Thirty seconds later, Jax propped his elbows on the mattress to lever himself upwards. "Alexis?" he called again, looking around with a sleepy frown. "Are you in the shower?" He squinted, then grunted in confusion when he saw the darkness in his bathroom through the open door. With a soft expletive, he rolled to his side, scratching the blonde stubble that now decorated his chin. "Hey – Alexis?" He chewed on his lower lip, listening intently for the sound of running water in the guest bathroom. When his question was met with continued silence, wrinkles deepened on his forehead. He yanked open a drawer in the nightstand and pulled out a pair of navy silk boxers. Hopping to maintain his balance, he thrust first one foot and then the other into them as he stumbled out of the bed towards the door to the hallway.

Jax’s first stop was the kitchen, where he saw the carafe full of dark, potent coffee. "Never could make coffee worth a bloody d*mn," he muttered, shuffling sleepily towards the machine to flip off the "brew" switch. He sighed loudly, then frowned again and looked around the kitchen. Everything was just as they had left it the night before, the dirty plates and fry pan from their omelettes still stacked in the pan to be washed. That fact only caused Jax’s scowl to deepen; even if Alexis wasn’t a cordon bleu chef, she WAS a fanatical housekeeper. Something important must have diverted her from cleaning his kitchen to within an inch of its culinary life.

Jax turned and went back in the direction of the guestroom. {OK – she obviously had enough time this morning to start the coffee. But then something interrupted her before she could do the dishes – something else she figured she needed to do before that. But what?} He knew she hadn’t gotten any telephone calls. Although he had slept sounder the night before than he had in two years, the ringing of the telephone still would have wakened him.

As he walked into the guest bedroom, a grim sense of foreboding made Jax’s stomach clench suddenly. He looked around the quiet room – the bed still made, the lights off in the bathroom, the navy velour robe she had borrowed tossed casually onto the floor. Cold sweat beaded on his forehead. Alexis’s clothes were gone.

"Stay calm, mate," Jax muttered to himself under his breath. "She can’t have gone far – not without a car……." He jogged back to his bedroom, hastily pulling drawers open until he found a pair of jeans and bright blue polo shirt. "And besides," he continued, in a monologue meant to soothe his churning gut, "the wacko who’s trying to kill Alexis likes to hide in the shadows." He jerked the jeans up abruptly, barely tucking away the family jewels before he zipped the fly. "He’s not the type to come in here, kidnap her, and then take her somewhere ELSE to kill her."

Jax quickly raked his fingers through his hair and grabbed his wallet, keys and cell phone as he strode towards the front door of the condo. "Noooo…..the killer doesn’t have her…..the killer doesn’t have her….." He barely managed to remember to lock the door behind him as he slammed into the hallway, tapping a staccato rhythm on the "down" elevator button with his first finger. "And everything else is OK between us again…….BETTER than OK……" A faint smile of remembrance curved his lips, only to be replaced just as quickly by thin-lipped anxiety. "So then WHERE the bloody h*ll IS she?"

Fifteen seconds later, the elevator doors opened in the lobby and Jax burst through. He strode to the reception desk, clasping it so tightly his knuckles turned white. "RICO!! Did you see Miss Davis come through here this morning?"

"Miss Davis?" The burly, bald-headed man set his donut down next to a half-full styrofoam cup of coffee. "The lady you came in with last night?"

"Yes…..Alexis Davis," Jax muttered through clenched teeth. "About five foot seven inches, brownish-red hair……"

"Curves in all the right places, if ya know what I mean……" Rico winked, but his lusty grin faded quickly when he saw the storm clouds gathering on Jax’s face. "Yeah, I saw her, Mr. Jacks." He glanced down at his clipboard, then picked up his donut again. "She came through here about 9:30 and asked me to call her a cab."

"A cab?" Jax looked away with a frown, ruffled his hair with his fingers, and then trained his gaze on the quietly munching guard again. "Did she say where she was going?"

"No sir, Mister Jacks." Rico took a quick sip of coffee to clear his throat of the sugary confection. "She just came down here and said she needed a cab right away."

Jax’s blonde eyebrows knit together, betraying his befuddlement. "But she was alone, right?"

"Yes sir," Rico nodded firmly.

