Court that afternoon went by quickly. Only a couple of cases had to have full hearings, and she was relieved when Judge Cooper granted her sentencing suggestion for Coach Faulk. She decided to leave the media to Mr. Nichols and went down to the basement of the courthouse where she then snuck out the back door. It was easy to slip out the courthouse, down an alley about three feet in width, and behind the row of buildings lining Main Street. She came out in a courtyard belonging to the library and walked around the building back onto Main Street. She was now a good block past the reporters. She looked up the street to her office and saw it was clear to cross.
"Hey! You looked great on TV this afternoon!" Tammy said as soon as she walked in the door.
Kenna gave a small groan. "I was on TV?"
"Sure was. They only ran a clip of you saying, ‘No comment’ though."
"You don't think this will get much coverage, do you?" Kenna was starting to worry that Coach Faulk may be a more popular figurehead than she thought.
"Well, it'll get plenty of coverage in the state but probably not nationwide. Why?"
"No reason. Just don't like being on TV. I always think I sound strange." Kenna tried to wave it off but took note that Tammy was looking at her a little too closely now. "Well, work to do. I'll be in my office."
"Knock, Knock." Kenna looked up from her computer to find Mo leaning against the door frame. He looked amazing in a European-cut black suit that she was sure had Tammy drooling at her desk.
"Hey, what are you doing here?" She cringed when she realized how that sounded but was relieved when Mo just laughed at her.
"I came to sweep you off your feet and take you to my house to wine and dine you." Kenna couldn't stop the giggle from escaping when she noticed Tammy stop dead in the hallway behind Mo, using a file in her hand to fan herself.
"Sorry, Mo, but I have dinner plans with Will tonight. We're going to go to this new restaurant in Versailles."
"I know, that's actually why I am here. Will called me and asked me to look in on you. Last night someone attacked one of the night guards on patrol. Knocked him unconscious with a shovel. Will is staying with Naked Boot Leg tonight to make sure nothing happens to him before the Derby."
"That's horrible. When are they going to find out who's behind this and arrest them?"
"We have a lead that we turned over to the sheriff and to Will. My men caught a license plate number off a car that was speeding away last night. All we were able to find out was that the car was reported stolen in Washington, D.C., three weeks ago."
Kenna felt the blood drain from her face. She looked down and saw the file she was holding shaking. "But these attacks have been going on for longer than that."
"Yes, but the car was stolen from the long-term parking lot of the Washington Dulles International Airport. The owner told the police he'd been overseas working for the past six months. His roommate was supposed to pick up the car in the long-term lot when he got back from vacation a week later. But the car wasn't there, so the friend figured the owner had his mom pick it up and didn't bother to mention it to the owner. It could be the person responsible for these attacks. Unfortunately, the sheriff's department here doesn't have a lot of pull in D.C., and the airport isn't willing to review six months of archived video surveillance."
"Well, I'm glad there's some kind of lead to follow, at least." She looked down at her computer and at the motion in her hand. It was already five-thirty and there was no way to file it so late. She finished the notice and printed it out. She sat it on her chair to remind herself to file it in the morning when the courts were open. "Okay, I'm ready to be wined and dined."
Dinner was amazing, as always. Mo's French cook had outdone himself with the pheasant for dinner and they finished it off with chocolate mousse.
"Don't you think it's about time you tell me some about New York?" Mo asked as he scraped his spoon one more time along the side of his empty glass.
Kenna blanched. "Um, like what?"
"You know, you can trust me. You and I both know you have been avoiding telling us all something that happened up there. I can help if you need me to." He must've noticed she was close to panic because he changed the subject. "For now, though, why don't you tell me about what you would do for fun. I have been to New York many times to talk at the United Nations or to see a play on Broadway. My family has donated to the museums as well. It is a city full of activity and life."
Kenna managed a wobbly smile. "Danielle and I would regularly go to the museums. If you contributed to the Middle Eastern exhibit about a year ago at the Metropolitan Museum of Art, then we saw it!"