Episode 18:"Mighty Things of
Small Beginnings Grow."
(John Dryden)

Jack parked his Jaguar outside Portofino — formerly Wings. Jack turned off the engine and Jennifer started to open her door, but Jack stopped her and indicated for her to wait. He walked around the car and gallantly opened the door . Jennifer, stepped out and looked at him in shock, "Jack you never open the door for me, what gives?"

"Au contraire, Jack dramatically offered her his arm. Jennifer frowned, "Jack you are in a surprisingly good mood, and come to think about it you have been for the past few days. What gives?"

Obviously hiding something and flashing a rye smile, "Me. Why would you think that." Noticing her expression. "Can you blame me. I am a man who has been given a second chance. A man who was snatched from the jaws of death. A man that played the Grim Reaper a game of chess and won. A man that was almost an ex-parrot — a Norwegian Blue."

Jennifer's expression sobered, as the reality hit her again. Her heart sank thinking how close she had been to losing him. "Why so glum," Jack cheerfully replied, "The night is young and so are we. There's romance and magic in the air."

Jennifer's mood changed again, "Romance and magic in the air? That does not sound like the man that I married. You're hiding something Jack, I can tell by that cat that swallowed the canary grin, so what gives? What are you up to?."

"What gives? What am I up to? I could easily say the same about you, my dear spouse, you have been very secretive yourself the past few days. You even accepted my proposal for dinner tonight—

"I you were the one who accepted my proposal. I always am trying to get you to take me out, but you're always too busy or tired Or embarrassed."

"Not to be contradictory, my dear, I am always ready for a night on the town with my gorgeous spouse, you are another matter."

Just like their old-selves they continued their loving banter as they walked, arm-in-arm, towards the door. As each entered Portofino they both became more excited and expectant. They paused before entering the dining area, and simultaneously spoke, "Okay, close your eyes." This caused a fresh, good natured argument — neither willing to give way.

Finally, each with a wide and hopeful grin on their faces, they entered the room , which resounded in a large chorus of "SURPRISE." The room was festivity decorated, with two banners: One read "Congratulations Mrs. Deveraux. Good Luck in NYC"; the other, "Congratulations Jack on your good health." Jack and Jennifer looked around the room to see all their friends and family, Tom and Alice, Mickey and Maggie, Doug, Bo and Carly, Kayla and Stephanie, Marcus with his date Desirée, Jo with Vern, John and Isabella, and others standing up and applauding.

"So that's why you've been acting so strangely Jack," Jennifer said as she threw her arms around him and kissed him on his left cheek.

"And I could say the same about you."

Jack and Jennifer walked over towards the gathering. Jack spoke first, "Dr. Horton, Mrs. Horton, Jo, Doug, Mickey, Maggie.... and Vern," he said eyeing him, trying to figure out just what it meant that he was standing so close to Jo.

"Jennifer looked around the room, Where's Julie," Jennifer asked? There was an imperceptible glance between Alice and Jack."

"Julie?" Tom stuttered. Alice interrupted, "She's busy with the chef, she should be here soon." She flashed winked at Jack; he gave a slight smile in return.

Jack and Jennifer mingled and talked to their guests for several minutes. Jo, Alice, and Maggie spoke of how both Jack and Jennifer had the same idea to surprise the other. However, not to give the surprise way, they had told Jack and Jennifer that they would decorate the place for them, and that Doug and Julie would see to the food. Jack listened as Jennifer's family all told him how glad they were that he was healthy, and that his cancer was definitely cured. He believed that they meant that for him, and not just because of Jennifer. He actually felt apart of the grand Horton clan — and it felt good.

They were interrupted by Julie who entered with a grand flourish, behind her was Bill Horton, Jennifer's father. Jennifer squealed with joy seeing her father — she had not seen him in almost a year. She ran up to him and threw her arms around him. "How did you know? Grandma, you arranged this?" Alice shook her head, she, Julie, Doug, and Bill all pointed to Jack. "Oh Jack," Jennifer jumped on him and kissed him several times." Jack blushed. "Oh, I love you so much. You're the most sensitive, considerate, loving, caring man in the world." She jumped on him and kissed him again.

"You all are witnesses, you heard. I know that soon I will need to use her words...." Everyone laughed, and Jennifer gave her husband another quick kiss.

Doug spoke, "Before we eat, some words from our guests of honor. Jack?"

"Me, no.... no, I gave up speech making a long time ago—

"Well, if my husband wants to be a wimp...." Jack mouthed the words; Jennifer flashed a smile, "I have something to say. I am grateful beyond words that my husband is healthy, and that he will be with me for many years to come. Jack is my whole life, and I love him, you," she said staring at him her eyes reflecting the profound love she had for him. Jack smiled back, equally beaming with love. "I thank God every day for giving me the love of such a wonderful, caring, sensitive, loving man; a man who is handsome, intelligent, and extremely sexy. I am so grateful that our child will know her or his father. She or he is very fortunate to have such a wonderful father." Jennifer bent down and kissed Jack.

"Well, I guess that is my cue. I grasp for the appropriate words to use, and I am at a loss. Words are so.... they are so trivial in comparison. I am the one who is fortunate.... I am very proud.... of Jen.... my wife from those first days at the office I saw her as being a very intelligent, talent, loving, and lovely person. A rare jewel, a person who is caring, sincere, who will fight for what she believes in at any costs." Jennifer smiled at Jack, tears forming. "She will go to New York and take the world by storm. Everyone will see what I saw.... Again, I am very proud...." Everyone cheered. Jack rubbed his right eye, and leaned forward to kiss his wife. The guests "ahed and ohed," and Jack embarrassed continued, "She wrote that for me." Everyone laughed; Jennifer rolled her eyes.

The waiters appeared carrying trays, they stood in formation like efficient soldiers. Julie spoke "La cena `e pronto, mangiamo." Everyone sat at their respective tables, Jack and Jennifer went to the head table, set for just the two of them. She gasped, the table's centerpiece was a bouquet of delphiniums.

Much later, as Jennifer and Jack were finishing their desserts, Kayla, and Stephanie came up to their table. "Jennifer, Jack," said Kayla, "It was a great party. But it's getting late for your niece. So we must be off. I really am glad that everything turned out well for you Jack. Jennifer we are all going to tape and watch you everyday. And Stephanie is so excited that her aunt is going to be a TV star. Well, we must be going." Stephanie kissed Jennifer, and then in her two-year old speak, said good-bye to her uncle Jack, and gave him a big kiss and hug. Jack reciprocated, and blushed with emotion.

After they left, Bill pulled a chair over and sat next to them. "Well, this is my first chance to talk to my daughter and my son—in-law. Jack, I really am glad you're alright. It's a big milestone, that five year mark." Jack nodded. "I really appreciate all that you've done for my daughter. She is very lucky to have you. And I am very glad to consider you as a son." He extended his hand, and Jack shook it.

"Ahh, th.... tha.... thank you Dr. Hort—"

"Please, it's Bill!" Jack corrected himself.

Bill continued, "And my Jennifer Rose, about to be a mother. I am so very proud. The years have just flown by. I wish I could have b.... been a better father—" Jennifer was about to interrupt but Bill motioned for her not to do so, "Yes, I was not there when you needed me most. I am glad that you have Jack, I can see that the two of you love each other deeply. I am so glad that you have him to be there for you now." Jennifer smiled at Jack, and nodded her head in agreement.

Bill did not know how to continue, Jennifer noticed his reluctance. "Dad? Is there anything wrong. Is it Mom?"

"No, she's the same. I visited her before coming here. " Concerned, Jack took Jennifer's hand and squeezed it gently. Bill continued, "I told her you are pregnant. I think deep down she understood. And is as happy as I am." Jack smiled at Jennifer, and she returned the smile. Bill continued, "You know she has your wedding pictures by her bed. I've told her how happy you and Jack are and how fortunate you are to find someone like him. I think she understands on some level. She is happy for you. I know she is."

"Thanks Daddy, I appreciate knowing that."

"You two need to catch up, I see that Vern is paying an exceptional amount of attention towards Jo. I think I better check on the situation.

Seeing Jack coming towards their table, Vern immediately asked Jo to dance. Meanwhile, Jack was waylaid by Marcus and Desirée who had just come off the dance floor. Jack spoke to the twosome for a while. Again Jack thanked Marcus for all that he had done. Marcus, embarrassed, said it was nothing. Desirée had lost the exaggerated jive talk she had affected during the scam. Since Hawk's arrest she had settled down, mostly due to Marcus' guidance: She had taken a job working at one of the better clothing shops in town, and once a week volunteered at Alice's Restaurant.

Just as Jack was about to go over to finally talk to Jo, he ran into John and Isabella. Jack was pleased to see his dear friend. He had not spoken with her since he saw her at the hospital. "Thank you for coming, both Jennifer and I appreciate it."

"Well, it's the least John and I could do for my former roommate, and for my favorite escape artist," Isabella said with a smile." John added that his thanks too, for showing him his priorities.

Jack tried to read their expressions. Everything seemed alright between them. He softly sighed, it appeared that Isabella's test results were negative as well. His thoughts were interrupted by Isabella's request for a dance. Jack joked, as long as John approved.

Jennifer was seated amongst her family, Tom, Alice, Bill, Julie, Doug, Mickey, and Maggie, they had spent the time talking. Jennifer was so content, this is where she was the most happiest surrounded by her family, and especially with Jack. Thinking of her husband she scanned the room for him, and smiled when she saw him dancing with Isabella. Despite all Jack's theatrics and protestations, he was a loving and considerate man, who cared deeply for the people close to him.

