Jonathan. We’ll set bail if necessary.”
”Good, I can’t stand this place” she whispered, not wanting her cellmates to hear that comment.
”I know. What happened? Rick said Tim has killed”.
”I don’t know what happened. Tim has been shot. He’s dead.”
”By who?”
”I don’t know. I didn’t see anyone. I just found him in the pool, apparently Rick and Shannon heard a gunshot and came out. But I didn’t hear any gunshot. I just found him like that and the next think I knew, Rick and Shannon came out.”
”We’ll get you out of here.”
”I hope so. They are gonna question me now.”
”By the time they are done, I will have set bail and you can go home.”
”Oh my God, Thorne! He needs to get his medication tonight. The nurse went home and Helen left”
”I’ll call Rick, don’t worry about that”.
”Thanks”.
”Okay, time is up. Sir, you have to leave”.
”Alright. Don’t worry, Jonathan will get you out of here” Eric said and left with the officer. Another officer came over to walk her to the interrogation room.

”So he’s gonna be okay?” Monica asked Ridge, as they were talking about Thorne’s accident.
”We don’t know yet. He may stay paralyzed for the rest of his life”.
”That’s awful. I’m gonna say a prayer for him.”
”That would be nice. He sure needs all the support he can get. In fact, I’ll call him right now” Ridge said and hooked off the plane phone in front of him. He dialed and waited for an answer.
”That’s weird… No one is picking up”
”Maybe they’re out?”
”No, someone is always there with Thorne. If not…” Ridge said as he got worried.
”If not what?”
”If he hasn’t gotten worse and been taken to the hospital again”.
”Don’t think like that. Try again.”
”I’ll call Kristen” Ridge said and dialed the number he had difficulty remembering but got it right.
”Kristen Forrester Dominguez”
”Kristen, hi, it’s me”
”Ridge? I can hardly hear you. Where are you?”
”I’m in an airplane. I’m heading back to LA”
”Okay”
”Listen, I called home to mom’s and she didn’t answer. I got worried if something has happened with Thorne.”
”Not that I know of. Maybe she just couldn’t come to the phone?”
”Yeah, maybe. How is Thorne anyway?”
”He’s doing a little better. He managed to lift a hand.”
”That’s good. I’ll be home by tomorrow. Good night”
”Good night”.
”So everything is okay?” Monica asked.
”Seems like it. My sister hadn’t heard otherwise, so I am assuming it. But it’s a little weird that mother didn’t answer.”
”Maybe she’s just gotten to bed and didn’t feel like answering. You know it’s late in LA now”
”That’s right. I’m sure she’s gone to bed then”.

“Jonathan!” Eric said as he saw Jonathan standing by the main desk.
”Eric, hi.”
”Do we have to set bail?”
”Eric, I’m afraid it won’t be so simple. Stephanie is the prime suspect in a murder. There will be a bail hearing on Monday.”
”Monday? But…”
”They don’t work during the weekends, you know that. I’ve talked to an officer here and I’m afraid it doesn’t look very good. We have to wait and see what the forensics and the ballistics reports say. As I understand, Stephanie doesn’t even have a witness.”
”What are you saying?”
”If Stephanie is going to get out of here, you need someone more qualified than I am. I do not specialize in crime cases. I have a man that I recommend. He is very good. Here is his number” Jonathan said as he handed Eric a business card.
”Russell Baxter? Never heard of him”.
”He’s good. He’s really good. Give him a call. He owe me a favor, so just mention my name and I think he’ll accept the case.”
”Thank you, I will.”
”Good luck”.