Jax’s heart stopped beating triple time, slowing to a mere double the normal rate. {It’s not the murderer again – she was alone. But then why did she leave?} "Did she seem……OK?" The idea slowly crystallized that the hospital may have called – Stefan may have taken a turn for the worse.

"Well, sir," Rico hedged, looking down at his Krispy Kreme in embarrassment, "I don’t mean to pry or anything, but since you asked…… she looked like h*ll." When Jax quirked an eyebrow at the guard, he continued. "She had dark circles under her eyes, like she had been cryin’ a lot or somethin. And her voice sounded all weepy……. like women’s voices get when they go on one of those hormone roller coasters."

"Weepy, huh?" Jax tapped his toe impatiently. {Did she think she couldn’t tell me if something had happened to Stefan? Did she think I wouldn’t want to be there for her, especially after what happened last night?}

"Yeah, weepy." Rico shrugged. "Although," he drawled, gesturing at Jax, donut in hand, "maybe it had something to do with that ugly bag she was carryin’." He took another bit of donut and then shook his head. "Her eyes got all watery every time she looked down at it, if ya know what I mean."

Jax’s eyes widened. "Bag?" He rubbed his hair briskly with one hand while propping the other on his hip. "WHAT ugly bag?"

Just as Rico took a breath to answer, the cell phone in Jax’s back pocket shrilled loudly. He held up a finger towards Rico in a gesture to hang on, then whipped it out and pressed the button. "Jax, here……."

"Jax……..thank God I’ve found you……."

His forehead wrinkled in a frown. "Dad? Is that you?"

"You’re d*mn right it’s me!!" Even Rico heard John Jacks’ angry exclamation. "You’ve got to get over here right away……"

Jax held the phone away from his ear slightly when muffled shouting echoed in his ear. "Dad? Where the h*ll are you?" The sound of a woman’s shriek sent a chill down his spine. "It sounds like the middle of a war zone!"

"It d*mn may well be if you don’t get over to the house right away, my boy!" Jax winced again when he heard more guttural shouting and then the sound of breaking glass. "Mac Scorpio and his Nazis are turning the house upside down….."

"The police are *there*? At the house?" Jax propped his other hand on his hip, dazed exasperation in his voice. "Did they show you a warrant?"

"That crazy former fiancée of yours waved something in my face when she came though the door with her storm troopers," John growled. "But I really didn’t get a chance to check….."

"Alexis?" Just when his heart had gone back to something close to a normal rhythm, it started break dancing again in Jax’s chest. "Alexis is THERE??!!" The sound of more shouting tightened bands of agony around his lungs. "Never mind dad……" Jax was already on the move towards the door of the condo building, his eyes steely cold with anger. "I’ll be there in about fifteen minutes." He glanced down at his watch as he strode furiously towards the parking garage. "And tell Alexis that I want to see her as soon as I get there!!"

*~*~*~*

"You stay away from me, you NEO-FASCIST, CONSTIPATED, BUTT-UGLY PIG!!!!!"

Lieutenant Marcus Taggert stared up at Bobbie Jacks as she leaned over the balustrade of the Jacks family mansion. "God…….I love my job," he sighed, grimacing at a nearby patrolman. He put a foot on the first step of the winding staircase that led to the second floor and smiled serenely at the hysterical woman. "Now, Mrs. Jacks, if you’ll just calm down….."

"I WON’T calm down until you leave this HOUSE!!" Bobbie screamed. She wove slightly as she stood guard at the top of the staircase, brandishing a silver candelabra in one hand and a glass of red wine in the other. "You have NO RIGHT to put my family through this h*ll!!"

"As much as I hate to admit it, in this one instance I must agree with my daughter-in-law, Lieutenant!" John Jacks hissed as he came up behind Taggert.

"If you would just take a closer look at that paper in your hand, Mister Jacks," Taggert drawled patiently, glancing over his shoulder, "we’ve got EVERY right to be here!" He grimaced again when he looked up at Bobbie, who was still swinging the business end of the candlestick dangerously close to a patrolman who had braved his way halfway up the stairs. "And if you know what’s best, you’ll call off Mrs. Jacks before I have to haul her in for both assaulting an officer AND contempt!!"

