"I don't believe Lt. Soto said that to me", yelled Eric as he
walk
out of the police station with Linda.
"Oh come-on Eric, everyone can be suspected so don't get too
emotional." says Linda.
It's already dark and the two of them are walking slowly from the
police station to the car park situated near the "Balzer Hotel",
the most
high-class hotel in town. The car is, of course, the property of Eric,
given to him by Joan long time ago, when they first met.
When they got near the hotel, however, both of them sense trouble
- there are crowds of people around the area, with police blocking the
road off nosy people from everywhere.
"There must be an accident," said Eric to Linda, in a
I-know-everything tone Linda dislike.
From a by-stander, they learnt that a car with a husband and wife
crashed into a building, and they were both killed.
"But that's horrible." exclaimed Linda.
<Models, Inc.> Role Play Episode 08
The Good Son
"Well at least we've got Anna to the police." said Sarah, laughing.
The group has just returned from the police station after
forcefully bringing Anna there.
After all that's been happening over the last few days, the residents of
the beach house have eagerly enjoyed a cozy, relaxing meal together. Julie
and Craig are nestled close together at the table, lazily stroking the
inside of each others' arms. Among them are Cynthia and Sarah. The
room is lit by candles of various sizes set throughout the main floor of
the house. Several empty wine bottles sit on the center of the table, and
a comfortable mood has settled over them.
Julie has never been happier, and for the first time in her life,
she feelstruly good about herself. She has been through so much, her
homelife had
been a nightmare, then her struggle to make it entirely on her own. Now
she had finally made something of herself, which would never have succeeded
had it not been for Hillary's maternal nurturing and patience. She had
also let her defenses down with Craig, and had been amply rewarded with
his
love and commitment. She contemplated this as she rested in Craig's arms,
and the sides of her mouth curled up ever so slightly.
Sarah noticed this and remarked with a sly grin, "Well, Julie, don't
you
look like the cat that ate the canary."
"I'm just so happy, for the first time ever. It's a great feeling."
"Yeah, well get used to it, little lady," replied Craig, and he
turned his head toward Julie's and gave her nose a quick peck. The others
smiled
appreciatively.
Hillary arrived at the dinner, however Judy and Robin is no where
to be seen yet. Traffic? May be.
Hillary sits down for dinner wearing her new Karl Lagerford
evening suit. For being more than half a century old she's very proud of
her looks and
likes to wear her skirts a little on the short side. She glances around
the table and still gets a little jealous of all the young good looking
people around her.
She thinks back to her roots before she started the
Modeling Agency and wonders what her life would be like if she took
another route. Her relationship with both of her children are very
strained. Amanda barely talking to her and David still off in Europe
doing god knows what. She starts to look around at all the handsome men
around her and is pleasantly assured that they still find her very
interesting by the flirtatious looks she's been getting. She remembers her
botched up date with a male prostitute that turned out to be Eric. This
brings a smile to her lovely face and makes her feel more comfortable with
the crowd she's with. She asks the butler for another glass of champaigne
in hopes of getting in the same jolly mood all the others are in. She
surveys the table and notices everyone is laughing or smiling.
She wonders what the hell everyone else is drinking? She could
use a little of the same.
"Where are Judy and Robin?" thought Hillary. "Why can't I
have a
son like them?"
"I've already told you a million times!" now yelling, Anna is
getting annoyed by the questioning of Lt. Soto.
"Julie you're dead!" thinks Anna. "I'm going to pay you back
for this."
"I know, I know." said Lt. Soto without emotion, "but please
repeat what you've told us once more."
"Okay, I'll say it again - I saw Stephanie planting the bomb near
Monique's house, and that's about it."
"Well did you see anyone else?"
"NO NO NO! I'm *NOT* going to repeat this again. I'm leaving!"
"Wait. Why don't you say this again, with more details..."
"Ms. Hillary Michaels?"
A police officer interrupted the party by rushing through to
Hillary, attracting attention from everyone inside the function room.
"Are you here to accompany Mr and Mrs Robin Willington?" asked
the
officer, now running out of breath due to the rush.
Hillary sensed trouble.
"Yes," she answered calmly but eagerly. "What's wrong? Where
are they?"
"There was an accident, just outside the hotel." said the
policeman slowly. "and m'am, I think you'd better come with me."
"What happened? Where are they now? Are they Okay?" Hillary shot
her questions at the police officer like bullets from a machine gun.
"They... were both killed."
Hillary looked stunned, but then, as she leaves the room, a
strange smile is upon her face.
THE END OF RP.08 "The Good Son"
Written by
*Traci "DRAGONETTES" <TH06@swt.edu>
*Bryan P. Vincent <bvincent@nwlink.com>
*WhiteDog <lwdog@netspace.net.au> and
*Frank Filipek <filipek@clam.rutgers.edu>
New storyline devised by Douglas Fairbanks, WhiteDog and
*Danielle Spence <DANIELLE_SPENCE@HP-PaloAlto-om4.om.hp.com>.
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