Wilson Need Help

Solene was sitting at the kitchen table, reading a newspaper while sipping a coffee. "Good morning," she greeted us warmly.

I noted that she showed no signs of a hangover whatsoever. However, she did miss a button on her shirt. But as unusual as that was, it wasn't important.

"Wilson needs your help," I told him. "Remember that guy from Michelangelo's? He's trying to sue her."

Sebastian's eyes slid to Henley and he folded up the newspaper. "Do you have the recordings of the incident? Has Curtis tried to contact you?"

"No..." She gasped. "But I don't live at the address listed on my license! He could be looking for me. That's probably how Collin found out about it- that moron! Is it bad if it looks like I'm avoiding him?"

"We should go to the restaurant," Sebastian said. "The first thing we should do is get a copy of the surveillance video."

The color drained from Henley's face and she nodded. For the first time, she looked scared. Just as I was about to reach out for her, Sebastian pl