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Authors: Dianne Harman
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ain’t got no family back in South Dakota, anyway. Read they was all killed in a fire at that old farmhouse where ya’ grew up. Terrible thing, but look at it this way, you’d never have to turn another trick. No more johns. Might be the start of a much better life. I’ll buy you some killer threads, and make an appointment with a hairdresser and a makeup artist. Yeah, Doll, this could be the beginnin’ of the very best of the rest of yer’ life. So whaddya say?”
“When will this happen and when will I get my money?”
“Have the surgery tomorrow afternoon, a little R & R, move into yer’ new digs, and then start gettin’ ya’ all gussied up. I’ll have $50,000 sent to yer’ bank account tonight. In about three weeks, I’m gonna want ya’ to meet someone and ask him for a favor. That’s it. Nothin’ hinky about it. After ya’ meet with him, you’ll get the remaining $50,000.”
She stood at the window, lost in thought. Slade got up and walked over to the refrigerator. “Doll, you do this, you be drinkin’ Cristal champagne, not this two-bit beer,” he said as he helped himself to another cold one.
Barbara turned around and faced him. “Well, there really is nothing in my old life to go back to. I might as well see what a new life will be like. Okay, I’ll do it.”
“Yer’ makin’ a good decision, Doll. I’ll be spendin’ the night. Don’t want ya’ changin’ yer’ mind. Need to make a coupla phone calls. You jes’ get comfortable. By the way, no aspirin from now on and no food or liquids after eight in the mornin’.”
He called Brad while she was in the bathroom. “I’ll be spendin’ the night here. Want ya’ to meet me at Dr. Ray James’ office about 5:00 tomorrow evenin’. He’s a plastic surgeon in Santa Monica. Ya’ can take me home after that. See ya’ then.” The next call he placed was to Darya. “Need ya’ to wire transfer $50,000 into the bank account number I’m gonna give ya’. Yer’ the big kahuna business woman, shouldn’t be any problem. Later.”
Barbara stood at the bathroom sink and looked at her reflection in the mirror. Well, no matter what the new me is going to look like on the outside, I’ll still be the old me on the inside. I hope it’s enough and I hope I’m making the right decision.
CHAPTER 12
"Mrs. Brooks," the portly female uniformed guard said, "You're free to go. Bond has been posted for you. You'll be arraigned day after tomorrow in Judge Adam's courtroom. There's a man named Jordan Kramer waiting for you in the visitors’ waiting room."
Maria walked out the holding room door and saw Jordan. He stood up and crossed the room in three long strides, holding her tightly against him for several long moments. "Maria, Maria," he whispered, "I’m so sorry. I honestly believed you wouldn't be arrested. I heard the only reason the DA did it was because of calls he got from voters who had read an article written about us in some tabloid. Let’s get out of here and go home."
She turned back to the guard. "Thanks for your kindness. I really appreciate it."
Jordan led her to the parking lot and with his remote, opened the trunk of his silver Lexus. Maria stared at it and decided that the art consulting business must be doing better than she’d thought. She was pretty sure he couldn't afford a car like this on a detective's salary.
“Did you post bail for me? I have enough money and I could have done it."
"No. I got a call from Slade Kelly, a private investigator who works for Darya. She put up the required bail in cash. He also told me he’d made arrangements to have an attorney represent you. I know of him and have no idea why he agreed to take the case. I’m really quite surprised. He's well-respected in legal circles and I was told he wasn't taking any new cases. You're going to meet with him tomorrow. There's a lot I need to know, but it can wait until then. I think it would be a good idea if you taped your conversation
“When will this happen and when will I get my money?”
“Have the surgery tomorrow afternoon, a little R & R, move into yer’ new digs, and then start gettin’ ya’ all gussied up. I’ll have $50,000 sent to yer’ bank account tonight. In about three weeks, I’m gonna want ya’ to meet someone and ask him for a favor. That’s it. Nothin’ hinky about it. After ya’ meet with him, you’ll get the remaining $50,000.”
She stood at the window, lost in thought. Slade got up and walked over to the refrigerator. “Doll, you do this, you be drinkin’ Cristal champagne, not this two-bit beer,” he said as he helped himself to another cold one.
Barbara turned around and faced him. “Well, there really is nothing in my old life to go back to. I might as well see what a new life will be like. Okay, I’ll do it.”
“Yer’ makin’ a good decision, Doll. I’ll be spendin’ the night. Don’t want ya’ changin’ yer’ mind. Need to make a coupla phone calls. You jes’ get comfortable. By the way, no aspirin from now on and no food or liquids after eight in the mornin’.”
He called Brad while she was in the bathroom. “I’ll be spendin’ the night here. Want ya’ to meet me at Dr. Ray James’ office about 5:00 tomorrow evenin’. He’s a plastic surgeon in Santa Monica. Ya’ can take me home after that. See ya’ then.” The next call he placed was to Darya. “Need ya’ to wire transfer $50,000 into the bank account number I’m gonna give ya’. Yer’ the big kahuna business woman, shouldn’t be any problem. Later.”
Barbara stood at the bathroom sink and looked at her reflection in the mirror. Well, no matter what the new me is going to look like on the outside, I’ll still be the old me on the inside. I hope it’s enough and I hope I’m making the right decision.
CHAPTER 12
"Mrs. Brooks," the portly female uniformed guard said, "You're free to go. Bond has been posted for you. You'll be arraigned day after tomorrow in Judge Adam's courtroom. There's a man named Jordan Kramer waiting for you in the visitors’ waiting room."
Maria walked out the holding room door and saw Jordan. He stood up and crossed the room in three long strides, holding her tightly against him for several long moments. "Maria, Maria," he whispered, "I’m so sorry. I honestly believed you wouldn't be arrested. I heard the only reason the DA did it was because of calls he got from voters who had read an article written about us in some tabloid. Let’s get out of here and go home."
She turned back to the guard. "Thanks for your kindness. I really appreciate it."
Jordan led her to the parking lot and with his remote, opened the trunk of his silver Lexus. Maria stared at it and decided that the art consulting business must be doing better than she’d thought. She was pretty sure he couldn't afford a car like this on a detective's salary.
“Did you post bail for me? I have enough money and I could have done it."
"No. I got a call from Slade Kelly, a private investigator who works for Darya. She put up the required bail in cash. He also told me he’d made arrangements to have an attorney represent you. I know of him and have no idea why he agreed to take the case. I’m really quite surprised. He's well-respected in legal circles and I was told he wasn't taking any new cases. You're going to meet with him tomorrow. There's a lot I need to know, but it can wait until then. I think it would be a good idea if you taped your conversation
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