Some time later, while Jennifer was talking with Bo and Carly, Jack spent the evening talking to Jo. It thrilled her how close they had become, and how far Jack had come to accepting her as his mother. She had feared so much that once he knew that she had killed Nick that he would never want her in his life. However, Jack proved to be protective and supportive — more than she had dreamed. She was so pleased that her Billy finally had the life she wanted for him since the day of his birth. It gave her such indescribable joy to see him happy with Jennifer, he was going to live a long life with Jennifer, and that they were going to raise a family. At least one of her sons would have the happiness she had prayed for. Maybe, in the end, she had done the right thing.

As for Jack, he had to admit it to himself, he really could not deny the truth, Jo was his mother. She had loved him even during the darkest times, even when he did not deserve it — even when he had been so terrible to his own brother, and to her. If it had not been for her, he would not be here. It was Jo who gave him the courage to fight for the one thing he wanted most in the world — Jennifer. Her mothering, pampering, unsolicited advice really meant more to him than he could ever say or admit.

Jack walked over to his wife, she was definitely the most lovely woman in the room — in the world. The rest of the town, the rest of the world may still consider him a pariah, but the one person that mattered did not; and that was all that concerned him.

Jennifer smiled upon seeing her husband, excusing herself she walked over to meet him. She dragged him outside; Jack ,playing their familiar game, pretended to protest. It was a beautiful May night, warmer than normal; the sky was a shade of midnight blue and the stars seemed to shine more brightly than normal.

"Isn't this romantic, Jack," Jennifer said as she stood in front of him, wrapping his arms around her body.

"Well, if you call piles of dirt, large pits, flashing orange lights from those whatchamacallits, those construction warning thingies, romantic, I guess it is." Jack was speaking about the massive construction project that was going on at Portofino. Doug and Julie's first stage of the remodeling was to create the Italiante Gardens, and the lakefront dancing and dining section, which would be part of the restaurant, casino, inn, Portofino.

Jennifer giggled, and then became serious. "I'm going to miss you so much, Jack Deveraux. It's never the same without you."

Jack loved hearing this, though he would not show it. Part of him feared that Jennifer would leave for New York and not wish to return, that she would find fame and a better life, and worst of all, someone else. "Come on, you will be too busy, being a starlet. You won't have time to miss me," Jack said, in part jokingly and in part to induce her to say more.

"No, I mean it. Even when we worked together, I hated being apart from you. And now after all we've been through. You're so much apart of my life. You are my life Jack. I've always known it — felt it; but never so much since.... since I thought I might lose you. I love you so much Jack, and I want to you to be happy like you have made me. I want to help you get the money to pay back the bank so you can get the one thing you love—"

"Jennifer I don't want you to go for the money. I know I love money and what it brings. But I want you to go to New York for you. You are very lovely and talented. And I want you to be successful, to have a career that you deserve and love.

Jennifer turned around and kissed him, "Thank you again for being so wonderful, and thoughtful. Remember what we said on the ledge after you kidnapped me; what matters the most is outside the office, our personal lives. I will miss you dreadfully. Jennifer paused as a clue for Jack to reply. Jack resumed playing their game, and played ignorant.

"Oh, yeah, me too. Of course I feel the same. Definitely." Becoming serious, "I will miss you dreadfully as well. But you are always with me. When we worked at the office you did not play fair, you know you stole my heart then, and have never given it back."

"I think it was you who stole my heart.."

They shared a tender kiss and then decided to resume the party.

Jack was startled by someone flinging her arms around him. "Dear Boy, for shame neglecting me," Julie said with exuberance, "You really are one of my favorite cousins you know. And I am so thankful that you are healthy and that you will be with us for a very long time. You're part of the family now, and can't get away if you try." She gave him a big kiss on the cheek, and Jack returned the favor."

Jack talked to Doug for several moments. He had grown very found of the man. He was devious and manipulative, and had a wicked twinkle in his eye. He felt a deep connection to the man who had captured Julie's heart, Julie had been a favorite of his from the beginning, they had shared so much during their various adventures; and he especially cared for her because of her love for Jennifer.

"Well, we have a special request from one of the guests of honor," Doug proclaimed, "a special song, The Way You Look Tonight. Jack, Jennifer if you please." The room darkened, illuminated by one sole spotlight, Jack and Jennifer walked to the center of the dance floor, as Doug began to sing....

Jack extended his hand to her, and she accepted, and fell into his arms, burying her head in his chest, listening to the soothing sound of his beating heart . Jack rested his chin on her head, and drank in the smell of her hair.

Some day, when I'm awfully low,
When the world is cold,
I will feel a glow just thinking of you....
And the way you look tonight.

The looked at each other more in love than ever. Each trying to memorize the other's face, feel, and smell, to save for their time apart.

Yes you're lovely, with your smile so warm
And your cheeks so soft

Jack caressed her cheek with the back of his hand.

There is nothing for me but to love you,
And the way you look tonight.
With each word your tenderness grows,
Tearing my fear apart....
And that laugh that wrinkles your nose,
It touches my foolish heart.

As they danced their family watched them, seeing how much in love, and how truly blessed they were.

Lovely.... Never, ever change.
Keep that breathless charm.
Won't you please arrange it ?
'Cause I love you.... Just the way you look tonight.
Mm, Mm, Mm, Mm,
Just the way you look to-night.

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(November 15, 2000)
CHAPTER TWO: JACK AND JENNIFER'S APARTMENT.

Jack staggered out of the bedroom and tripped on a pile of old newspapers.

"DAMN!"

As he heard his own voice, he pulled a face and make clicking noises as his tongue stuck to the roof of his mouth.

"Blech! Jack you are talking to yourself. Why do you always talk to yourself when Jennifer is in absentia? You know why you talk to yourself. Because you can. She never lets you get a word in edgewise. Hey hey hey that's my wife you're talking about. Time out, time out. Jack you are losing your mind. Coffee that's what you need. A strong cup of Joe."

He took a step off the carpet and onto the kitchen floor and instantly he felt something sticky. Looking down at the sole of his left foot he saw a small piece of egg shell with a drip of egg white still attached.

"That's it, that's it Jack. You HAVE to clean this place or I'm not living here anymore...." his mind suddenly took a turn and he found himself remembering his previous life. Life BJ as he always referred to it. Before Jennifer. All he could remember was the emptiness and the long periods of being alone.

He wiped his foot with a tissue and sank into the couch resting his head back and putting his feet up on the coffee table. His eyes wandered the room, listening to the myriad of tiny sounds emanating from the other residents. He'd never noticed them much before. Jennifer was always here, filling his mind and his life. She had no idea how much life she gave him just by her existence on this earth. He smiled to himself, secretly thrilled one more time that he had found her and that she wanted him.

The routine of the morning continued with a shower and shave and the ubiquitous suit and tie. Before he had time to even realize what he was doing, Jack was standing with his keys in his hand ready leave. He picked up his briefcase and left quickly, locking the door behind him. He'd just turned the corner in the hall when he heard the phone. Instantly he was alert and sensitive to its tone. "Jennifer!" He turned back to the door and fumbled in his pocket for his keys. Why is it hard to find the right key when you're in a hurry? Just as he got it in the lock, the ringing stopped. "DAMN!"

"Jack, why are you cursing at this hour?"

He turned to find Jo standing in front of him with a coffee pot and a small plate of donuts. "Ah, what's with the Alice Horton routine? It doesn't suit you."

"Jack, are you being rude to your mother? I'm not trying to be like Alice. I just thought you might like a little breakfast before you left. I mean with Jennifer gone and...."

"Yes, Jennifer is gone but I'm quite capable of preparing my own wholesome and nourishing breakfast, thank you. But if you do want to do me a favor, then a quick dust and brush inside wouldn't go astray. Goodbye....oh and I spilled something on the kitchen floor....sticky and all that."

He waltzed off without a further comment and Jo sighed. She knew that she was his sounding board when things were tough. He always took it out on her knowing no matter what, she'd be there for him. Jo shrugged her shoulders and opened Jack's door with her own key. The least she could do was clean the apartment for him even though he didn't deserve it.

Jack meanwhile had reached Alice's restaurant on the ground floor of the apartment block. A quick peruse helped him locate the only free table which was a corner booth exactly to his liking. He slid in and picked up a menu just as the waitress walked up behind him.

"I'll have two eggs over easy, toast - NO butter, juice - orange, freshly squeezed. Oh and coffee, fresh and immediate." He didn't even raise his eyes as he spoke.

Alice leaned in next to his ear. "And Jack would you like me to cut up your toast into those tiny cute pieces the way Jennifer does for you sometimes? I know you miss her."

"OH! Mrs. Horton....I....I'm sorry. I didn't know it was you. I....no I can cut my own toast. You know I only let Jennifer do that to....you know, she likes to do things for me. I guess she can't resist my charm." He grinned up at Alice and raised one eyebrow simulating a suave and sophisticated rake.

Alice shook her head and gave him a hug. "Jack Deveraux, you are without doubt the most wicked and manipulative man I know but I can't resist you. You could charm your way out of death row. I often think the world is lesser because you left politics. It's people like you we need."

"I....I don't know about that Mrs. Horton. I think maybe the world is a better place without a Deveraux in DC."

"But Jack, with your background, you have so much to offer. I know that your father ended his life in a....sad way. But I think that you could make a difference." Alice sat down opposite Jack to hear what he had to say.

