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elebows.   “I should
never have kicked him out! I shouldn’t even be in Vegas! All he asked for was
the chance to explain! Six years we’ve been together and I didn’t even give him
that!” I started crying, crying so hard that it even brought out the nurturer
in Leah who handed me Kleenex and mumbled a few sympathetic words.
    “I want to call him!” I cried.
    “Sweetie, you have his phone,”
Marcus reminded me.
    “I don’t care! I just have to
hear his voice.” I snatched up my phone and dialed Anatoly’s number. I listened
to his phone ring. I had programmed a special ringtone for myself into his
phone so he would always know it was me; Wild Horses by the Rolling Stones. He
had kissed me for my efforts. As it played now the memory of that kiss came
hurling at me like a brick, knocking the breath right out of me. When his
voicemail eventually picked up I put it on speakerphone and clutched my hands
in my lap as I listened intently to the sound of his voice.
    “I’m unavailable right now. Leave
your name and phone number after the beep.”
    I swallowed my tears as the beep
sounded.   I leaned over the silent
phone and screamed, “You son of a bitch, where the fuck are you?”
    Dena clicked the phone off with a
sigh.
    “What am I going to do?” I
moaned.
    “I think there’s only one thing
we can do,” Marcus said. “We wait to see what the morning brings.”

 
    Sleep was not a possibility. I
lay in bed staring at the ceiling. I had managed to puke out most of the
alcohol which left my head a little clearer than I wanted it to be.   Dena and Marcus were sleeping…well,
probably sleeping, in the adjoining room.   Before arriving in Vegas Leah had booked a room at Hotel Noir after
“confirming” that I was staying there.   Now she had canceled that (grumbling the whole time about the hefty
last-minute cancelation fee) and Mary Ann had booked a room at Encore for the
two of them, although they hadn’t been able to get one on the same floor as
us.   Of course the fact that there
was now a record that my sister had booked a room at Hotel Noir was going to
make it even harder for me to convince anyone that the room apparently
registered under my name was never registered by me.
    At around three a.m. I gave up
and pulled myself together enough to go out. I didn’t want to wake my friends
but I couldn’t bear the idea of sitting alone in my room.
    In jeans and a tank top I went
down to the lobby with a book that I knew I wouldn’t be able to focus on and
sat down on a cushy chair that gave me full view of everyone coming and going.
Even at this hour of the night the place was bustling.
    No one seemed to be paying any
attention to me, except one redhead in a little black dress sitting about
thirty feet away from me. She seemed to be glancing over in my direction every
few minutes before returning her attention to a magazine she was reading.   Or maybe she wasn’t looking at me.
Maybe she was looking behind me toward the casino. Was I being paranoid?
    I shifted slightly in my seat and
tried not to be too obvious about examining her. Even from across the room I
could tell she was pretty with a perfect little figure.   The hot pink stilettos suggested that
she wasn’t a cop or a lesbian so my suspicions about her checking me out were
probably unfounded.   
    And then she looked up and we
locked eyes.
    Shit.
    I watched, frozen in place, as
she closed her magazine, got out of her seat and crossed the room to where I
was.   “Excuse me,” she said as soon
as she was only a few feet away.   “But are you Sophie Katz?”
    Was there any reason to say no? Again,
there was no way a cop would wear heels like that.   It would be like a lifeguard wearing chainmail. But if she
wasn’t a cop she might actually be dangerous…
    … and she might know where Anatoly is.
    “Yes,” I said after I had let way too much
time pass for my response to sound natural.   “I’m Sophie.”
    The redhead smiled and