William Hannity spun around, Looked at the boy and said quite clearly, "You are no son of mine. And you," he continued, looking at his recently pummeled wife, “might want to go stay with your mother. My attorneys will be in touch soon enough." He managed to restrain Madison from beating up on his wife and further before security arrived. He helped Joanna to her feet, and then they all got their turns talking to the police.

“What the hell happened?" Heda barked when she got a good look at Joanna's face.

The blonde grimaced.

"I viciously attacked Alvin's fist with my face.

Seriously, I need to take some karate lessons or something. I didn't even slow him down."

"Alvin?!" Heda said, getting louder by the sentence.

"I'm going to kill him!"

"You'll have to break into county lock-up to do it," Edgar told her as he applied a cold compress to Joanna's face.

Joanna held his hand, keeping the compress in place. She was aching for Edgar in the worst way, and was annoyed that she was not Looking her best.

"He lost it. I mean, even I was surprised. Madison was up meeting with Mr. Hannity and then Alvin and his mother come barging in. I don't know how they found out where the deal was going down.

I tried to prevent him from going up, but he just punched me. They were already calling security, but I didn't want him screwing things up, so I followed him. I got pretty much thrown into a wall for my effort, but then Mr. Hannity just laid some serious smack down on him. Then Madison bitch slapped the wicked witch of the west."

Heda was checking out Joanna's face when the startled look came over her.

“Madison beat up Mrs. Hannity?"

"Yeah, but it was total self-defense as far as the cops are concerned."

"Well, what was the verdict?"

"You might want to ask her," Billy said, looking towards the door to the basement.

“It sounds like a ‘yes,’ but she isn't really talking.

She grabbed a bottle of wine and locked herself down there the second she got home."

Heda went over and tried the door. Yep, locked. She knocked, but got no response.

“Madison? Babe, let me in?" She didn't hear anything.

Time for plan B.

"Babe, let me in or I'll break the doorknob and come down anyway." After a moment, she heard footsteps on stairs and the door came open.

Madison's eyes were red and she was attempting to glare, but there was also a lifting of her shoulders and a slight breath of relief.

"Screw you."