He raised his eyebrows. "Mrs. Horton, I've never heard you talk about politics much before. I am surprised."

"You have a good political brain."

Jack smiled. "I can see where Jennifer got her....her....I don't know how to describe it. How Jennifer is herself."

Alice smiled at him with eyes that reminded him so much of Jennifer.

"Now what was it you wanted for breakfast....two eggs?"

"Thank you, yes."

Alice hurried off to get Jack's order and he pulled out his current story ideas from his briefcase. The election was beginning to loom large in everybody's mind as the year drew to a close but yesterday Jack had got a call from one of his sources hinting of a possible corruption scandal that was about to break in Salem. That would sell papers and that was the most important thing on his mind at the moment. Julie was right behind his need to get back total control of the paper from her and circulation was the only way to get it paying enough for him to borrow the money to pay Julie back. He shook his head as he thought over what he was doing a year ago when Lawrence was about to come to trial. Now that was a story. He'd been writing notes for about ten minutes when Alice slid a tray in front of him.

"Jack, here's your breakfast. I put on a couple of pancakes because I know you always like them. Now eat up. You're looking thin again."

"Aaah, thank you Mrs. Horton, thank you. But I think it's coffee I need the most right now."

He picked up the cup and blew hard on steaming black liquid. Then he inhaled the pungent and intoxicating smell of freshly roasted coffee. "Can't get enough of it. Hmmmm."

Alice smiled and patted his hand. "Eat up. I'll talk to you later."

Jack watched her walk away and realized how lucky he was to find such a family. Jennifer had brought him so much. He went back to his files as he sipped the coffee. Corruption....yes. He had to follow this up. His absorption in his work took over for more than half and hour and his breakfast sat on the tray going cold. He looked up at last and pushed the eggs with his fork. They didn't move and he went straight back to work. He was concentrating on the development of an idea that Jennifer had given him when Alice interrupted him.

"Jack! You didn't eat a thing! How can you do a good day's work without a proper breakfast? Now put down those papers and I'll get you a fresh meal and this time I'm going to stand over you until you finish it. Jennifer will have my hide if I let you fade away."

"Mrs. Horton, Mrs. Horton. I'm really not hungry. I thought I was but....it was habit, you know. Coffee can keep me going just fine."

"And the first thing I know about you is that when Jennifer is away you stop eating. Jack, please don't be depressed. It will only be for a couple of months and you can see her every day on television."

"Wife by media! Everyman's dream! I hate this Mrs. Horton. I hate this. Jennifer should be sitting at home in the penthouse with her feet up watching some other man's wife on television, getting addicted to soap operas or at least wondering what to cook me for dinner."

"Oh Jack, you don't mean that. You would not want Jennifer to be one of those wives who do nothing but look after their husbands. That's not the kind of girl she is and that's why you love her."

"Mrs. Horton, at this point I could do with a bit of looking after. My life is going nowhere. I live alone in a crummy apartment with a struggling job while my wife is off in New York ensconced in a five-star hotel with limo drivers and room service and who knows what myriad of male television crew who are only too happy to pander to her whims. There are a lot of good looking men in New York you know. I'm not jealous mind you, not a bit. I am actually suffering supreme guilt over this. It's my fault you know, that we're apart. My fault entirely. Now if I can only figure out a way to get things right again before....before the child is born. Then I'll be a happy man."

"Jack, think of the future. Think of seeing her next time. Don't dwell on the here and now because it's only going to make you feel worse. Things happen for a reason and I believe that this little sojourn apart is going to bring you and Jennifer much closer together in the long run."

"Well it can't push us further apart, can it? I....I brought all of this on. All of it. I should be the one who had to leave home. Not Jennifer. She's the one out there trying to earn some decent money to repay MY debts. Away from her family at a time when she needs all of you. You know Mrs. Horton, I regret a lot of things I've done in my life. A lot of things, most of which you know all about. But there are a couple that I regret more than others and forcing Jennifer to leave Salem just to work is one of them. She deserves so much better than a loser like me."

Alice leaned over towards him and put her hand over his. "Jack Deveraux, you are my grand-daughter's husband, my grandson-in-law. You know we have had conversations about your....past and there are things that you've done that I can never approve of in any way. But Jack, I trust my grand daughter and I trust my own intuition. You are a good man Jack Deveraux. A good man who has been given a very raw deal in the first twenty years of your life. Those things are what you are trying to fight now and most of the time you do. Jennifer is not away from home because of you. This was all Hawk's doing. He set out to con you Jack and he succeeded. But it's over. Hawk's dead, you and Jennifer are back together. Your baby is going to be born in a few months and you have the most sincere and endearing love between you that I have ever seen in any of my children or grandchildren. You know what I've always noticed about you and Jennifer?"

"The height difference?" quipped Jack.

"No! Jack, from the time you met Jennifer there has never been anyone else in either of your lives. I know she was going to marry Emilio but we both know that was only to force your hand. You two have an enduring and honorable love....a faithful love....even though that's an old fashioned word. Neither of you has ever shown any interest in anyone else. Remember that Jack. Remember that no matter what came between you, it was not a lessening of love."

Jack nodded his head slowly. Alice was right. Alice was almost always right. He'd never even thought about another woman since Jennifer began working at The Spectator. He thought back over his first two years in Salem when he'd met and spoken to her at various Horton family events. She always intrigued him because she always challenged him. He remembered thinking that he shouldn't be so intrigued because she was only a kid but she grew up fast. One minute she was a teenager, the next she was the woman he wanted and would never deserve. Alice patted his hand.

"Jack? Are you all right? I didn't mean to upset you."

"Mrs. Horton, you have managed to pull me out from the darkest hour of my depression and back into the dawning of a new day. Just dawn mind you, not full sunlight. I don't think the sun will shine again until Jennifer is safe and home."

Alice gave him a knowing smile. "I'll get you a fresh breakfast and this time I'm going to stand over you until it's all finished."

Jack nodded and watched her walk into the kitchen. Yes, it was time to move on with the day. This day at least.

After finishing his breakfast under Alice's watchful eye, Jack headed for the paper. His meeting with Julie confirmed what he had heard. Something big was brewing and there was to be a press conference later that afternoon. He skipped lunch to prepare his questions and made sure that he was up front at city hall when the conference started.

The mayor was first to speak, reading from a prepared statement. He stated that there had been public discussion about building approvals, property redevelopment and loans to the county and that inference was being made that the loans for these had been made by certain bank officials with serious allegations that they were being coerced into approving such loans. The mayor categorically denied any form of corruption in Salem's banks. Jack listened intently before posing his first question.

"Deveraux, Spectator. Mr. Mayor, are you saying that you know personally that corrupt bank officials have not approved loans to people in this town who may not be able to repay them?"

The mayor glared at Jack. "Mr. Deveraux, I said that there were no corrupt bank officials."

Jack bounced to his feet again. "Then why are we sitting here? Surely the fact that you called this press conference means that something is afoot. I mean where there's smoke there's...."

The mayor interrupted before Jack could finish his point. "It is your kind of references that continue to fuel rumors like this. I am here to say that nothing is going on and that this kind of inaccurate reporting should stop."

"Why?" replied Jack. "Feeling the heat?"

The mayor chose to ignore Jack from that point on and took questions from other media more inclined to take his word at face value. Jack sat and listened, studying the mayor's body language as well as those of his assistants. They were definitely not telling the truth. The one thing Jack was expert in was reading people in the media spotlight. He had a real feel for it and these guys were in it up to their chubby middle-aged necks.

He left before the press conference closed because he was sick of listening to the lesser reporters in town pandering to a mayor that was obviously doing a spin on them. He went immediately to the County Records office and sat down at the microfiche wondering to himself when they would upgrade to a computer system. He searched through all the major building approvals in Salem in the last year and there was a consistent corporation name that kept cropping up. Next he searched through corporation archives and came up with a set of identical directors one of which he was sure had worked for Lawrence Alamain at some time. Interesting. As he scrolled down the last list, the name Hawkins popped out at him.

"Hawkins, no doubt one of your long lost relatives, Howie." Jack said to himself. He stood up and gathered up his notes. Lawrence Alamain. Well that doesn't surprise me at all. Larry, I'm on to you. This time I might be able to keep you in jail for longer than three months."

Half an hour later, he opened the door to the apartment. The cushions were plumped, the rug was straight and clean and the kitchen floor positively gleamed. There was a vase of small yellow daisies on the coffee table and a message propped up next to the phone.

Press 1 for Jennifer, Press 2 for Dinner, Press 3 for Cleaner. We've decided you need looking after Jack, so from now on Alice and I are in charge. Love your mother.

"Mothers, can't live with them, can't live without them," said Jack aloud. He sat down and pressed 1.

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(November 24, 2000)
CHAPTER THREE: JACK'S OFFICE, THE SPECTATOR.

"Jack, Jack, wake-up." Jack opened his eyes to see Vern leaning over him. Jack was about to ask Vern what he was doing in his bedroom when Jack realized that he had spent the night at the office. Jack got up and stretched. Untypically Jack was all disheveled; and he felt terrible. Worst of all it had been over two weeks since Jennifer had left — he missed her dreadfully. He had not slept at the paper since their marriage. Before her, he spent many a night there; it was far easier than going home to a cold, dark, empty , and lonely mansion.

Vern watched Jack, it concerned him to see that Jack was returning to his old pattern; since Jennifer had been away, Jack had spent all his time at the paper.

Jack cracked his neck, "So what's up?"

