If you're looking for trouble
You came to the right place
If you're looking for trouble
Just look right in my face
~ "Trouble", Elvis Presley
Kristen was exhausted. She looked around her, at the ramshackle farm house with her nose crinkled up with distaste. "This place is disgusting," she sneered. "Please don't tell me you plan on staying here. It's been deserted for years."
"I own Lafferty Farms, and it's never been deserted," Stefano said, pulling a book on the bookshelf forward until he heard a soft click. "I just want it to look that way."
Kristen watched as the wall slid to the side, exposing another room, and a set of hallways going in different directions, as well as a set of stairs going down. "I don't understand why you just don't come, and hide at the house," she said looking at Stefano. "It's not like there aren't secret rooms all over that house."
"Kristen, you have always been entirely to inquisitive, and impulsive," he told her. Looking over at Roman, who stood there silently waiting for direction, Stefano said, "Rolf needs to finish with my project, and the items he needs are here. You can leave now. Have the driver take you home, and do not mention this to anyone."
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The evening before, even though Abe and Bo had found John and Marlena, they were unable to figure out how to open the secret room. After an hour of trying they had decided to post a police officer at the house, and come back the following day. What they had learned from Marlena while they were there, was mind-boggling, and now they knew, they were looking for more than Stefano, and Susan...they now had to find Kristen for kidnapping, and false imprisonment.
Abe had just arrived at his office to find Bo sitting at the desk with his feet propped up, reading the newspaper. "How many times have I asked you not to put your feet on my desk?" Abe asked him.
Bo laughed, and replied, "A few. You ready to head back over there?"
"I am—" Abe started, just as the telephone rang. Leaning over, he snatched up the receiver, saying, "Abe Carver." Bo watched as a look of confusion came over Abe's face, and then he said, "Ivan Marais? What is he doing there?" Another pause, followed by, "No, we're coming now...Keep him there, because we have some questions." Abe hangs up, and looks at Bo, saying, "This just got a lot more interesting. Officer Woolf just found Ivan Marais trying to get into the wine cellar at the DiMera place. Says he was pretty flustered, and had a lot of excuses that don't add up."
Bo took his feet off of Abe's desk, folded up the newspaper, and said with a huge grin, "I'll bet he knows how to get into that room."
"I'm counting on it, partner," Abe replied.
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Marlena rubs her hand slowly over John's back, as he is wracked with another memory. It had been happening all night, and through the early morning. Memories, combined with sharp pains in his head and neck. Marlena was comforting him as much as possible, and then, when there was a pause, she tried to help him place the memories on some type of mental timeline. She felt like taking the microchip out, had triggered these episodes, and the fact that the computer chip was already working its way out of his body when they found it, was why she felt he had been having the dreams. In the back of her mind, she kept wondering why all of the memories he was having were Roman's memories. Had they always been there? Why had he never remembered them before? She didn't have time to consider it. She watched as John leaned forward, with his elbows on his knees, and his head in his hands, and moaned. It was happening again, and as soon as they managed to get out of here, she wanted a head scan, and some blood work. Smoothing her hand over his face gently, she continued to monitor John as he got lost in another memory.
