Taggert hurried back to the station. On the way he called and set up a guard outside Lucky and Liz’s door. “Under no circumstances is anyone to get into that room, understand?” When he got to the station he quickly logged on to Interpol to see what he could find out about this Faison. He was surprised to find out that Faison had been involved in trouble in Port Charles before. As he read he realized that this was the man responsible for Robert and Anna Scorpio’s deaths. But he was dead! Taggert threw down his pen! “And I trusted that kid!” he thought. “Damn!” But Taggert went ahead and printed out the information including Faison’s picture. Maybe the kid was telling the truth and someone else was using Faison’s name. Or maybe Lucky’d heard the name and was making up a story to explain things so his girlfriend wouldn’t know the truth. He’d get to the bottom of whatever was going on. But somehow it was beginning to seem that it might not be simple.
Meanwhile, Mac Scorpio was pacing the floor at home. The Interpol tape was haunting him. That was Faison’s voice, he knew it. And if Faison was alive, then maybe Robert and Anna were too. He couldn’t stand it any more. He scribbled a note to Felicia and headed down to the station.
When he arrived, he spotted Taggert standing in front of the printer waiting on something. Taggert was deep in thought and didn’t hear Mac walk up. Mac quickly recognized the picture of Faison.
“What are you doing?” Mac asked.
Taggert jumped. “Oh hi, boss. I’m just doing a little research.”
“What for? Why are you investigating Caesar Faison? What have you got on him?” Mac was backing Taggert into a corner.
“Well, nothing really, yet. I’m just following a lead, sir.”
“What kind of lead? Come on Taggert. This is the scum that killed my brother. Don’t start keeping secrets from me now.”
“Well, boss, its kind of a long story.” Taggert looked around to make sure no one else was around. “It seems that maybe Lucky Spencer didn’t die in that fire after all.”
“What? What does that have to do with Faison? And if Lucky didn’t die, why was there a body in his room identified as him?” Mac didn’t like what he was hearing.
“Well, it seems that maybe this Faison character kidnapped Lucky. Come with me. I’ll explain what I know on the way.” Taggert didn’t think he could keep Mac out of this, so he figured he’d better let him in all the way to keep him quiet.
“Where are we going? You’d better start explaining now.” Mac was getting louder.
“Keep it down, boss. Lucky and Elizabeth Webber are at the Port Charles Hotel. I’ll explain the rest on the way.”
Meanwhile, back at the hotel, Elizabeth was still working through the fact the Lucky was still alive and here with her. It all seemed a bit surreal. And after all this time there was so much to say, and so much that seemed so trivial. Lucky could sense her discomfort.
“What’s wrong?” he asked her gently.
“I don’t know. This is all so strange! There is so much that you have missed out on. But it seems silly to tell you about a goofy party at Emily’s and stuff after all you’ve been through,” Elizabeth sighed.
“I want to hear it all; every last detail,” said Lucky. “Starting with the art school. Did you ever hear from them?”
“Yes, just a few days after your memorial service.”
“Well?”
“I was accepted.”
“Elizabeth!! That’s fantastic! I told you you’d get in! When do you leave?” Lucky was so thrilled for her.
“I don’t. I turned them down,” Elizabeth looked down.
“Why?” Lucky looked stunned.
“Lucky, that was our dream; yours and mine. I couldn’t go to New York without you. It would never have worked.”
Tears welled up in Lucky’s eyes. He hated what his ‘death’ had done to her. He hated himself for not escaping sooner. And he hated Faison even more for being responsible for this whole mess. “I’m so sorry Elizabeth.”