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him. I have no idea where he lives.”
“We could go back to the club tonight,” offered Jenny.
“That’s rather desperate, isn’t it? I mean, chasing him back to the club.” Isabel’s heart sank at the thought of doing that.
“Isabel Chapel, I’m surprised at you,” Jenny admonished. “You told me, only a few days ago, that if you didn’t do some ‘field work’ – your words not mine – then you were in danger of losing even more patients. Now you’re presented with a golden opportunity and you’re willing to let it walk away from you.”
Isabel knew she was right. She’d worked so hard and yet things seemed to be unraveling around her. Last week, two cancelled appointments; this week, three cancelled appointments. At the rate she was going, soon she wouldn’t have any clients at all. In time, the referrals would stop too. It was a small community, professionally, and it wouldn’t take long for word to get around.
“You’re right Jenny, I know you are. I just don’t think I can face going back into that club tonight to look for him.”
“I may know how to get a hold of him.”
“You know him?” Isabel placed her hands on the counter, confusion racing through her.
“Not him, but the guy he was there with last night - Barry - he’s one of my neighbors,” said Jenny, suddenly quiet.
“The guy you went skiing with a couple of times last winter?”
Nodding, Jenny stared into her coffee cup and then looked directly at Isabel. “I don’t want to scare you with what I have to tell you.”
“Scare me? What do you mean, scare me?” Isabel felt the bottom fall out of her stomach and she remembered what Jenny had said when she first came in. “You said you had something important to tell me about him?”
“Tray didn’t tell you what happened at the club last night, did he?” Jenny asked. Isabel shook her head. “Do you remember him chasing off the first guy who bought you that drink?”
Isabel nodded again. “Scott. Tray knew his girlfriend.”
“Not exactly,” said Jenny, fidgeting. “But he did know something about Scott.” Jenny recounted the story she heard from Barry, who had watched the whole scene from the dance floor.
“He put a rape drug in my drink?” Isabel grabbed the counter, nausea rolling through her. “Oh my god. And then I left the club with a man I didn’t even know.” The full implications hit her all at once.
“Barry said there’s no one you could be safer with than Tray, and Barry’s a cop.”
“Why didn’t you tell me this last night?” Isabel paced the kitchen, feeling caged-in, and turned to confront Jenny.
“I didn’t know until this morning. I ran into Barry at the bakery when I was picking up coffee. I had to tell you, but I didn’t want to alarm you. It’s over now, and it turned out all right.”
Isabel stood at the patio door looking into the back garden. Feeling unstable, she concentrated on focusing on her small piece of the world. It was a tiny garden, but she loved it; filled with daffodils in spring and hollyhock in summer. The small bush in the corner was spilling a blanket of golden and rust-colored leaves across the lawn. When she felt Jenny’s hand on her shoulder, she started to weep.
“Oh, Isabel,” said Jenny, embracing her. “I feel terrible. I took you down there and put you in danger. Listen, Barry said this has never happened there before. And Scott is well known to the police. If Tray hadn’t seem him, then Barry would’ve.”
“But what if he hadn’t?” asked Isabel, trying to stop her tears. She swiped at her cheeks and pulled away from Jenny. “What if he hadn’t?”
“Listen, Isabel. It was a rare occurrence. The good news is that you ended up with a real stand-up guy. Someone who was looking out for you right from the get go.”
Isabel shrugged and crossed the ceramic tile to her stool. She sat and took a sip of coffee, trying to calm the emotions rolling through her. “He was pretty
“We could go back to the club tonight,” offered Jenny.
“That’s rather desperate, isn’t it? I mean, chasing him back to the club.” Isabel’s heart sank at the thought of doing that.
“Isabel Chapel, I’m surprised at you,” Jenny admonished. “You told me, only a few days ago, that if you didn’t do some ‘field work’ – your words not mine – then you were in danger of losing even more patients. Now you’re presented with a golden opportunity and you’re willing to let it walk away from you.”
Isabel knew she was right. She’d worked so hard and yet things seemed to be unraveling around her. Last week, two cancelled appointments; this week, three cancelled appointments. At the rate she was going, soon she wouldn’t have any clients at all. In time, the referrals would stop too. It was a small community, professionally, and it wouldn’t take long for word to get around.
“You’re right Jenny, I know you are. I just don’t think I can face going back into that club tonight to look for him.”
“I may know how to get a hold of him.”
“You know him?” Isabel placed her hands on the counter, confusion racing through her.
“Not him, but the guy he was there with last night - Barry - he’s one of my neighbors,” said Jenny, suddenly quiet.
“The guy you went skiing with a couple of times last winter?”
Nodding, Jenny stared into her coffee cup and then looked directly at Isabel. “I don’t want to scare you with what I have to tell you.”
“Scare me? What do you mean, scare me?” Isabel felt the bottom fall out of her stomach and she remembered what Jenny had said when she first came in. “You said you had something important to tell me about him?”
“Tray didn’t tell you what happened at the club last night, did he?” Jenny asked. Isabel shook her head. “Do you remember him chasing off the first guy who bought you that drink?”
Isabel nodded again. “Scott. Tray knew his girlfriend.”
“Not exactly,” said Jenny, fidgeting. “But he did know something about Scott.” Jenny recounted the story she heard from Barry, who had watched the whole scene from the dance floor.
“He put a rape drug in my drink?” Isabel grabbed the counter, nausea rolling through her. “Oh my god. And then I left the club with a man I didn’t even know.” The full implications hit her all at once.
“Barry said there’s no one you could be safer with than Tray, and Barry’s a cop.”
“Why didn’t you tell me this last night?” Isabel paced the kitchen, feeling caged-in, and turned to confront Jenny.
“I didn’t know until this morning. I ran into Barry at the bakery when I was picking up coffee. I had to tell you, but I didn’t want to alarm you. It’s over now, and it turned out all right.”
Isabel stood at the patio door looking into the back garden. Feeling unstable, she concentrated on focusing on her small piece of the world. It was a tiny garden, but she loved it; filled with daffodils in spring and hollyhock in summer. The small bush in the corner was spilling a blanket of golden and rust-colored leaves across the lawn. When she felt Jenny’s hand on her shoulder, she started to weep.
“Oh, Isabel,” said Jenny, embracing her. “I feel terrible. I took you down there and put you in danger. Listen, Barry said this has never happened there before. And Scott is well known to the police. If Tray hadn’t seem him, then Barry would’ve.”
“But what if he hadn’t?” asked Isabel, trying to stop her tears. She swiped at her cheeks and pulled away from Jenny. “What if he hadn’t?”
“Listen, Isabel. It was a rare occurrence. The good news is that you ended up with a real stand-up guy. Someone who was looking out for you right from the get go.”
Isabel shrugged and crossed the ceramic tile to her stool. She sat and took a sip of coffee, trying to calm the emotions rolling through her. “He was pretty
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