"I’m……I’m……." John’s face turned almost as red as the wine that sloshed over the side of Bobbie’s glass. "The only person I’m going to CALL is Dara Jenson! To tell her to re-assign Alexis Davis to some other case, since it’s OBVIOUS she has a personal vendetta against our family!" He glanced down at the warrant briefly before crumpling it into a ball and tossing it back at Taggert’s chest. "And THEN I’m going to call Judge Herbert Powers and give him a piece of my mind!!"

As the patriarch of the Jacks family stalked away towards his study, Taggert shook his head. "You do that, Mister Jacks," he said softly, arching an eyebrow when Bobbie announced she was retreating to a position nearer her bedroom to regroup. "I’m sure Judge Powers will have a few choice words for you, too, especially since he’s not already on your payroll!"

"What the bloody h*ll……..TAGGERT!!"

Marcus turned when he heard the sound of Jax’s exclamation from the front door. "Hail, hail, the gang’s all here……." he groused, rolling his eyes as the blonde man advanced on him. "Just what I needed……another disgruntled spoiled rich kid…….."

"TAGGERT!!" Jax’s chin was set with angry determination as he confronted the lieutenant. "What the H*LL do you think you’re doing here??"

"Exactly what the warrant says, Mister Jacks," Taggert replied calmly. He handed the wrinkled paper to Jax, who immediately smoothed out some of the wrinkles to peruse its contents. "We have the legal right to search this premises for any and all evidence pertaining to the Chloe Morgan murder investigation."

As Jax was still reading the fine print on the search warrant, his younger sister entered the foyer from a side door. "JAX!!!" Jessie rushed towards him, barely giving him time to brace himself before she threw her arms around his neck in an embrace. "I’m SOOOO glad you’re here!!"

"Munchkin……" Jax tried to be appropriately affectionate while still reading the details of the warrant. He finally untangled himself from the stranglehold she had on his chest, pushing her back to look into her eyes. "Where’s Scott?"

"Daddy bellowed for him to come into the library with him a few minutes ago," she sniffed, wiping away a tear. "He’s trying his best to explain to daddy what the legal stuff means, but you KNOW Scott’s not that familiar with criminal law……."

"Right……" Jax suppressed the urge to make some disparaging remark about Scott’s legal expertise in general. He looked around the foyer, peering at the doorway leading to the rest of the first floor. "What about mum? Where is she?"

"She’s out shopping this morning, thank God!" Jessie replied, sending Taggert a look that could have frozen the Towering Inferno. "At least SHE doesn’t have to have her heart broken, watching while STRANGERS paw through her personal property with no regard for……"

"I’m real sorry to interrupt, Jax," Taggert murmured quietly, stepping closer, "but we have a little bit of a situation here that can’t wait much longer."

He sighed loudly. "What now?"

"Your sister-in-law won’t allow us into her bedroom to conduct a search of the Congressman’s closets," he said, propping a hand on his hip while rubbing his face in exasperation with the other. "Now I think I can tell WHY she’s being so belligerent," he continued, keeping his voice low and confidential. "And far be it from me to pass judgment on Mrs. Jacks’ choice of beverage at this time of the morning, but unless she lets my officers have access to your brother’s room….."

"She’s facing contempt of court," Jax finished for him grimly.

"As well as the fact that her current state of sobriety would probably get dragged across the front page of every gossip rag from here to Boston."

Jax nodded once briskly, then glanced up at the top of the staircase. "Is my brother up there with her?"

"No." Jessie piped up before Taggert could answer. "When the police got here, Jerry went for a walk back by the tennis courts." Angry sparks flew from her eyes in Taggert’s direction again. "I got the impression that he thought it was the best way to keep from losing his temper around these HESSIANS!!"

Jax nodded. "For *once*, I think Jerry did the right thing." He chewed on his lip for a moment, then put a hand on Jessie’s shoulder. "Munchkin, you go upstairs with Lieutenant Taggert. Tell Bobbie that you need her advice on something for the wedding……colors of the dresses or something…."

"But that’s all been settled already, Jax!"

"You and I both know that, Jess," Jax replied, glancing up at the top of the stairs. "But the state that Bobbie’s in, SHE won’t!" He put a hand on the small of Jessie’s back to push her towards the staircase. "And stroking her ego by asking her advice might just provide enough of a distraction so that the Lieutenant and his men can do their job."