Vern knew it was best not to even bring up the fact that this was the third time Jack had slept in his chair. "Just got a tip that there will be a news conference at 10:00AM outside the hospital. I thought you would want to be there—"

Jack looked at his watch, 8:00AM That gave him just enough time. He was about to rush into his private bathroom when Vern stopped him. Jack noticed his expression, he could tell that there was even worse news to come. "Alright, Vern, what gives. Spit it out man. I can take it.?"

Vern hesitated for a moment then handed Jack The Chronicle." The lead column read, "More proof of improprieties at Salem University Hospital."

Jack read the article aloud, "This reporter recently discovered further proof of nepotism on the part of the staff of Salem University Hospital. It appears that preferential treatment was given to Jack Deveraux of The Spectator. Recently Mr. Deveraux went in for tests, and while such tests take days even weeks for the average patient, Mr. Deveraux was seen immediately and his tests were run through within hours. Mr. Deveraux' supervising physician, Dr. Marcus Hunter, is charged with gross negligence and bias in the Lombard lawsuit case. It is no surprise Mr. Deveraux' paper continues to write pro-editorials and articles on behalf of the hospital staff, especially Dr. Marcus Hunter and Chief of Staff Dr. Thomas Horton. Mr. Deveraux is married to Dr. Thomas Horton's granddaughter, former WATV reporter Jennifer Horton Deveraux. Mrs. Deveraux was fired when she used her position as anchor to put forth biases for her family and friends. Not surprisingly, Dr. Marcus Hunter served as best man for Ms. Horton and Mr. Deveraux' wedding. Mr. Deveraux at one time was married to Kayla Brady Johnson — who later married his brother, Steven Earl Johnson — she too is charged with improprieties. It seems it is all in the family. It is no wonder that Mr. Deveraux and his financially strapped paper is supporting the establishment against its undeserving victims. Mr. Deveraux was raised in the lap of luxury, it is no wonder that he and his Right Wing paper would side with the established status quo, and argue the causes of the rich and powerful...."

Jack slumped into his chair. "Damn.... damn.... damn!" He massaged his temples, this was all that the hospital needed. He thought that through his editorials he could help the Hortons, Marcus, and Kayla; but it seemed, yet again, he caused the people he cared about more suffering. Jack looked at Vern, and could tell there was more. "What?"

"The editorial page, it gets worse, Chief, sorry."

Jack glanced over the editorial. It made him ill. "At least thank goodness Jennifer is not around." The article demanded the immediate dismissal of Dr. Horton as Chief of Staff, and the loss of licenses of Marcus, and Kayla. In disgust Jack tore up the paper. He had to see the Hortons before the press conference — but what was there to say; how could he help them.

An hour later Jack was in the midst of talking with Tom and Alice. "I apologize for compounding your problems—"

Alice wrapped her arm around Jack, "Jack, dear, it's not your fault. We really appreciate your eloquent editorials on our behalf."

"Yes, Jack, Alice is right, we really appreciate all that you have tried to do for the hospital. I'm sorry that your personal records became public. I and thank you for informing us of this impromptu press conference."

Over an hour later the press conference had concluded. It was brief, but powerful, Lawrence Alamain was introduced as the "angel" who was paying for all the Lombards' legal fees. Throughout the press conference, Lawrence displayed his serpentine charm, and faux-concern for the Lombards and for the community. Periodically he would flash a disingenuous smile towards Jack and the Hortons, as he accused the hospital and its staff of neglecting those people who needed the most care, while indulging in nepotism and favoring the affluent members of the community. Jack had unsuccessfully attempted to ask some pointed questions but was purposefully ignored.

"I really hate that man," Jack told Tom and Alice. "I cannot believe he can get away with what he has done, and how he is trying to fool the populus Salemenis into believing that he has their best interests at heart. After Jennifer, and Steve.... Well, I better get back and write up my article and pen another editorial. I am sorry that my present status cannot be of more help to you Dr. Horton."

Tom patted Jack's back affectionately, and Alice kissed his cheek. Jack, as always when embarrassed by shows of emotion, rolled his eyes and blushed.

"So, I am going to make like a tree and leaf," Jack joked. "And anyway, I do not feel like tangling with the dreaded Mr. Alamain—"

Jack was caught in mid-speech as Lawrence put his arm around Jack's shoulders, and flashing a wicked grin, spoke, "What was that Mr. Deveraux?"

Jack hated himself, there was no person who could make him feel so ineffectual, yet to illicit those darker violent emotions that he tried so hard to keep buried. "I was just telling Dr. and Mrs. Horton that I have to be back to work. And I am surprised to find you out in the morning sun, aren't you afraid of turning into a pile of dust."

Lawrence let out a half-hearted laugh, "That rapier wit seems to have departed. And speaking of departed, your lovely bride seems to have left you — again."

Before Jack could react, Alice put her arm lovingly on Jack's shoulder. Jack remained silent, he needed all his will power to prevent him from doing something rash. "Where are my manners, I am acting like our friend Mr. Deveraux, Mrs. Horton, Dr. Horton."

Only Tom spoke, "Lawrence." Alice stared at him and said nothing.

Lawrence smiled, and continued to speak "I am surprised none of you, nor any of the Brady's, attended the ground breaking ceremony for the Policemen's Memorial. Even your co-work Mr. Scofield did not, and one would think that he would considering his son died so heroically during that tragic explosion. Though I suppose his mind has been polluted so unjustly against me. I would think that to honor the brother whom you profess to so love, that you would have at least sent a reporter to cover the event."

Jack nearly shook with rage. "Considering you were behind his—"

"Jack, you realize that you could be sued for slander for those remarks, and considering the precarious financial position of the paper that would be unwise.

Lawrence seeing Jack defeated, turned his attention back towards the Hortons, "I hope you are not offended by my helping the Lombards. I meant no personal affront. I was fortunate to be born with so much money, and not only have I been able to keep it....," the words obviously meant as a slam aimed at Jack, "....but I have been able to greatly increase my family's fortunate. What better way than to help the community that took me so kindly into its embrace, despite all the venomous attempts at slanderizing my name— "

"Mr. Alamain, we all know what kind of man you are. And what you are capable of doing. You raped my granddaughter and tried to kill us at your villa. And you killed Steve Johnson. This lawsuit you care nothing for the Lombards and their grief, and the Police Memorial are just attempts to buy yourself respectability. The people of Salem are not that gullible. This lawsuit was your doing, trying to hurt my family and Kayla since we know the truth about you. And I warn you if you hurt any of my family, any of my family," with the last words she looked towards Jack indicating that she considered him part of her family, "you will not know what hit you." Tom, Jack, and even Lawrence were stunned by Alice's remarks and her expression which showed that she was all too serious.

Before he could reply Alice stormed off, dragging Tom with her; Jack remained "One of these days Lawrence you will pay for your misdeeds, Jennifer and I, and my Spectator will be there when that happens.

"Speaking of Jennifer, again I say, I notice that your lovely bride is off in New York working on a talk show. It appears the former Mrs. Alamain has finally realized what a loser she married. Good day." With that he walked off with a cool, smug smile. Jack was more determined than ever not to let him have the upper hand.

Later that afternoon Jack had hidden himself away in his office, making sure he had no interruptions. Today was Jennifer's first airdate on the talk show — the past several weeks she had been busy with preproduction matters. Because of the all that had occurred that day Jack had not been able to watch it live, but fortunately he had been able to tape the show. Throughout the show Jack watched intently and with a large smile on his face. He chuckled at first at how much she had grown in the few weeks she had been gone. He paid little attention to the guests or Calliope, his full attention and deep love were focused on the former "Miss Horton." At the end of the show Jennifer mentioned Jack, and referred to him as her gorgeously handsome and sexy husband. She mentioned how talented he was, and talked about him being award winning journalist owner of the best middle sized newspaper in the country.

Jack was still smiling with pride when there was a knock on the door. Angered at being disturbed he marched towards his door, prepared to fire whoever was bothering him. "Okay, who it is, you will not have to worry about declaring unemployment, BECAUSE YOU WON'T LIVE THAT LONG." When he opened the door, to his surprise he saw Alice. Quickly his anger subsided. "Oh Mrs. Horton, I thought you were one of my shiftless employees. Please come in. Sit." He guided her to his chair and sat her down.

Alice chuckled, "You were watching Jennifer's show." Jack flashed an embarrassed grin. "She was wonderful wasn't she. And she's grown." Jack smiled and then laughed in agreement. "Well, as for me being here, Jack, you have put me off long enough. Tonight.... dinner.... our house 7PM. And no excuses." Alice raised her finger to silence him, flashing a good-natured stern expression. "Alice Horton has spoken!"

"Well, if you insist; I cannot refuse the offer of a lovely Horton woman." Jack laughed, "I can see where my beloved spouse gets her spunk. And speaking of spunk, you sure told Mr. Alamain off this afternoon. I believe you actually put the fear of god into him. Jennifer has the effect on me all the time."

Later that evening Jack looked over the a myriad of photos of Horton children, spouses, grandchildren, and great-grand-children on the Horton's mantel. He smiled and thought, maybe in time that he and Jennifer would have their own dynasty — not the type of dynasty Harper wanted though. . He never thought that he would feel that way, but seeing the Horton's photos, and having experienced the love they shared for one-another that all changed. Someday that could be his and Jennifer's mantel, cluttered with photos of children and grandchildren. Jack paused and smiled at the photo of beaming Bill holding the infant Jennifer.Gawd, what that be him in just a few more months; who'd of thunk it. Next was a photo of him and Jennifer at their wedding. Jack always hated trite clichés, but the fact was that was the happiest day of his life. He lovingly brushed his finger tips over the image of Jennifer and sighed.

