surprised look crossed her face.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to…You had a piece of icing on your lip,” he said, fearing he may have offended her.
“Oh, okay, thank you.”
The car pulled up, and Song walked Brooklyn to the door and held the umbrella over her head until she got inside.
She rolled the window down and said, “Thanks again for the coffee chat. I will know for certain that you’re following me, if say…” She paused and thought for a moment. “You showed up at my apartment and escorted me to my friend’s birthday party tonight at eight o’clock sharp.” She rolled the window up and tapped on the partition alerting the driver that she was ready to leave. The driver waited a few minutes and then pulled out into traffic.
Song, distracted, let down his umbrella and stood in the rain with a smile on his face.
Hunter was in the pastry shop across the street. She had watched Song and Brooklyn from the time they exited the coffee shop. She recognized Brooklyn from some of the press events she had attended, when the governor was campaigning.
She chewed on a coffee stirrer. “Interesting,” she said to herself.
Chapter 20
Mattice and Song were standing outside the hospital room of the governor’s fiancée waiting to interview her.
The doctor opened the door. “Good afternoon, detectives, Miss Carmen would like to see you now.”
The corner table in the room was overflowing with cards and colorful bouquets of flowers.
Lydia was in the bed with a lavender goose down duvet draped over her. She placed her reading glasses and magazine on the hospital tray in front of her and gestured for Mattice and Song to have a seat. They pulled chairs from the corner and sat at the foot of the bed.
“Hello, Miss Carmen, I’m Detective Kai and this is Detective Blake. We would like to ask you a few questions.”
“Sure, by all means,” Lydia said.
“‘Do you know of anyone who would like to cause you harm?” Mattice asked.
Lydia quickly shook her head. “No, I don’t.”
“What about an ex -boyfriend, husband, or business rival?”
“No, my ex-husband remarried ten years ago. He has no ill will towards me. My ex-boyfriend and I are on speaking terms. He lives in France with his girlfriend. The fashion business is a competitive business, but I doubt that it could lead to shooting someone.”
“Have you received any angry letters or e-mails? Has one of your competitors behaved in an aggressive way?” Song said.
“No, I haven’t received any threatening or weird correspondence and no one has behaved aggressively towards me.”
“Have you seen the sketch in the paper of the assailant?” Song asked.
‘No I haven’t, I’ve been working with my design team on my new collection.”
Song retrieved a folder and pulled out three sketches; he walked over to the side of the bed and handed them to Lydia, one at a time.
She slowly studied each sketch. Frustrated, she threw down the sketches and said, “I just can’t remember anything about that night.”
Seeing she was visibly upset, Mattice picked up a pitcher of water off the table and poured her a glass.
“Thank you,” she said; her hand still shaking while she sipped the water.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to upset you,” Song said.
Lydia let out a sigh of relief. “I wish I could have been more helpful.”
“Thank you so much for your time. We hope you make a speedy recovery,” Mattice said.
Chapter 21
Brooklyn had just finished reading the children a story and they were preparing for snack time. There was a purple wheel in the classroom containing all of the student’s names. Brooklyn would spin it; the student’s name the pointer landed on would bring in treats the following day. Brooklyn glanced to the back of the room and saw a disappointed look on the face of a girl named Keisha Ward. Keisha’s mom had recently lost her job and they were now living with her aunt. Brooklyn knew Keisha didn’t have anything
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to…You had a piece of icing on your lip,” he said, fearing he may have offended her.
“Oh, okay, thank you.”
The car pulled up, and Song walked Brooklyn to the door and held the umbrella over her head until she got inside.
She rolled the window down and said, “Thanks again for the coffee chat. I will know for certain that you’re following me, if say…” She paused and thought for a moment. “You showed up at my apartment and escorted me to my friend’s birthday party tonight at eight o’clock sharp.” She rolled the window up and tapped on the partition alerting the driver that she was ready to leave. The driver waited a few minutes and then pulled out into traffic.
Song, distracted, let down his umbrella and stood in the rain with a smile on his face.
Hunter was in the pastry shop across the street. She had watched Song and Brooklyn from the time they exited the coffee shop. She recognized Brooklyn from some of the press events she had attended, when the governor was campaigning.
She chewed on a coffee stirrer. “Interesting,” she said to herself.
Chapter 20
Mattice and Song were standing outside the hospital room of the governor’s fiancée waiting to interview her.
The doctor opened the door. “Good afternoon, detectives, Miss Carmen would like to see you now.”
The corner table in the room was overflowing with cards and colorful bouquets of flowers.
Lydia was in the bed with a lavender goose down duvet draped over her. She placed her reading glasses and magazine on the hospital tray in front of her and gestured for Mattice and Song to have a seat. They pulled chairs from the corner and sat at the foot of the bed.
“Hello, Miss Carmen, I’m Detective Kai and this is Detective Blake. We would like to ask you a few questions.”
“Sure, by all means,” Lydia said.
“‘Do you know of anyone who would like to cause you harm?” Mattice asked.
Lydia quickly shook her head. “No, I don’t.”
“What about an ex -boyfriend, husband, or business rival?”
“No, my ex-husband remarried ten years ago. He has no ill will towards me. My ex-boyfriend and I are on speaking terms. He lives in France with his girlfriend. The fashion business is a competitive business, but I doubt that it could lead to shooting someone.”
“Have you received any angry letters or e-mails? Has one of your competitors behaved in an aggressive way?” Song said.
“No, I haven’t received any threatening or weird correspondence and no one has behaved aggressively towards me.”
“Have you seen the sketch in the paper of the assailant?” Song asked.
‘No I haven’t, I’ve been working with my design team on my new collection.”
Song retrieved a folder and pulled out three sketches; he walked over to the side of the bed and handed them to Lydia, one at a time.
She slowly studied each sketch. Frustrated, she threw down the sketches and said, “I just can’t remember anything about that night.”
Seeing she was visibly upset, Mattice picked up a pitcher of water off the table and poured her a glass.
“Thank you,” she said; her hand still shaking while she sipped the water.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to upset you,” Song said.
Lydia let out a sigh of relief. “I wish I could have been more helpful.”
“Thank you so much for your time. We hope you make a speedy recovery,” Mattice said.
Chapter 21
Brooklyn had just finished reading the children a story and they were preparing for snack time. There was a purple wheel in the classroom containing all of the student’s names. Brooklyn would spin it; the student’s name the pointer landed on would bring in treats the following day. Brooklyn glanced to the back of the room and saw a disappointed look on the face of a girl named Keisha Ward. Keisha’s mom had recently lost her job and they were now living with her aunt. Brooklyn knew Keisha didn’t have anything
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