"Sounds like a plan to me." All three heads turned at the sound of Alexis’s voice. She crossed the foyer towards them, her features set with cold, professional determination. "Otherwise, I’m going to have to ask the Lieutenant to put Mrs. Jacks under arrest……"

"OK – THAT’S IT!! That’s ENOUGH grandstanding for this morning!!" Jax suddenly grabbed Alexis by the elbow. "We need to talk!!!"

"What the H*LL do you think you’re doing, Jax??!!" Alexis spat. She tried to wrest her arm free to no avail. "The warrant Judge Powers signed this morning gives me EVERY right……"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah…….." Jax ignored Alexis’s sputtered protests as he pulled her with him towards the library. "Just go and get Bobbie before she throws anything else, OK, Munchkin?" he ordered, pointing a finger at Jessie. As he pushed Alexis inside the double doors of the library, he arched an eyebrow at Taggert. "And DON’T disturb us unless it’s absolutely necessary!"

As Jax loosened his grip to pull the doors closed behind him, Alexis finally wrenched herself free. "You…….you…….NEANDERTHAL!!!!" She pushed back some hair that had escaped the tight bun at the back of her head. "Have you lost ALL respect for the law now???!!!"

"Spare me the sermon, Counselor," Jax drawled grimly. He walked slowly towards where she stood, still spitting and hissing. "Maybe you can tell ME what the h*ll happened this morning?" Some of the rage-born color drained from her face as he gently pushed back a rebellious strand of hair. "Why did you leave the condo without waking me?"

Her eyes softened for a moment, then suddenly fired again with hurt and contempt. "Maybe it’s because I was right the first time. You HAVE lost all respect for the law." When Jax frowned and shook his head in confusion, she sighed loudly. "You promised last night that you wouldn’t lie to me anymore, Jax," Alexis whispered, tears gathering in the corners of her eyes. "You said you wouldn’t let your father’s threats come between us."

"And I haven’t!!" he shot back, his voice breaking with pain. Jax raked his fingers through his hair, then gently placed his hands on Alexis’s shoulders. "If I was letting my father tell me what to do, I would have thrown you and Mac’s Keystone Cops out of here, warrant or no warrant!"

"But your father didn’t tell you to do that, did he?" Alexis breathed, her eyes widening with understanding. "Because he has nothing to hide HERE." When Jax exhaled loudly again in bafflement, she stepped back, pulling out of his loose embrace. "You already hid all the damaging evidence against Jerry at your condo, didn’t you?"

"I………" Wave after wave of shock slapped at him. "What damaging evidence?"

Alexis’s lips tightened to thin lines at his mock innocence. "Your brother’s shoes, Jax." She folded her arms across her chest, drawing upon every ounce of professional neutrality in her being. "You hid Jerry’s muddy shoes in a tote bag in the back of your guest closet."

"WHAT tote bag? I don’t know about any tote bag, and I’m sure as h*ll not hiding any of my brother’s shoes……" When Jax saw disbelief written all over Alexis’s face, he began to understand people being motivated to "pull their hair out" in frustration. "Wait a minute…….." He covered his face with both hands, then shook his head to clear it and spoke very slowly and distinctly. "Let’s start from the beginning here. How did you find this mystery tote bag and the pair of shoes?"

"When I woke up this morning, I wanted to take a shower." Alexis lowered her voice to a calm level, too. "But you were sleeping so soundly that I didn’t want to wake you, so I decided to use the guest bathroom."

Jax nodded, walking back towards the bar. "OK so far."

"I really didn’t want to put on the same clothes I was wearing yesterday, so I decided to take a look in your closet for an old shirt or sweats…..just something I could wear when I got out of the shower." She rubbed the back of her neck, uncomfortable at the pain the memory inspired. "I found some of your old dress shirts and pulled one out, but just as I was going back towards the bathroom, the tote bag fell out of the back of the closet." Alexis smiled wryly. "I stubbed my toe on it in the dark. That’s when the shoes fell out of the bag and I saw them."

"The shoes that you think belong to Jerry….."

"I KNOW they belong to Jerry." Alexis’s somber expression sent a chill down Jax’s spine. "They were size ten and a half Pierre Cardin loafers, monogrammed with a "JJ."" She licked her lips in embarrassment. "I remember you wear a size eleven." When Jax opened his mouth to speak, she went on before he could. "Very few customers in Port Charles buy those designer shoes, Jax. We checked with Wyndom’s this morning. A salesman there recalls selling your brother a pair about two months ago." Her chin lifted proudly. "He said Jerry specifically asked that they be monogrammed before he took delivery."