At that instant the doorbell rang. Outside he found Bill Horton. "Jack," Bill said extending his arm to his son-in-law as he walked inside the house. Jack took his hand and shook it firmly. He eyed Bill, not knowing how to take him. He was never really sure of how his father-in-law felt about him. Then again he could not blame him, considering his past, if he were in Bill's place he would be leery of him as a spouse for his daughter.

As Jack and Bill sat on the couch, making idle conversation, Tom and Alice came into the livingroom from the kitchen. Jack smiled as they walked over to their son, greeting him. Again Jack marveled at how loving the Hortons were, and again, despite himself, he wondered would that be he and Jennifer in fifty or so years.

Everyone sat and chatted for awhile. Jack got up and brought out some papers from his brief case, "I am sorry that they are not as eloquent as I had hoped, but this is.... this is what I wrote this afternoon."

The Hortons passed around the articles. Alice looked over at a hopeful Jack, "Jack, thank you. And that was very well written. More of that Jack Deveraux humility. Jack, you are very special to us and we are very proud of you." Bill and Tom agreed.

"Tomorrow I am meeting with the hospital's lawyers I may not be the man I once was, but there are still several tricks up this Armani suit," Jack looked down at his suit, "well the Armani suit I once had, but a certain person splashed paint on."

From the kitchen, the timer buzzed, "Well, dinner is ready." Alice said as she escorted them to the table.

Some time later, the foursome was finishing their dinner, Jack got up to help clean-up Alice protest, "Jack, relax, you are family, but tonight you are our special guest, Tom and I will clean up."

Jack went outside and looked up into the vast heavens, the bank corruption story seemed at a dead-end, his editorial and articles defending the hospital were less effective than he had hoped, he still owed a majority of the loan to the banks thus his ownership of the paper still was extremely pecarious, and then there was Jennifer, half a nation away, and would be so for over two more months. Just then he heard the back door close, and looked back to see Bill.

"Coffee and dessert are almost ready.... it's a beautiful night isn't it. You miss Jennifer. You're thinking about her, aren't you?"

Jack nodded, "That transparent, am I. Yeah I do. But she is very talented and I would never come before her happiness and success; I know my past and all may make it seem different, but....."

Jack watched as Bill put his arm around him, "Jack I realize and know that you love Jennifer very very much. As for your past, to quote a cliché, 'the past is the past.' Jack, I know how much you love my daughter, and how much you have done for her. I wasn't the best of parents during Jennifer's formative years. I did so much that was wrong. And I know my daughter suffered for it. As for my past I have made mistakes too. Jack don't look so surprised, I have."

"But Dr....., but Bill you're a Horton.... it surely couldn't be as bad—

"Jack when I was young I met and fell in love with Laura, but instead of fighting for us, I opted for ambition. I thought that once I became a successful surgeon, then I could come back and claim her. All I ended up doing was hurting her. So, she sought comfort and support elsewhere — with Mickey. And then when I returned I selfishly wanted her back, even though she had a life with him. One night I got drunk and forced himself on her. Mike was the result of that union. So, I am guilty of many sins myself; and to some degree, I am guilty too of rape.

"She loved you and still did, it was not the same with what I did to Kayla, and Steve—

"Maybe and maybe not, but my own ambitions caused a lot of people pain — the woman I loved, my brother, my son.... And then when Jennifer needed me most I was not a father to her. She deserved better."

"But you had your wife, Laura, to worry about—"

"I also had a daughter.... Jack, the point is many people make mistakes. But it is the big man that admits what he did was wrong, and overcomes those mistakes. You have done that. And you have helped Jennifer develop into a loving, and especially happy woman. Mom and Jennifer told me all that you have done for Jennifer. The times she needed you the most you were there for her. More than I ever was."

Throughout Bill's talk Jack looked away, unsure; gradually he became more and more optimistic about his father-in-law's feelings for him, "And Jack, even if I tried I could not have found Jennifer a more loving husband than the one she choose. You two have something very special, that will endure and develop. You two are true soulmates."

Jack smiled ever so slightly, and extended his hand to Bill, "Thank you for your trust, and for being open. I do love your daughter very very deeply. she means more to me than anything in the world. And I promise that this finical crisis will be over and that I will give her the life she deserves; and I will pay back her trust fund — with interest."

"Jack what Jennifer wants and deserves is you and not money." Bill paused for several moments, looking that his son-in-law. All that he said was true, he was grateful that Jennifer had the life and love she deserved. Bill contineud, "Enough of this heavy discussion, Mom will kill us if we don't come in and eat her dessert."

After dessert, Jack returned to the livingroom and looked over a photo album that Alice kept of Jennifer. He paid little attention to the ringing of the phone as he examined every picture from Jennifer's life. Then from the kitchen he heard Alice call, there was someone on the phone who wished to speak with him.

"Hello?" Jack asked somewhat tentatively and with a hint of frustration.

"Oh, Jack, it's you. I've missed you dreadfully. And I love you so much. Oh, my god I tried everywhere to find you—

"Jennifer, is that you?" Jack became more animated, the sound of her voice always made him feel so alive and happy.

"So, what did you think?"

Teasing her, "Think, think about what?" Jack paused several moments, "Oh, about the show. Well, what can I say you were fabulous. Definitely the best thing on the show. You, and not Miss Jones should be the star, the host of the show.... Though you have gotten larger since last I saw you."

"Jaaaack," she laughed, "And you're biased. Calliope is the show not me."

"Well, you are and I am not being any more biased than I accuse you of being. What.... what you said about me well thank you.... but you really did not need to—"

"Yes I did and I meant every word, my husband is handsome, sexy, talented, and much more; more than I can ever say."

"Well, thank you."

"My god, my husband accepting an apology. Can I ever stand the shock. They both laughed.

"Guess what Calliope said?"

"The Mother Ship called her home?"

"Jack! No. She refers to you as my sexy and handsome husband. And she is angry with me for getting such a prize catch off the market."

"Well, maybe I need to reassess my opinions of the obviously very intelligent and intuitive Ms. Jones."

They continued to talk for several moments; just relishing the sound of each other's voice.

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(November 28, 2000)
CHAPTER FOUR: JACK'S BEDROOM.

It was hard to concentrate. Jack had been confined to his office for the last 36 hours. It wasn't work that kept him there but the thought of a home that wasn't a home any longer now that Jennifer was in New York. Suddenly that apartment had turned into a place for keeping clothes. He hated the half empty closet, the bathroom cabinet devoid of her cosmetics and most of all the pillow on his right side that never had any hollows in it. It sat there plump and cheery as a constant reminder that she no longer shared his bed.

He was dozing off again. His head jerked up and he realized that he was kidding himself thinking that his office was a retreat from reality. Nothing would make him feel better about Jennifer being in New York and avoiding their home was only adding to his depression. He picked up his coat and walked out to the car.

"Sheesh, I wish you were here to complain about the air conditioning, Jennifer," he said to himself as he pulled out of The Spectator driveway.

He drove home automatically with no conscious thought about direction or traffic flow and pulled into his car space under the apartment building. He looked at Jennifer's car, dusty and silent, and decided that tomorrow he'd take hers and give it a run. No point in letting the battery run flat.

He entered the apartment and went through the motions of coming home. Switch on the lamp, turn on the TV, throw his coat over the chair, drop his briefcase next to the couch and sighed. He did the same thing every night that Jennifer was away. The sigh was a kind of release of emotion that he needed to expel. He stripped off his clothes as he walked to the bathroom and stood under the shower with his eyes closed until the hot water started to run out. He smiled to himself as he grabbed his towel. Jennifer would always complain if he used all the hot water. The shower made him feel so much better and he decided to cook himself a little dinner before getting a good night's sleep. He opened the fridge with trepidation but was delighted to find Jo had done her thing and stocked it up with small packages of easy-to-heat wholesome food. She had even left some of his favorite marinated chicken legs. He put two on a plate and then went back for a third. Yes he was very hungry. He added a couple of spoonfuls of Jo's coleslaw and sat down to catch up on the day's news.

The national networks were beginning their coverage with the Middle East and it seems that Suddam Hussein was still objecting to the United Nations observers. Jack switched to WATB, Jennifer's station, to catch up on Salem news. There were flashbacks to the press conference that Lawrence had called and just as Jack was about to switch channels again, he noticed a familiar face in the crowd. Or at least he thought it was a familiar face. The scene switched before he could get a good look but he was sure that it was Rusty, a guy who could always be counted on for information. Jack and he went back a long way. He had even worked for Harper and Jack during their campaigns. Jack stretched and lay back on the couch looking up and thinking.

"Hmmm Rusty. It seems we are destined to meet again. Heheheh. It's been a long time Rusty and this time you pay for what you did to me." Jack touched his side, remembering the day that Rusty stabbed him on the pier.

He turned off the TV and the lamp and went to bed where he got the best night's sleep he'd had in the week since Jennifer had left. He woke just before dawn, refreshed and with a head full of ideas about the bank scam. This was the story that could increase the circulation of The Spectator and get it back to being the leading newspaper in the mid-west. He literally bounced out of bed and was down at Fisherman's Wharf a mere 30 minutes later. He took his favorite table at the corner of Brazil, a new coffee shop that had opened a few months ago. It was the perfect place for a people watcher like Jack. He could get a feel for the mood of Salem just by spending an hour there. He was enjoying the last of his cappuccino chocolate topped froth when he spotted the person he was waiting for.

