Bluegrass State of Mind(51)

Thank goodness you told me to pull out all my money because my account is frozen. I assume yours is, too. Also, we are wanted! Yup, there are arrest warrants out for us. I'm having trouble figuring out what for. All I can get when I call and put on a wonderful attorney-like voice is that we are witnesses, and the police want to ask us some questions.

But, hey, maybe becoming a wanted girl will do something for my love life. This little event here has put one hell of a dent into it! Maybe I should get some leather studs and trade my Lumina for a motorcycle. Hang out with other wanted criminals at that one little hole-in-the-wall we’ve heard about from the Gebbino case!

Please let me know how you are doing. Were you able to save all your shoes? Girl, if you didn’t, I will risk jail to break back into your apartment to get them. Especially those purple Pradas!





XoXo,

Dani





Kenna was so relieved she almost started crying right there in her office. She didn’t know what made her want to cry more, that Danielle was safe or that there were so many legal difficulties arising in New York. She looked up and shook her head. These were high players with lots of resources. How could they not have found her by now? The Kentucky Bar would contact the New York Bar to get her federal test scores. Her name and social security number were listed for her job in the D.A.’s office. Her only guess was that they were monitoring her credit cards and probably didn't think she was so far out of state. They probably assumed her being close to Danielle. Taking a deep breath, Kenna hit reply.





I'm so happy to get your email! I am safe and have had no run-ins with any men in dark suits and sunglasses. But I'll be looking for them from now on. I can’t imagine why I haven’t. I've made new friends and feel relatively safe in this great town I'm in. I'll tell you all about it when we are free to do so.

Even in the midst of panic, I was able to save my shoes. But if we get through this, the purple Pradas are yours. I think you’re correct in saying there are more forces at work than we thought. I'll start doing some research as well. Maybe, between the two of us, we can gather enough evidence for when the time comes that we’re found by the police.

Let me know what you find out. Stay safe.





Love,

KVM





Kenna hit send and looked up when she heard Tammy knock at the door.

“Hey, I didn’t know if you wanted to see a potential client. There’s this walk-in who didn’t want to wait for an appointment. She said you'd have her business if you’d see her now.”

Her first client! Kenna was so excited she hit her knee against her desk as she stood up. “Have her seated in the conference room, and I'll meet her there in just a moment.”

Tammy nodded but didn’t move.

“What is it, Tammy?”

“I don’t think you should see this client. The only reason I'm back here is because she threw such a fit when I said no one was available and she demanded to see you.”

“Why wouldn’t I be available? This is my first client!”

Tammy’s head snapped up. “Because I'm trying to protect you from that demon spawn!”

Kenna felt her face quickly lose all color. “Is the client Whitney?” she all but whispered.

Tammy nodded.

“I can see why you wanted to protect me. No one should have to deal with her. But if she wants me for a lawyer, then I can at least find out what this is all about.” Kenna straightened her skirt and put on some fresh lip gloss.

Kenna walked into the conference room a couple of minutes later, her head held high and with her best attorney-client mode going. Whitney, splendid in a pale pink Dior shift dress, gracefully uncrossed her legs and stood up. Whitney held her hands out to Kenna, and when she took one, Whitney kissed each cheek.

Kenna smiled and gave elegant smooches back on each cheek. She had hobnobbed with the elite of the elite in New York. If Whitney wanted to try to play the game of who’s the biggest debutante, she was prepared to outperform Whitney if it was the last thing she did.

“Whitney, dear, so nice to see you again. That Dior is just divine, last season? I have some outfits from this season’s runway show in New York that are just to die for.” Kenna gave her hand a little squeeze and broke out in a huge smile. “Now, what can I do for you today?”

Kenna’s smile faltered just slightly when she saw the one Whitney pulled out. It was a smile, but instead of conveying warmth, it conveyed a chill with icicles attached. It was the kind of smile that made Kenna worry that she had just walked into a trap.

“Well, I have the most glorious news. But I think I need an attorney to protect myself. With this difficult situation, I just knew I had to have an attorney who understands a woman’s perspective on relationships.”