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We had an early meeting at the attorneys’ offices the very next morning. The counselors were all dressed in high-quality designer suits and accessories that advertised their professional status. Their gold watches and pricey silky ties glinted in the early morning sun and they showed that they were ready to take on the world. The plush office furniture was more than simply a place to sit, they were a statement to all who walked through the sliding glass doors of the high-rise building at the east end of town.

A secretary came in pushing in a trolley laden with a variety of beverages a large selection of sandwiches and pastries, such as bagels, scones, muffins, and croissants, telling us we could help ourselves.
We were trying to figure out a way to clear Blue’s name. She had no alibi and unless we came up with one, the murder charges were going to stick. The only two people that knew she was innocent were the same culprits that smeared her name. Deacon still refused to own up to his crimes and Zara was standing by her man. How could I have been so wrong about her?

“Charm her,” Jordan suggested as we sat in the boardroom at the attorneys’ office.

“I’m not going to do that JC,” I grimaced and sank my teeth into a fresh bacon and cheese muffin.

“It’s legal right?” he turned to one of the legal representatives as he stuffed a donut in his mouth.

“Don’t encourage him JC,” Kyle shook his head in disagreement. “He is a married man now,” he stated, lifting a cup to take a sip as his eyes met mine.

“There has to be another way,” I combed my fingers through my still damp hair.

“Actually, there is,” Maya leaned back, tapping her chin with her index finger. “I suspected there was more going on between her and Blue, so I had both of them followed. But I don’t know if the evidence I have will be submissible,” her mouth turned down in a frown as she swiped through her iPad and slid it over to Barry. “But I think it’s enough to prove that Blue wasn’t there the night Gemma was murdered. She couldn’t have been.”

“My wife’s a genius,” Kyle winked and blew her a kiss, that she caught and held close to her chest.

I felt a pang of regret at doubting Blue and not having confronted Zara sooner. “I should have listened to her.”

“Don’t beat yourself up buddie,” Kyle tried to console me. “Believe me, it won’t get you anywhere.”

“I think we can work with this,” Barry nodded as he flipped through the device. “We might have a strong case after all. Will you be able to vouch that your security found Blue in the back alley.”

“Yes,” she answered. “I can also get them to issue a statement and show footage and more photos to back it up.”

“I think we can work with that,” he passed the device to the other attorneys. “Nice work Maya,” he smiled then went serious again. “On another note, Deacon is suing you for assault and grievous bodily harm. His collarbone was fractured after you axed him and he says it was unprovoked.”

“Unbelievable!” I exploded, along with my friends. “He had kidnapped an innocent kid!”

“We all know that,” Barry said. “I think he’s just grasping at straws right now. But I need you to let me handle this. Stay away from him because he has a restraining order against you.”

“What?!” I laughed to keep from screaming out my frustration.

“Will you all just relax? I’ve got this okay?” He raised his hands up to silence the uproar that had erupted all around him. “Can we go back to Blue, now? I’m sure we’d all love it if she posted bail today. And with this new evidence, I’m sure we shouldn’t have any trouble getting her out.”

It was almost time for lunch by the time we concluded the meeting and Maya had to go to another meeting but the guys decided to go to the bistro right around the block. The restaurant was an upscale one, which was known for its white tablecloths, delicious French cuisine, expensive wine, and an accomplished chef that was also the owner and a friend.

The hostess that greeted us took us to our usual spot on the lower terrace, which was decorated with comfortable upholstered plush seating and, as usual, the area was closed off to give us privacy.
Lunch was the usual mouthwatering dishes and crazy conversation.

“I still think you should entice the truth out of Zara,” Jordan initiated yet again. “She obviously wants to jump your bones and I think you should use that to your advantage.”

“JC please don’t start with that again,” I groaned, chewing on a piece of roast duck. “Just the thought is making me sick.”

“You don’t even have to go first base CC,” he cajoled convincingly. “Just use your wiles to coerce-”

I glanced up at him, a fork full of roast potato halfway to my mouth. “No.”

He turned to Kyle for support. “Kyle-”

“Forget it JC,” he shut him down immediately. “CC already said no. But I’m with you on this one though,” he added somewhat sheepishly as he glance at me. “Sorry.”

“It seems like he wants his wife to be stuck in a pigeon-hole,” Jordan shrugged and pretended to focus on his food. “The poor girl…”

“That’s not fair,” I scowled, pointing my fork at him.
“I know, I know…” he sighed and drooped his shoulders. “Forget what I said. It was a bad idea anyway.” He stabbed a fork into his steak and cut a small slice off. “I just think we need to do explore every avenue-”

“We have,” I cut in, then sighed. “But you’re right-not about the seduction part though…”

“Then let’s go,” Jordan said as he pushed back his chair.

I regarded him with a puzzled expression. “Where to?”

“We’re going to get answers,” he said, signaling for the bill.

Where or how we were going to get the answers was a different story altogether.

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