"Phoebe!" Jack called.

The woman immediately propped and turned to where she heard her name being called from. She squinted and walked towards Jack.

"Ja.... Jack? Is that you Jack? My goodness, I don't believe it. Jack Deveraux. What are you doing down here in my part of town?"

"I actually spend quite a bit of time in.... your part of town. However my hours rarely coincide with yours. I came down at this hour hoping to see a familiar face. I know you girls are always on your way home about now." Jack smiled, "Still in the business?"

Phoebe took the chair opposite Jack and signaled the waiter for a cappuccino. "Another week and you would have missed me Jack. I've done it. I have enough put aside to get out and in the next couple of months you will be seeing a classy new establishment down here. I'm opening a fashion store. Nothing expensive, just nice stuff at moderate prices. Something the girls will want to shop in rather than the Salem Mall which is getting too upmarket for my liking. I'm also going to carry some.... larger sizes for the johns who like to.... dress up a little. You know in ladies stuff."

Jack leaned in close. "You know I think you have a market. I always knew you'd make it Phoebe."

"And what about you Jack? I can't believe that you're better looking than you were last time I saw you and that must have been three or four years ago. You know I was at your wedding. What a scream! I can't believe you asked all those people to come. It was a hoot. There was a whole mess of us there. We had a ball. You should wear a cream tux more often pretty boy."

"I'll tell my wife you said that.... when I next speak to her. No, she hasn't left me.... yet. She's in New York working on a TV show. We're having a baby too."

Pheobe smiled across at Jack. "A real family man. I knew you had it in you. Now tell me, why did you want to speak to one of us? Need information like you used to?"

"Yes I do Phoebe and you're just the person to help me out. Last night I was watching a replay of that press conference on the hospital crisis and in the crowd I swear I saw our old friend Rusty. You know, anything-for-a-buck, watch-your-back or your side Rusty. Is he back in town?" Jack asked.

Phoebe frowned then slowly remembered who Jack was talking about. "Rusty! The two timing swine who tried to blackmail you and half of Salem. That Rusty?"

"You hit the nail right on the head. Yes, that Rusty. Have you seen him?"

"No, but if he's back then one of the girls will know. Can I call you later?"

"Sure, no problem. This afternoon? I really need to get on with this." said Jack.

"This afternoon? Geez Jack, a girl needs her rest. Oh all right, for you and you alone. You owe me pretty boy. I want a big full page ad when I open my shop."

"Pheobe, you know I always look after my sources. Trust me." Jack gave her one of his most charming smiles.

Phoebe shook her head and grinned. "Jack Deveraux, when you die, you'll charm god into letting you in even though you don't deserve it. I'll call you. Bye."

Jack smiled to himself as she left. Yes, Phoebe was just the person to locate Rusty and Rusty was just the person to have some dirt on this whole hospital scam and Lawrence to boot. He whistled as he walked back to his car. "Better check my hubcaps."

At precisely 3:30PM, Jack's phone rang and he knew it was Phoebe. "Phoebe.... yes. So tell me, where is he?"

"Oh thanks Jack, and what about hello? Yes, Suzie said that Rusty has been back in town for about a month. He's living on Cooper Street."

Jack was surprised at the address. "Cooper Street! Are you sure? That sounds a bit expensive for a sleaze like Rusty."

"Rumor has it that someone is paying his rent in payment for.... services rendered. In other words, Rusty is still in the same business he was always in. Selling information and gathering dirt in return for cold hard cash," said Phoebe.

"Thank you Phoebe. You always did come through for me. I owe you."

"Yes and you know what I want Jack. A full page advertisement. Promise?"

"Phoebe, Phoebe, Phoebe, you know I always repay my debts.... well almost always. Trust me." Jack put down the phone and started thinking.

Rusty had contacts in big places. He used his old campaign days to gather dirt on the big wigs in DC and Salem and he used them to further his own causes. The trouble with Rusty is that he always got in over his head and ended up having to hide out until things cooled down. He'd worked for Diana feeding her information on Jack himself. That is until Jack found out and used his own dirt against Rusty to run him out of town. He was dangerous though. A loose cannon as they say. Jack could still feel the scar where Rusty's knife had entered his side. Rusty, Rusty, Rusty. This time I won't turn my back.

"Vern.... Vern, get in here now!"

A few seconds later Vern came hurrying in. "You know Jack, I'm a busy man. I have a paper to put to bed. What is it you want?"

Jack looked surprised and hurt. "What is it with everyone in this town lately? I'm getting attitude from the milkman."

"Well Jack, if you tried a little harder to be polite, then people might respond in kind. You're a rude so and so a lot of the time, you know, particularly when Jennifer isn't around to keep you in line."

"Vern, buddy, you know you love me. Now I need the address of this guy. You know him Rusty.... Rusty the sleaze. He's living somewhere on Cooper. Get somebody on it now."

Vern shook his head and picked up Jack's phone. "Louise, it's Vern. Can you get me the number on Cooper for a Rusty Summers. Yes, I'll hold." Vern turned to Jack and shook his head again. "Louise, yeah.... apartment 2, 11 Cooper. Thanks."

Vern wrote down the address and handed it to Jack. "It's called the Research Department, Jack. It's their job to keep up to date with all sorts of things and addresses are the simplest of them all. You might like to give them a try yourself next time."

Jack took the note and gave Vern a sheepish grin. "Well.... you know you're better at handling people than I am."

Vern left and Jack picked up his coat. It was time to him to come face to face with Rusty again.

Fifteen minutes later Jack was standing outside 11 Cooper Street. It was a classy, up-market area with lots of townhouses and spacious apartments being constructed. This place could only be a few months old. Jack pressed the security buzzer for apartment 2 and Rusty's familiar voice answered. "Yes?"

Jack smiled and put on his best Southern accent. "Mr. Summers. This is William Johnson. I'm here on behalf of the corporate body of this building to discuss with you some complaints we've received regarding noise from construction in this street. I would greatly appreciate a few short minutes of your time to.... I say, to add to our case for monetary compensation for our tenants."

As soon as the word money came into it, Jack knew that Rusty would co-operate. "Sure, come on up," replied Rusty.

Thirty seconds later, Jack was at the door. He pressed the buzzer and Rusty opened the door immediately.

"GOTCHA!", said Jack and Rusty turned pale.

Jack pushed past Rusty and walked into the living room. "Classy place, Rusty old boy. Far above your sleazy station in life. So bought any good knives lately? By the look on your face I guess not. I'd sit down if I was you because what I have to say might make you feel a little faint."

Rusty sat down quietly not taking his eyes off Jack as he paced back and forth in front of Rusty. "Now Rusty. Lucky for you I never forget a face and your nasty little features sprang out at me when I saw the tape of the press conference that Lawrence Alamain held a couple of days ago. You were not there as an interested observer. You were there working for someone. I want to know who and why and I want to know now."

"Jack.... I.... I was just there because....because I thought I might see someone I knew that could help me get a job. You know what it's like Jack, new back in town, no income.... no...."

Jack laughed out loud. "Rusty, you were never a good liar. It doesn't suit you. Sleaze bags with no jobs don't rent apartments in this part of town. Who's paying you Rusty? Lawrence? Let me make a few suggestions and you can nod at the appropriate places. First, you would not have come back to Salem unless you were being overly well paid or you were being blackmailed. Judging by this place, I'd say the former. Second it must be big because you wouldn't risk running into me if it weren't. I have too much on you Rusty. I don't see you shaking your head so I can assume so far I am right. Now, if it's big and it's crooked then it means one of two people brought you here. Lawrence Alamain or Victor Kiriakis. As the press conference was held by Larry the lounge lizard I can also assume that he is your.... shall we say.... employer. Right so far?"

Rusty was too nervous to speak and Jack continued.

"Hmmm, cat got your tongue Rusty? Okay, let's assume it is Lawrence. He's up to his neck in this case against University Hospital and I'm trying to figure out what he's got to gain by it. Talk to me Rusty....TALK!"

He grabbed Rusty by the collar and pulled him to his feet. Rusty began to stutter.

"Ja.... Jack.... I.... all right, all right, it's Alamain. I ran into one of his....operatives in DC and he suggested me for a position that Alamain had vacant in Salem. It's nothing illegal. It's.... a....."

Jack laughed in his face. "Rusty, Lawrence was born illegal. He doesn't know the meaning of the law unless it's to twist it to suit his own greed. What's the caper Rusty? What's going down?"

Rusty was getting more and more scared of Jack. "It is the hospital. You're right. It seems that the loan to build the emergency center was not obtained.... legally. Lawrence Alamain.... co-erced the bank to lend the money to the hospital board."

"Why Rusty, why? What would Lawrence gain from getting the bank to lend money to the hospital and why does he want to ruin the hospital now?"

"Ah....he wanted the hospital in over its head. You see all that land at the rear of the hospital has been rezoned. That's not public knowledge yet. And if he wins this case and the hospital has to pay compensation to the Lombards it could run into millions and they don't have that. So they would...."

Jack finished the sentence for him. "Be forced to sell the land at the rear of the hospital as expediently as possible and no doubt at a price far below its true market value. Lawrence would be ready with check in hand to bail them out. He'd get all the good publicity and the land to boot."

Jack shook his head. "One thing I have to give Larry is his mind. He's almost as clever as I am....almost. So what we have here is bank corruption as well as municipal land rezoning done under the table. Now you say Larry has been your contact. It seems to me that if bank loans are involved that is Victor Kiriakis's department. His specialty if you like. I have first hand knowledge of Victor's banking connections in Salem and around the world."