"So they’re my brother’s shoes!" Jax spat angrily. He poured himself a glass of water, took a sip, and then set the glass down with a loud thunk. "That doesn’t mean he killed Chloe!"

"Think about the forensics report, Jax," Alexis said slowly. "The footprint casts they took at the murder scene matched up to size ten and a half Pierre Cardin loafers. There was mud and dried leaves on the shoes, just like on the embankment where Chloe’s car went off the road."

"But……"

"And there was a dark red stain inside one of the shoes." Her voice dropped to a whisper as she saw genuine pain and understanding flash in Jax’s eyes. "They’re doing the tests even as we speak to see if it’s Chloe’s blood."

Jax’s chest heaved with pent-up emotion. "Alexis……." He walked towards her, and when he got close enough, she could see the tears forming n the corners of his eyes. "You’ve GOT to believe me!! I DIDN’T know those shoes were in my closet!!" He reached out to take her hands in his. "I swear to God……….I would NEVER do something like that!" Electric pain zinged between brown eyes and blue as they stood in the darkened library. "I would NEVER lie to you about something like that! Especially not after I just got you back in my life again!"

She wanted to believe him. She had PRAYED that it was all just some colossal mistake, even while she was waiting for Judge Powers to sign the search warrant. Even after only having Jax back in her life for twelve hours, she knew it would kill her to give him up again. But still……..

"Then how did the shoes get there, Jax?" Alexis laughed hollowly to hide her anguish. "I mean, I don’t exactly think that the tooth fairy has taken to leaving shoes instead of money now!" When he arched an eyebrow at her in rebuke, her grim smile faded. "You said last night that your mother is the only other person with a key to your condo, right?"

"Right." When she stared at him pointedly, his eyes widened in horror. "You don’t think that my mother would……."

"I don’t know." She tipped her head to the side, more in an investigative mode now. "What do YOU think? Would Lady Jane hide the evidence to keep her first-born son from going to jail for the rest of his life?"

"No." Jax shook his head firmly, then chewed on his lower lip. "Definitely not. It would break my mother’s heart, but she would never let something as serious as murder go unpunished, even if it meant turning in one of her own."

Alexis crossed her arms, lifting her eyebrows. "Well, we’ll find out for sure in a few hours. The lab is running fingerprint tests on the tote bag, too."

Jax looked up at her, baffled again. "What kind of tote bag was it?"

"Some kind of ugly red brocade……almost like tapestry fabric. With big wooden handles….." Alexis pressed her hands together as though praying, tapping her first fingers against her lips. "I could SWEAR I remember it from somewhere……"

"I know where you’ve seen it." She finally looked up and saw the ashen color of Jax’s face. "That’s Bobbie’s bag." He went over to his father’s desk and drummed his fingers on it nervously. "She carries it with her everywhere."

A whisper of hope sang through Alexis’s brain. "Has Bobbie been in your condo lately?"

"Yeah…….." Jax turned and sat on the edge of his father’s desk, rubbing his hands over his face. "She was there the day before yesterday." His expression was cold as ice. "But she didn’t have the bag with her."

"You’re sure?" As she felt the hope of Jax’s innocence slipping away, Alexis grabbed for any possible excuse. "You were there with her the ENTIRE time she was in the condo? There’s NO chance she could have slipped into the guest bedroom and hid the shoes in the closet?"

Jax’s lips thinned grimly. "You saw how she was this morning, Alexis," he said. "Bobbie was already plastered when she came over to my place Saturday." He shook his head, trying desperately to remember if his sister-in-law had been carrying the d*mn bag. "She was barely able to put one foot in front of the other, much less sneak into the guest bedroom to hide Jerry’s shoes."

"And there’s no possibility that your mother would have loaned her your key? Some other time, when Bobbie was sober?"

"I doubt it." Jax chewed on his lower lip. "Sad to say, I don’t think there ARE too many of those times anymore." Suddenly his face brightened ever so slightly. "But it makes me feel a little better that you suspect somebody ELSE of hiding the shoes." He rose from his father’s desk and walked over to Alexis, cupping her face in his hands. "You KNOW there’s no way I would do anything to risk losing you again, don’t you, Lexie?"

