Staring at Carlos' black and white portrait, Wesley ignored him, and simply asked, "Where is Carlos’ body now?"

“It's in the mourning hall, not here

James sighed with each sentence he said. In the end, he choked on his tears, lost his voice and hung his head, tears streaming down his face.

Before Wesley could ask more questions, James suddenly pointed his finger at Debbie, as if he had just noticed she was there. He shouted angrily, "You! You have some serious stones, coming here like this!" It wasn't Lost on Wesley that James had suddenly regained his voice, and became his usual rage-filled self.

"What did Carlos ever do to you? He treated you Like a queen, and you went and cheated on him while he was dying! What a stupid ho!"

Instead of responding to him, Debbie asked, “Where's Miranda?"

“What '‘Miranda'? You chose to divorce Carlos. You're not part of the family now! She's not your aunt Miranda anymore! The only reason I asked you here is because I want you to kneel in front of Carlos’ portrait and beg for his forgiveness!"

"I...chose? I chose life for the baby, not..

She paused in mid-sentence. Her cellphone suddenly rang. She was going to reject the call at first, but when she saw “Aunt Lucinda" on the caller ID, she quickly tapped the answer key.

"Debbie, where are you?

Sasha's been kidnapped! The kidnappers said that you pissed someone off. What's going on?" Lucinda's anxious voice came from the other end of the phone.

"What?" Debbie wasn't able to take in her words. At all. It was already too much for her, but troubles came at her like waves. It seemed, and this time it threatened to knock her off her feet and drag her under.

“Someone called me, and said you have to go where they tell you. Do that and Sasha's safe. Tell anyone, and they kill Sasha. Tell you what, let's meet at my house and figure out what to do next," Lucinda said worriedly.

Her eyes widening in shock, Debbie shifted her gaze to the now silent

James. She had initially wanted to have it out with James in front of

Wesley and Curtis, let them know it was James who had forced her to sign the divorce papers. But now, all the words stuck in her throat.

She knew what would happen if she said anything now.

She clenched her fist and closed her eyes in anger. Taking a deep breath to try and calm her frazzled nerves, she said, “Okay, Aunt

Lucinda. I understand. I'll be there soon."

After ending the call, she took one more look at Carlos’ portrait and whispered to Curtis, "I have to get to my aunt's. If you could stay here as a show of strength..."

“Something wrong?" Curtis asked in confusion.

Debbie looked at James again. He was calm now, gazing back at her with a meaningful look in his eyes. She turned to Curtis and said, "I don't know. So I guess you're in charge of figuring out what's up with

Carlos’ death. For now, anyway. Sorry."

Curtis wanted to go with Debbie, but he also wanted to stay here and look into Carlos' death with Wesley. Pulled in two directions, he finally decided. He directed two of the bodyguards to drive Debbie to her aunt's house.

On her way to the Murphy family's residence, Debbie looked out the window, deep in thought. She prayed Wesley and Curtis could uncover the truth. She also prayed for some good news. She could use that right about now.