Rusty looked blank. "I really don't know anything about Kiriakis, Jack. I really don't. I've never heard his name mentioned."

"Hmmm, well Rusty, you have been as useful as usual. I'm going to go work on this information and I want you to remain in Salem and in touch with me. You hear me? Corruption, blackmail and all those other things that you can be caught on are nothing compared with attempted murder that I have you on. Understand?"

Rusty nodded. "I promise Jack, I'm telling you the truth."

"Rusty, that has yet to be proved. Sleep well."

Jack left quietly.

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(December 3, 2000)
CHAPTER FIVE: JACK'S OFFICE, THE SPECTATOR .

Jack looked at the watch that Adrienne had given him almost two years ago. He missed his sister; it had been several weeks since they last spoke; he made a mental note to call her tomorrow. It was 6PM, at 7:30 he was going to meet Marcus for dinner. Marcus, like nearly the rest of Salem, saw fit to entertain him now that Jennifer was gone. Didn't they know he could take care of himself; just because she was not around did not mean he could not survive. He had run into Marcus at the hospital, after leaving his old "pal" Rusty. They had talked about the lawsuit, and Marcus had offered him dinner, at Portofino. Though in truth he did not mind. He actually liked Marcus very much, for himself and because of his link to Steve.

Jack rubbed his hands together and flashed a greedy and self-satisfied grin. He almost felt like dancing on his desk. He was in a good mood. No, correct that, a great mood. Things seemed to be falling perfectly into place. The future seemed bright. He had uncovered what could easily be not only the salvation of the Hortons, Marcus, Kayla, and Salem University Hospital, but a story of wide spread corruption that would get him a series of articles that could save the paper, bring wealth, and give him notoriety — maybe even that long lusted after Pulitzer.

Smiling, he looked over towards the photos on his desk, one of his and Jennifer's wedding, and the other a pre-pregnancy photo of Jennifer. Seeing them he sighed. Then smiled, by the time Jennifer returned and their child was born he would be able to give them all that they deserved — and more. He would be worthy of them. Just as Jack was reaching for the phone to call her the phone rang, causing him to nearly fall out of his chair. Gaining his composure, and striking up the perfect pose and tone, he answered the phone,"Salem Spectator, Jack Deveraux, Owner and Publisher speaking." There was a silence for a few seconds, "Hello? Hello, okay before you begin no I do not have Prince Albert in a can; nor is my refrigerator running."

Just then he heard a familiar chuckle. His good mood getting even brighter. "Jack!"

"Jennifer!"

Laughing, "Jack!"

"Jennifer, this monosyllabic conversation is getting us nowhere — well okay, "Jennifer" is not a monosyllabic word — but nevertheless, so why do I have the pleasure of speaking to my beautiful, talented spouse on this all to lovely spring day, and to quote Robert Browning,

The year's at the spring; "
And day's at the morn;
Morning's at seven;
The hillside's dew-pearled;
The lark's on the wing;
The snail's on the thorn;
God's in his heaven—
All's right with the world."

Smiling broadly, "Okay, who is on the other end, you are not my husband. Are you some poor substitute or recast, like they do in those soap operas?" she chided.

"Au contraire, ma cherie amour, c'est moi."

Jack Deveraux in a good mood.... Oh, god Jack the paper—"

"No not quite.... but.... well.... I do not want to jinx anything, those gods are a fickle lot. But there may at least be some good news for your grandfather on the lawsuit front; and well more, much more to come. Dama Fortuna may actually turn her wheel to favor la famille Deveraux."

"Oh god, Jack I am so happy. So proud for you. I could just.... kiss you. Ravish your fabulous person. I miss you so much gosh I wish I could be there for you."

"So do I.... so do I. And So could I.... But.... but what you are doing is pretty impressive. I mean.... you're something else. And I am not just saying it because.... well because.... you know...."

"Yes I know. Thank you, Jack. Your praise has always meant the world to me. And I can say the same to you. Those articles and editorials you have been writing are something else. They're wonderful! You know you really are a fabulous journalist. Very few are as expressive, insightful, intelligent, and as articulate. I am so proud to have you as my husband."

Jack smiled, it was a wonderful day: Having someone such as Jennifer loving him, proud of him.... he never thought that would be the case for him. Embarrassed, yet very proud, "Well, thank you. And your praise means the world to me as well. But wait a minute how.... how.... how—"

"My grandmother, she sends me a care package every several days. Donuts and all the current Spectators. That way, not only can I keep up with the news of Salem, but I can read and clip and save the words penned by my beloved husband."

"I'm speechless...."

"Wow, a day of firsts, first Jack Harcourt Deveraux is in a good mood and now he is speechless. But I did not call you to be speechless I want you to talk and talk and talk so I can sit back , be silent, and drink in your melodious and sensual masculine voice."

Now Jack laughed, "Speaking of firsts, that does not sound like my loquacious heart-of-my-hearts, the same spouse who since we first worked together never allowed me to get a word in edgewise. So what gives with you? Spit it out ."

Jennifer laughed. She enjoyed this, after a long day of meetings and taping it was so wonderful to just sit back and speak to the man of her dreams. "I miss you terribly.... and I needed the use of your brain—"

"Ah ha, so that's it. What gives? And my brain? That's all I am too you a lump gray matter; I would have hoped that my manliness was a major part of the equation."

"Jaaaack, you're always accusing me of only wanting you for one thing and it isn't the brain — not that it isn't true...." she gave a wicked laugh. "Seriously, Jack, I need to pick your brain. For tomorrow's show we have this history professor from Yale, Dr. Manfred Hoffmann, coming in. He wrote a book about Watergate, Nixon, and he reports to know who the real "Deep Throat" was, since you are the big expert I thought you can help me with some thought provoking questions."

"Well, I am honored that you thought of me. As for Hoffmann, most impressive.... I remember the man, he had quite the reputation when I was there. At that time the youngest full professor in Yale history. Never took his courses though did attend a couple of his lectures. Didn't always agree with his theories, or his politics, but he was extremely intelligent and most informative."

Jennifer listened as Jack became more and more animated as he answered her questions and talked about Watergate and the life in DC during the scandal. She enjoyed listening to him recount his experiences during that time: His obsession with the whole mess. Images of a pre-teen Jack flooded her mind, easing to some degree the homesickness she felt. She wished she had known him back then, she knew that even then he would have stolen her heart. As she listened to him and took notes, occasionally her eyes were drawn to various pictures of Jack that she had brought with her. One of her favorites was the newspaper article from the time Jack won the Ferraro Award. She had been so proud and overjoyed for him that day. She had alredy come to know that despite his outward behavior and his sarcasm that underneath it all there was a wonderful, talented , and most of all, loving man. Even at that time, despite all their fights, and the uncertainties of how he felt for her, she had already been hopelessly in love with him. That clipping was all she had of him at that time, so she had lovingly framed the article and kept it near her all the time, it was her link to Jack during those times of uncertainty.

After nearly talking for an hour, Jack looked at his watch, "I have to run; I have a date," emphasizing the word to tease her, "and like the White Rabbit, I mustn't be late."

"Jack, you know as well as I that I am the only one who is daft enough to tolerate you — me and your mother — so tell Jo hi for me and give her my love."

"Well, you are wrong it is not Jo. "

"Whatever Jack.... I love you and miss you terribly. And you don't know what it means to me that you're doing so much for my family."

"Well, it's my pleasure.... I care very much for them. And I love you too, you know; and miss you and your star border just as terribly — maybe more." They regretfully said their good-byes. Jack left for his "date" with Marcus. Jennifer hated saying good-bye she always felt like a part of her died. Immediately afterwards her entire essence ached from the loneliness. She gazed one more time at Jack's photos. She needed the night to go over her notes, that was much better than the alternative, a large and very empty bed.

At 7:30 Jack was escorted by Doug to the bar, and was given a drink on the house. Julie rushed up to him, and gave Jack a big bear hug, and a kiss. The three talked until Marcus arrived; at which time Doug showed them to their table — as promised Portofino's best.

"Well.... hmm.... Thanks for the dinner, I realize I cannot be your favorite person. I appreciate your help throughout my recent.... condition.... and thanks for the dinner and company. Not that I want it to get around, but things are a bit.... lonely with out the beautiful Missus D to nag and harp me to death."

"Jack, it is my pleasure. Desirée is busy working tonight, something about the boutique preparing for the Memorial Day Week sale, and it is nice to have some company. So I was a bit "lonely" myself. And thought of ou. Jack, when Steve and I were in the orphanage, well, he always talked about him and me escaping and searching for his baby brother Billy, and then the three of us would be like the Three Musketeers. I grew to look towards you as a brother as well. And as I said before there was a time I hated you. But you did prove yourself right for Steve and Kayla. And now all your hard work for Dr. Horton, the hospital, and me. So the pleasure truly is all mine.... Why don't we can all this mushy stuff. Deal?" Jack smiled and nodded in agreement.

Later Jack and Marcus were just finishing their main course, "So, I am hoping this latest information coup may in fact help the hospital and all involved. Lawrence's involvement helping the Lombards definitely is not philanthropic, you and I know what he is capable of, Jennifer, Ste.... Steve—. You and Dr. Horton do not deserve this. And as for Kayla, well—"

Marcus continued, "After losing Steve, she can't lose her reputation and RN license too—"

Before Marcus or Jack could continue, they were interrupted by Desirée. Marcus immediately jumped up and gave her a quick kiss. Jack both smiled at their show of affection , he was glad that Marcus had someone in his life, even if it was Desirée; but Jack felt a pang of envy, Desirée was there, Jennifer, well she was half-a-country away.

