“What the he-”
Alejandro Garcia stamped on
his brakes and brought his car to a screeching halt mere inches away from his
friend. For a few seconds the sleek
gray Chevrolet Impala vibrated from the sheer physics involved with the action
of stopping. Alex hastily threw the
gearshift into park and jumped from the car.
“Are you crazy?” he
yelled, unmindful that Commissioner Mac Scorpio was also his boss at the Port
Charles Police Department. “I
could have run you over!”
Mac never shifted from his
relaxed stance. He stood with his
hands buried deep inside his windbreaker pockets. “You drive almost as well as I do,” Mac shrugged.
“I wasn’t worried.”
Alex took several calming
breaths. He could feel his
heartbeat slow to a more reasonable pace. “What
are you doing here, Mac?”
“The same thing you are, no
doubt.” The Commissioner turned
and looked out over Spoon Island. “The
guys from the WSB traced Dara to Wyndemere.
It was,” Mac glanced at Alex, “frankly the last place in the world I
would have expected.”
“I know,” Alex agreed.
“Do your guys know why Dara is there?
Or how she got herself involved with the Cassadines?”
All they uncovered so far is that Dara is on Spoon Island.
Of course, they will continue to look for answers.”
Mac frowned. “Speaking of
answers, do you mind telling me what led you here?”
“I got a phone call from a
source in the courthouse building.”
Mac scrutinized the other man.
“Do you have some kind of plan in mind for getting onto Spoon Island?
I don’t think I need to remind you that anything but an invitation from
the Cassadines would be considered trespassing.”
Mac’s voice became authoritative.
“That sort of thing is frowned on for sworn officers of the law.”
Alex received his boss’
message loud and clear. “Don’t
worry, Commissioner. I intend to
ask for permission very nicely.”
‘I’ll ask one time,’
Alex added silently. ‘After