"Explain what to me? There's nothing to explain; he was going to rape her, and you all were just going to watch and maybe have a go at it, too!" Her voice was starting to rise with each word. She knew she had to move. This was a firm phone and they could track her on it. She was breathing heavily again and darting glances around her apartment, half expecting to see Bob walk in from the bedroom.
"Kenna, you misunderstood the whole thing. It was just guys hanging out. I hope we aren't going to have a problem, are we?" Bob asked in a very patriarchal voice.
"Um, yeah, I think we have a major problem." Did he think she was going to believe his story of the girl wanting to be raped?
Bob's voice took on a hard edge. "What are you going to do, Kenna? You’d better think real hard about your answer. There were powerful people in that room who could destroy you."
Bob was right. The judges could easily fix any trial. The senator could put pressure on the police chief or D.A.'s office to dismiss any lawsuits against them. Actually, they could bring attempted murder charges, or maybe even murder, against her or Danielle for the hit-and-run since Chad could be dead. They had enough power to circumnavigate the judicial system to see to it that she was the one who spent time in jail. But, could she allow this to continue? Did they do this every month? She thought of all those victims, all those potential victims. Tears threatened and Kenna shook her head regaining control of herself.
"Kenna, what are you going to do?"
"Bob, I'm going to destroy you and everyone there tonight. Every minute from now on, you won't be able to think of anything but me. Am I going to report it to the police? Am I going to go to the media? Will I file a civil suit on top of a criminal one? Will I take everything you own? Just remember this. You know I'm a damn good lawyer, which means I know how to protect myself. If anything happens to me, Bob, people will still find out about you. It'll make it even worse for you. Missing body and all, after the evidence comes to light with a nice note penned by me, you will be exposed. Touch me and you'll go down. Leave me alone and then there's always a chance. You like to gamble, Bob. What are you going to bet on?" Kenna moved to her closet and pulled out her set of suitcases. "So, Bob, what are you going to do?" Kenna waited for an answer but only heard the click of the phone. Knowing she had no time left, she dialed Danielle as she carried her bags to her bedroom. She had worked so hard to live in all this luxury and now she was leaving it all behind. She was stuffing her clothes into her Louis Vuitton trunk when Danielle answered.
"Kenna, what the hell just happened?"
"Danielle, listen we don't have much time. There was this stripper and Chad was raping her in front of all the VIP's, including Bob. They were cheering him on. They were going to go next. It was going to be a gang rape. I couldn't just stand there and do nothing. I called 9-1-1. There should be a tape. I barged in and tried to stop it, but Bob just dragged this young girl out of the room. It was horrible. Anyway, Bob sent Chad after me while those bastards dragged the girl out the other door. Chad knocked me around but with your interruption didn't get a chance to do anything else."
"Shit. I mean, shit, Kenna! What are we going to do?" She heard Danielle's voice start to show evidence of her calm veneer cracking.
"Bob just called here. We both threatened each other. We gotta get out of here, and I mean now. I'm packing right now. Withdraw cash, toss your firm cell phone, and get out of town, Danielle. You have my private email, and I know no one else has it. Email me on that when you get a new address so we know how we're doing. Keep it vague until we know what's happening here." Kenna finished with her trunk and had filled a second bag with her toiletries and her family photos.
"Okay, girl. You stay safe and I'll get in touch with you. I'll pack up and leave within the next twenty minutes. Legal Sisters?"
"Always." Kenna closed the phone and tossed family heirlooms and anything meaningful into the last bag while calling for the footman. Minutes later, she had her car loaded and watched the footman disappear back into the building as she slid into the front seat.
A knock at the window elicited a scream from her throat. Chad's face was pressed against her glass window, his hand slowly rapping against the glass...
Chapter Eight
"Kenna, you up yet, dear?" asked a familiar, friendly voice.
Kenna bolted upright in bed. Sweat ran off her face as she looked around. “It was a dream. It was a dream,” she chanted to herself.
"Kenna, did you still want to go to the sales today?" June's lyrical voice floated through the door, scattering her remaining dark thoughts. Kenna jumped out of bed and started peeling off her clothes. "I'll meet you downstairs in ten!"