Just as Alexis took a breath to answer, the door to the library opened. "Sorry to interrupt……." Mac Scorpio put his head in through the opening, blushing slightly. "But something’s come up, and I need Alexis….."

She quickly pulled out of Jax’s embrace, putting a safe, impartial distance between them. Clearing her throat awkwardly, she smoothed nonexistent wrinkles out of her slim navy skirt as she faced Mac. "Where’s Taggert?"

"I sent him out to find the Congressman and bring him back," Mac answered curtly. When Alexis didn’t move from Jax’s side, the police commissioner gave her a "didn’t-you-hear-me-the-first-time?" look. "I NEED you to come upstairs with me RIGHT NOW, Alexis!!" he repeated, shooting daggers at Jax with his eyes.

"I’ll come, too," Jax said quickly, putting a hand on Alexis’s arm. His bearing shifted into complete professionalism. "As Jerry’s attorney, I have the right to be there if you’ve found something that you consider incriminating."

The three of them made their way up the curving staircase in silence. A group of policemen gathered outside Jerry and Bobbie’s bedroom door parted like the waves before Moses to allow them entrance.

"Show Miss Davis what you found, Barkowski," Mac ordered gruffly, pointing to a young patrolman.

The rookie walked towards Alexis, holding out a wadded up piece of white cloth. "I found this in the back of the Congressman’s closet, stuffed inside an old shoebox," he explained. When he shook it out, it took the shape of a man’s formal tuxedo shirt. Rows of pleats ran vertically along both edges of the shirt front. A large, dark red stain marred the pristine whiteness of the left side of the shirt. Jax felt his heart skip a beat when he saw the "JJ" monogram on the left cuff.

"It looks like it’s a shirt from a tuxedo." Mac arched an eyebrow at Alexis. "Like maybe a shirt the congressman would have worn to that fancy dinner the night Chloe was killed."

"That red stain doesn’t prove anything, Scorpio," Jax growled through gritted teeth. "It could be *Jerry’s* blood……"

"Well, I guess we’ll find out when the lab report comes back, won’t we?" Mac shot back, just as brusquely. He turned back to the patrolman, nodding at him. "Show them what else you found, officer."

The young patrolman almost seemed reluctant to present the other piece of evidence. He slowly set the shirt down and then walked over and picked up a plastic bag that had been lying on the bed. As he came back to where Alexis stood, Jax heard her catch her breath audibly.

"We found this, rolled up in the box with the shirt," he revealed. Inside the transparent evidence bag was a pale green chiffon scarf. The fabric was shot through with gold and silver threads in an intricate pattern. When he turned the bag over, spattered red droplets and one large red blotch were clearly visible.

Mac took the bag from the rookie. "Is this one of your sister-in-law’s scarves, Mister Jacks?"

The cleft in Jax’s chin was as deep as a ravine. "I don’t recognize it, but then again, I’m not familiar with all of Bobbie’s accessories……"

"It’s Chloe’s." Alexis said the words so softly that she had to repeat them. "It’s Chloe’s scarf." She cleared her throat, wiping at her eyes quickly. "If you check the lower left corner, you’ll see her corporate logo embroidered into the chiffon."

Jax suddenly was thankful that he hadn’t eaten any breakfast. "But it’s possible that Bobbie might have bought one of the scarves, too……."

"They…..uh……" Alexis blinked rapidly, putting her hand to her throat to try to maintain her composure. "They weren’t for sale to the public yet. Chloe had just designed a few for herself. She was going to mass produce them next spring……"

"What the bloody h*ll………" Jerry’s soft expletive from the doorway drew everyone’s attention. He walked slowly into the room, staring in wide-eyed disbelief at the blood-stained scarf. "Where did you get that thing?"

Before anyone could answer, Alexis moved towards Mac. "Commissioner Scorpio, would you please read the Congressman his rights?"

Jax heard his sister’s loud sob from the hallway, followed by Bobbie’s anguished wail. "Alexis……" He turned back to his former fiancée, desperately torn between professionalism and familial loyalty. "Don’t do something rash……."

"I think I have MORE than enough evidence to warrant my actions, Counselor," she replied coldly. She glanced at Mac again, clearly annoyed that he hadn’t moved yet. "Commissioner Scorpio, place Congressman Jacks under arrest for the murder of Chloe Morgan."

To be continued…….