OMG! Joss Is Arrested on Suspicion of Murdering Dalton — General Hospital Shocker Rocks Port Charles
Betrayal in Port Charles: The Dalton Murder Mystery Unravels
Port Charles is no stranger to political chaos, personal vendettas, or shocking twists — but nothing could have prepared the town, or its steadfast mayor Laura Collins, for the nightmare that unfolded the night she believed she’d finally earned a moment to breathe.
Fresh from a grueling re-election battle against Ezra Bole and his powerful backer, the ever-calculating Jen Sidwell, Laura stood victorious. The citizens had chosen stability, integrity, and a leader who had repeatedly put herself between Port Charles and the corruption threatening to swallow it whole. Her win should have marked a hopeful turning point.
Instead, it became the opening chapter of her darkest ordeal yet.
A Routine Drive Turns into a Horror Story
Hours after celebrating her hard-fought victory, Laura’s vehicle sputtered to a stop along a quiet stretch of road. Annoyed but undeterred, she moved to retrieve emergency flares from her trunk.
The moment she lifted the lid, everything changed.
Cramped inside the trunk — lifeless, twisted, and unmistakably dead — was Professor Henry “Hank” Dalton.
For a heartbeat, Laura could only stare, breath frozen in her chest. Dalton, the troubled academic who had recently found himself entangled in multiple Port Charles conflicts, was the last person she expected to find in her car, let alone in this horrifying state. Panic ignited through her as she fumbled for her phone, her trembling fingers barely managing to tap 911.
Her life, her reputation, her victory — all of it hung in the balance.
But the truth behind the corpse in her trunk was far more sinister than Laura could imagine.
The Murder Already in Motion
Professor Dalton’s death wasn’t random, nor was it spontaneous. His fate had been sealed earlier that day, inside the luxurious but treacherous walls of Jen Sidwell’s residence.
Dalton, drunk and panicked, had barged into Sidwell’s home ranting about the WSB closing in. To Sidwell, a man for whom loose ends were liabilities, Dalton’s unraveling became a problem too big to ignore. Without hesitation, Sidwell drew a gun and executed the professor in cold blood — a merciless decision witnessed by Britt Westbourne, whose stunned silence became yet another weight in Port Charles’ growing storm.
But Sidwell’s plans didn’t end with the murder.
A crime like this needed misdirection. Noise. Confusion.
A scapegoat.
Planting Dalton’s body in Laura Collins’ trunk wasn’t merely an attempt to frame the mayor — it was a carefully orchestrated move meant to send the town into turmoil. Yet fate, or perhaps Sidwell’s own hubris, twisted his scheme in an unexpected direction.
Because the trail he left behind didn’t point to Laura.
It pointed to someone far more vulnerable.
Nathan West Takes the Case
Detective Nathan West, newly returned from the dead and determined to reclaim his place in the PCPD with integrity, was called in to spearhead the investigation. With Dante Falconeri at his side, Nathan meticulously combed through forensic data, witness accounts, and digital footprints. But the deeper he went, the more troubling the picture became.
Every clue.
Every scrap of evidence.
Every lead.
They all pointed to one person:
Josslyn Jacks.
Her proximity to Dalton, her presence during several heated confrontations related to Rocco Falconeri’s custody, and physical evidence that seemingly tied her to the crime painted a devastating narrative — one Sidwell had designed with chilling precision.
What Nathan didn’t know was that he was walking straight into a trap.
The Arrest That Shakes Port Charles
Armed with what looked like overwhelming evidence, Nathan and Dante moved in.
Josslyn was arrested.
Dragged into the cold interrogation room of the PCPD, she fought back tears, confusion, and fear. The accusations hit her like blows: murder, conspiracy, deception.
She was innocent — and powerless to prove it.
When Carly Spencer received the news, her world shattered. Fury and fear intertwined as she stormed into the PCPD, demanding explanations, demanding justice, demanding the truth. Carly had faced threats, betrayal, and heartbreak throughout her life, but nothing compared to the horror of seeing her daughter accused of murder.
Sitting across from Joss in that bleak interrogation room, Carly saw not guilt but raw, desperate honesty.
“Mom, I swear — I didn’t do this. Someone set me up.”
Carly believed her without hesitation.
The Real Killer’s Web Begins to Unravel
As Carly launched her own counter-investigation, using every connection and every resource at her disposal, the cracks in Sidwell’s frame job began to show. The evidence was too perfect. The timeline was too clean. And the narrative was too convenient.
Gradually, the horrifying truth emerged:
Jen Sidwell had murdered Dalton
— and then constructed an elaborate false trail pointing straight to Josslyn Jacks.
His plan nearly succeeded.
Nearly.
When the truth came to light, Port Charles was shaken to its core. The idea that evidence could be so intricately manipulated, that an innocent young woman could be framed so seamlessly, sent fear rippling through the community.
Justice, it seemed, was no longer as simple as following the evidence.
Sometimes, justice required seeing through the lies.
Carly’s War — and Port Charles’ Uncertain Future
Carly’s fury became a force of nature. She had fought Sidwell before, warned Port Charles of his corruption, and now her worst fear had materialized — her daughter had become collateral damage.
But the question looming over the town was far larger:
Would Jen Sidwell ever pay for his crimes?
Or would he continue weaving his web of darkness while others suffered?
One thing was certain — Port Charles would never be the same.