Jack at first was not pleased to see the former scam artist/psychic, but a thought came to him. He had read the name "Hawkins" this morning while doing research, maybe Ms. McCall might be of some assistance. Jack stood up, "Ms. McCall, please join us for dessert and coffee....," Jack pulled out a chair for her, "....Marcus' treat." Marcus looked at him in disbelief, that did not sound like Jack, he knew that after the scam Desirée was not Jack's favorite person. Jack Deveraux had not changed completely, and frankly who would want him to. He was definitely up to something.

Jack began by talking about trivia matters with Desirée, then he eased in for the kill. "I was going over some land documents and noticed the name Hawkins. Could it be a member of that infamous Hawkins family whom you and I know so well?"

"How should I know. "

"Weren't all of you in cahoots, an old gang?"

"Us? No! I didn't know any of them until the scam. I was introduced to that.... no good SOB Hawk by my former boyfriend Roland—" Jack looked at her confused, who was Roland. Seeing Jack's confusion she replied, "Never mind, I was dating this no good bum at the time, didn't last long," she reached over and took Marcus' hand, "he wasn't as smart and sexy as Marcus...." She did not wish to get into too much detail and possibly screw up the good thing she had with Marcus. Roland was part of the gang and had done much to help Hawk scam Jack and Jennifer; he had waited at the Jack and Jennifer's Loft with Hawk that past Christmas, and was going to help Hawk scare Jack off if Jack returned.

She could see that Jack was getting annoyed, "He knew Hawk in prison or something. He got out months before. Then when BabyHowie, as you call him, got out, he tracked Roland down in LA. Roland roped me in on this sure fire scheme. I was just to play a psychic and rope in these rich suckers," Jack glared at her, "no insult intended. The pay would be worth my while. I was living in this hovel in Venice, Venice Beach, and well, you know the bill collector, outstanding warrants and all. "

Jack looked at her deflated, and trying to control his temper, "Is that all?" "And Howard? Was he behind the scam or Howie?"

"The old man? Well, It was Hawk. But the old man he was the brains. Hawk was just a dumb hayseed. Howard gradually took over the scam. Hawk got a thing for Little Miss Thang, correcting herself "for Jennifer and was useless. Howard used that to his advantage. He screwed us all — pardon my language. He ran off on us taking our, sorry your money. "

"And none of you , not even Hawk, were able to track him down?" Jack nervously and intently bit his fingernail anxiously waiting for a response.

"Hahaha, the old man was on a flight to Bora Bora, or the Bahamas, or Fiji, or somewhere. Probably changed his name and everything. Fat Chance. You expect to track him down?" She began to laugh.

Jack was not amused, "And Howard or Hawk never mentioned their connection to Salem?"

"That is what I said isn't it," seeing Marcus, she changed her tone "No.... but come to think of it he did seem to know his way around. So did Hawk. Hmmm, I am trying to remember, when I met Roland he did mention where he was in prison and met Hawk somewhere in the Mid-West, I think it might have been around here, Salem. Anyway as I said it was in the Mid-West. Roland moved West to sunny California. Said he hated the weather in the Mid-West."

Jack saw that this was getting him nowhere. He could care less where Roland and Hawk were imprisoned. It was of no use for him.

After a short while Marcus and Desirée excused themselves. By their expressions he knew what they planned on doing; something that had been denied for him for over two weeks now. He however would go home and take a cold shower, a very cold shower; and sleep in a very cold bed. Before leaving, he sat and drank another cup of coffee and thought over his chat with Desirée. He did not get the information he wanted. However, that was not going to stop him. As he initially thought it was probably just coincidence. The Hawkins Candy Company was started in the Southwest but it was nation wide operation, or had been. Howard the Billionaire Bum probably had some investing here too, and that was all. However, did not mean that Lawrence was not involved in things.

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(December 6, 2000)
CHAPTER SIX: THE SPECTATOR

It had been two days since Jack's dinner with Marcus and for two days something was nagging him. He couldn't concentrate on anything other than his conversation with Rusty. Something about it was wrong. He had fished around with a few supposedly reliable sources that he'd used before but nothing had come to the fore. He decided that it was time he took things into his own hands.

Jack rushed through the main office of The Spectator and slammed his office door behind him. Julie had been working quietly at the desk and was stunned when Jack's briefcase landed on top of her papers.

"Jack, having a bad day, are we?"

Jack was just as surprised to see Julie there. "Julie, I.... I'm.... you know me when Jennifer is away. I'm sorry. I thought I was.... alone."

"Obviously. Darling, are you just frustrated because Jennifer is in New York or is something else causing this display of temper?" Julie asked.

Jack sighed and slumped into the visitor's chair. "No, it's not Jennifer. Well not directly. I've been investigating this corruption.... sorry alleged corruption scandal and I've hit a stumbling block. A big immovable stumbling block."

"I thought you had a handle on that Jack. At the last editorial meeting you sounded optimistic about being able to break the whole thing wide open in a matter of days." Julie was really concerned about Jack.

"Hmmm, well that was perhaps a tad exaggerated.... not that I'm prone to exaggeration too often." He gave her one of his most charming smiles with just a tiny wink at the end.

"Jack, Jack, Jack. Will you never learn? Anyway I'm off. I have a full day at Wi.... Portofino. I will leave our paper in your more than capable hands. Take care darling and don't get into too much trouble while my little cousin is not here to keep you under control." Julie gave him a pat on the cheek and left quietly. Jack stayed seated in the visitor's chair, staring at the bookcase behind his desk. The worn leather and yellowing pages gave him a sense of well-being. They were not only visual reminders of his upbringing but they were also sensual reminders. He often held up one of the volumes and inhaled the smell of his childhood and adolescence. His eyes glazed over and he was lost in the years long past when he heard Harper's voice whispering in his ear.

"Jack.... Jack! We're baaaaack. Come on son, it's time to party. Jennifer is gone and it's time to lift the lid on this town. Remember the days when we hit the big time. Well this might be your last chance. So let's get moving."

Jack turned to the sound of Harper's voice and frowned. "Not you again. I thought you were long gone along with dastardly Duke. Get lost." Jack's voice echoed around the empty office.

Harper persisted in his subconscious always there to remind Jack of things he'd much rather forget. "You're a Deveraux, son. It's in the blood.... well in the mind anyway. Just like you can't get rid of your background, you can't get rid of us."

"Well I intend to right now. I have things to do. An income to earn. You're going to be grandfather, remember? Do you want to see your grandchild starve in a garret? Leave me alone." Harper slowly faded from Jack's mind and he could once again concentrate on this corruption story. It was time to act. He picked up his coat then threw it back down again. The weather was really warming up. He walked out into the main office and up to Vern who was arguing with one of the copy editors about a headline that was too long.

"Vern.... VERN!"

"Yes Jack. I heard you the first time. I'm busy."

"Well so am I. I'm leaving. Yes I know I just arrived. But I'll be gone all day. Don't call me. I'll call you."

"But Jack.... JACK! Jack come back here. I need you to sign.... " Vern rushed to catch up with Jack but there was no stopping him. He completely ignored Vern as the elevator doors closed. Elevators were always too slow and too confined for the closet claustrophobic that Jack was and he sucked in a breath of fresh air as the doors opened in the garage. He was pulling out onto the street in less than thirty seconds and in fifteen minutes he was questioning his favorite county mole.

"Look I know Alamain has been pulling strings. But what I want to know is why?" Jack continued to be puzzled about the rezoning. If that land belonged to the hospital it couldn't be rezoned without state government approval which was virtually impossible. Something was very wrong with Rusty's story.

The mole was a typical public servant who'd spent too long behind a desk shoveling papers from one cubby hole to another. Jack had had no trouble co-ercing him into co-operation and information for a minimum of outlay. He leaned in close to Jack as if the secrets he was passing on were detrimental to United States security.

"Alamain wants to develop the land. He wants to get his hands on it cheap before the rezoning becomes public."

Jack was still confused. "But the land belongs to the hospital and hospital land is state land. Only the state can rezone it."

"That land doesn't belong to the hospital. Well the strip next to the furnace does but the rest is free and clear."

Jack's face suddenly broke into a smile. "So what you're telling me is that anyone can build anything on this land now and the hospital can't do anything about it?

"Yep Jack, that's the ticket."

"Who owns the land now?" Jack asked.

"Aaaah, if I remember rightly it's.... um.... yep, Victor Kiriakis. Yep Kiriakis. He had the deeds transferred a few years back. Something about the land being part of an inheritance or something that he got. No.... it wasn't an inheritance. It was a part of a debt repayment I think. Let me see.... yes. It used to belong to some big time senator who got himself in trouble. Can't remember his name though.... oh yes, that's right. It was Devera.... Jack, that's your name."

"Yes, that's my name." Jack shook his head in disbelief. Harper always managed to come back into his life. "Thanks Ted, it's been nice knowing you." Jack started to walk away as Ted looked in fear. "Only kidding Ted, only kidding. It's a joke.... you know a joke. Never mind Ted. You'll live to fight another day. You'll never make a spy. You'd never pass the medical." Jack at last could make a link to all this mess. It was time to visit his long lost knifer.

Once again Rusty was rattled by Jack's unannounced appearance at his door. Jack pushed past him a