Chapter 65

Lucky took a deep breath and knocked hard against the door. "Open the door
Sam!" he said, trying and failing to keep his voice down.

He had called Emily on the way over to let her know the new information that
he had gotton from Bobbie: he hadn't slept with Sam. Emily had offered to
come with him to confront Sam, but he declined, saying that it was something
he had to do on his own, but now as he stood outside her door, trying to calm
himself down, he wondered if that had been such a good idea. He was likely to
kill her.

She opened the door swiftly, smileing widely at him, "Well, well, well...to
what do I owe this honor?"

Lucky ignored the question and brushed past her and into her apartment. "I
want you out of here," he said flattly, turning around to face her.

Sam giggled. "Huh?...Lucky you can't just demand that I leave. Who the Hell
do you think you are?"

"You're landlord."

Sam placed both hands on her hips and walked right in front of him to sit
down on her couch. She flipped on the TV. "Lucky she began, as she stared
directly at the box in front of her, channel surfing. "You have to have a
reason to kick someone out...and unfortuneately 'because she ruined my
marriage' isn't gonna work."

Lucky laughed and turned around, beginning to stroll casually around the
room. "Hmm...you know, you're right Sam. How about, suspicion of illegal
activities? Do you think that'll work?"

He heard the TV shut off behind him, and grinned silently to himself. He
slowly turned back around to face her. The look on her face, priceless. He
could almost SEE the wheels turning in her head.

She smirked suddenly. "What the Hell are you talking about Lucky?"

Lucky smiled and walked over to her, sitting down next to her on the couch
and patting her knee, as if she were a child. "Oh, you know Sam...come
on...the drug trafficking...I know all about that."

Sam's eyes narrowed. "Lucky...I still have no idea what you're rambling
about. Did losing your wife cause you to lose your mind as well?"

Lucky bit his lip and shook his head. "Sam..does the term 'date rape drug'
mean anything to you?"

The grin on Sam's face fell as she turned towards him. "What?...Why would it
Lucky?...You're really not making any sen - "

"Tell me something Sam," Lucky said cutting her off.  "When you were busy
slipping that crap into my drink, exactly what did you think would happen?
You thought you'd rape me and then I'd fall madly in love with you or what?"
Lucky asked. He felt like adding a 'it's been done,' but he didn't.

Sam got up from the couch. "Lucky...I have no idea what you're talking
about...I didn't...rape you. You had sex with me out of you own free will."

"Hmm..." Lucky said, scratching the back of his head. "Funny...I can't
remember any of it."

"That's cause you were drunk," Sam said, placing her hands on her hips once
again.

"Wow...I'm gonna have to have a serious conversation with my dad about his
alcohol, because that stuff is lethal! Almost as lethal as all the drugs
you've got stashed away in that medicine cabinet of yours."

Sam stared at him, stunned. "What the ...have you been snooping in my
apartment?!"

"Yeah," Lucky said standing up again. "You know...landlord priveledge and
all...I gotta say: you've got great taste in clothes...almost as good as my
wife's...oh, but the brunette hair dye...eee..don't do it...not a good color
for you."

Sam began to turn red with fury. "How dare you! I could have you arrested! In
fact," she said walking over to the telephone. "I think I will."

Lucky nodded his head. "Go ahead...call them...while you're at it, can you
also tell them that you raped me please...thanks."

"I did not!" Sam screamed.

"What?" Lucky asked, playing dumb. "But those drugs in your cabinet - "

"Nothing happened!" She yelled.

"What?" Lucky asked, playing dumb.

"We didn't have sex!"

Lucky grinned. "Bingo," he said as he reached into his jacket pocket and
presented a tape recorder. He clicked the stop button.

Sam sighed loudly and hissed through her teeth. "I hate you."

Lucky walked over to her, their faces mere inches apart. "The feeling is
mutual, Sam. Now get the Hell out..you've got exactly 20 minutes to get all
of your stuff out of here, or I'll burn it."

Sam looked at him as if he had sprouted another arm. "Lucky...it's the middle
of the night...I have nowhere to go...I'm supposed to just leave?"

"Yeah," Lucky said flattly, turning around to walk out.

"So you mean you're not gonna call the police on me?" Sam asked sarcastically.

Lucky shrugged. "I'm still debating...I should though. God knows you're a
menace to society..I can't believe you were stupid enough to try that..."

Sam took out her suitcase and threw it on the bed. "Well, it almost worked,"
she began, her voice gettting softer by the second as she wispered under her
breath. "And your slut of a wife is still gonna get what she deserves."

"What was that?" Lucky asked. "I didn't catch that."

"Nothing," she said, looking up. "Nothing at all."

