| Soap Sins May 2, 2013 CHAPTER 57 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. LINK ONLY! SUSPECT! Previously on SOAP SINS - Dragos lowered his voice. "They now have a suspect who is wanted in the shooting of Chip, your executive producer." - She peered at him from the mirror. "Who?" - He peered back at her with his dark intense eyes. "Me and I have no intention of going quietly into the night! Just keep driving and act as natural as possible ..." The story now continues ... - Dakota slowed down and did a u turn. - Christopher removed his hands from his ears. "Is that legal on this street??" - She told her ten-year-old son to cover his ears again. He did. - Dragos frowned. "You're going the wrong way." - She pressed on the accelerator with a spiked designer heel. "If you need to talk and maybe hide, the only way you will be able to blend in will be at a place where nobody cares about any else's business, scandal is commonplace, and morality is no more than a dreaded word." - "You mean ..." - "The studio." Pause. "I know you didn't shoot Chip the producer, by the way." - When they pulled back into the studio lot, a small crowd of screaming females was already camped out on the street, hoping to catch a glimpse of the singer who would be appearing on a late night talk show. Dakota did not pull into her own spot. Instead, she pulled into the spot of the show villain, who was presently vacationing in Monte Carlo. His spot was closest to the door, on account of his bad balance from drinking too much. - The soap star, her maybe vampire brother soap actor, and her son - who now fancied himself a lawyer - arrived at her dressing room without incident. At least they hadn't been followed. After sending Christopher to the commissary for a snack, she asked Dragos to tell her his story. - He glanced in her dressing room mirror and fixed his hair, his face as handsome as ever in spite of the merciless lighting that could make or break a career. "A reporter contacted me who is no reporter and asked me all kinds of questions. He seemed to be some sort of cop digging around. I know he suspected me. I could see it in his eyes. Madame Etelka the psychic would understand." - Dakota took out her pink phone and vowed to get to the bottom of the matter. She had contacts in all walks of life, including Interpol, who still owed her for helping them out once upon a time. And so she called her contact and gave the name of the mysterious reporter who apparently had Dragos pegged as a suspect. The return call came within the hour. Dakota thanked her Interpol contact and dropped the pink phone back in her Prada handbag. "The name of your fake reporter is the alias used by the flunky of a known mobster in eastern Europe." - Dragos grinned, but his dark eyes flickered. "I owe you one." - Dakota blinked. "I had problems with a mobster in the past and it did not end well. Crystal and expensive windows were broken in the house when he tried to kill us. I will not tolerate killer mobsters again. It is just too costly." - Dragos shrugged his shoulders. "I hear you, sis, no worries." He now sneakily asked what she had meant when she implied she knew who had shot Chip the producer. She quipped she had meant exactly what she said. - Dragos started to put a cigarette in his mouth and she snatched it away with her long red nails. "No smoking anywhere within twenty meters of me." - "What are you going to do about it?" - "I could reduce you to recurring." - "I was referring to Chip’s attacker. If you know who it is, what are you planning to do?" - Dakota's cat eyes narrowed. "I plan to reveal them with maximum public exposure - for myself, of course. I will do it live at the Daytime Awards next week, but first I have to prepare." - "With evidence?" - "More important. I need to find the perfect designer dress to wear ..." |
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