Epilogue

Stefan Cassadine stood at the precipice of the excavation wearing a hard hat. He admired the handiwork of Lorenzo Spencer from this lofty perspective. The dungeon had everything set up to perfection. The planning and care with which it had been accomplished was enough to make Stefan react with admiration. So close. He’d almost been rid of Luke Spencer for good. He wouldn’t have had to do a single thing. The breeze lifted the lapel of his charcoal suit jacket. The spring day was the first day of work since the police had left the crime scene.

The breeze brought a piece of yellowed paper to rest at his feet. The edges were curled, as if it was very old, but it was remarkably uncreased. He bent, curious to see what had survived the explosion in the dungeon. It was a list of some sort, several unfamiliar names, most struck through with a fine line. Then there were names he knew Lucky Spencer, Tony Jones, John Jacks, Jane Jacks, Brenda Barrett, Jasper Jacks, Chloe Morgan, Lucas Jacks, Candace Jacks, Barbara Jean Jacks, and Luke Spencer. None had lines through them. Jerry Jacks. Crossed out halfway. Odd.

Someone tapped him lightly on the shoulder. He turned to see who was bothering him at this moment of revelation. It was one of the demolition men.

"Sir, I thought you’d like to know, we’re ready to detonate the dynamite. You’ll have to step aside."

"Yes. Yes, of course, thank you." Stefan moved off towards his limousine. He clutched the list in his hand and smiled smugly. What was that old saying? Finders, Keepers? Stefan laughed as an idea began to form…