Lucky turned the knob on the front door and prepared to leave. "Just get out
Sam...just get out."
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Sam sat on the blanketless bed and stared at her barren surroundings as she
talked quietly into the receiver. "Don't worry...no I'm not through with her
yet. She has to pay for what she did to you...she will. I promise."

Chapter 66

Two hours had passed between the time Lucky had told Sam to get out and now.
Twenty minutes had long passed, but he wanted to make sure that she had time
to get out...everything out. He had nearly gone crazy during those two hours,
not calling Elizabeth and screaming into the phone: I didn't sleep with her!
But he had to make sure Sam was gone first. He wanted no trace of her. He
wanted to be able to call Elizabeth and say "She's gone, and she's never
coming back. Nothing will ever hurt us again. " He had to make sure that any
sign of the woman that had wrecked his life was obsolete. He needed to see
that before he could call his wife.

He pushed open the door and surveyed the room, amazedly she had actually
managed to get most of the little furniture she owned out of the room in
during that time.

He walked around looking at everything from the ceiling to the floor,
wondering how he had missed a physcopath right under his nose. Had he gotton
too happy? Too comfortable with his life? One of the first rules of being a
Spencer was to ALWAYS keep your eyes open.

He stopped then, in his tracks as he spotted a piece of paper on the rug next
to her bed, he bent down slowly and picked it up. He unfolded the wrinkled
paper. Whatever it was it had obviously been read many times over. Lucky sat
down on the bed as he begun to read:

Dear Sammy,
    I miss you terribly kiddo, and I'm counting down the days that I can see
my baby sister again.
    Your letters always bring a smile to my face. You are so sweet to want to
make them pay. I don't know if things between you and Lucky will work. He
seemed pretty devoted to that little bitch the last time I saw them, but I
have to believe that you will make it work.
     As for Liz, she's a pistol. You do whatever you have to do to take her
down. Sammy, never forget that she's the real reason I'm here. It's all
because of her.
    Good luck, sweetie! I hope to have a visit from you soon.
                                                                             
             With Love,
                                                                             
                Tom

Lucky took a deep breath as a shiver so cold, he litterally shook, ran up his
spine. 'Tom,' he thought. 'After everything...Tom...that bastard.' Lucky ran
out of the room, desperate to put a stop to whatever evil plot Tom had
already set in motion.
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Liz walked through the gallery, shutting off various lights as she went, and
reveling in the quiet and the beautiful pieces of work that seemed only for
her eyes at that moment. It made her think of Lucky. This was something that
she would have wanted to share with him. It was moments like these that made
her miss him even more.

She looked through one of the windows, sighing as she noticed it had began to
rain. 'Ugh,' she thought. 'Good I don't have to walk to the subway in
that...Kyle should be here soon.' Liz's thoughts were interrupted by the
phone.

She ignored it at first, the gallery was closed afterall, but by the tenth
ring she couldn't stand the incessant noise anymore. "Ughhhhh!" She grunted,
as she walked towards the phone.

"Stratford Art Gallery. May I help you?" She asked politely.

"Elizabeth!" Lucky said, his voice frantic

"Lucky?" Liz asked, surprised to hear his voice. A smile crept across her
face, but she quickly surpressed it. It had been days since they'd talked.
"What are y -"

"Elizabeth," Lucky said, cutting her off mid-sentence. "Is anyone there with
you?!"

"No," Liz answered, shaking her head. Lucky was acting as if the building was
on fire. "Lucky I'm closeing tonight. Nobody's here but me. Wha -"

"Elizabeth, I need you to do me a favor and lock all the doors ok?"

"Lucky, wha - "

"Baby," Lucky began, trying to keep calm. He knew he was scaring her. "I
swear I'll explain all of this to you in a second ok? But right now what I
need you to do is to go through the gallery real quick and make sure all the
doors and windows are locked, then I need you to come back to the phone and
let me know that everything's alright," Lucky finished, waiting for Liz's
response. None came. "Now Elizabeth!" He yelled.

"Ok, ok," Liz said softly. She new at that moment that something was terribly
wrong. She layed the receiver on the countertop.

Her eyes scanned each room carefully as she quickly walked from hall to hall,
locking all the doors. She was suddenly very afraid, and very aware that she
was in the building alone.

Liz took one final look as she made her way back towards where the phone was.
As a bolt of ligtening flashed through the room, she jumped. She was suddenly
more than anxious to hear her husband's voice. She picked up the receiver in
a panic. "Lucky?......Lucky?"

She heard nothing. Not his voice. Not a dial tone. Nothing. The silence was
louder than any sound could have been. Liz's body tensed as a lone click
broke the silence, and a hard object pressed into her back. "Good evening
Liz," Sam said, in a sickeningly sweet voice. "You won't be needing to talk
to Lucky right now, so I did you a favor and hung up on him."