When Chloe arrived at Duster and Braun, Kelly, a petite brunette with big teeth, showed Chloe into Mr. Braun's office, and he was just as excited to see her as Kelly had been. He offered her everything Kelly had just offered seconds ago: coffee, tea, water, mints, chocolates, Kelly's lunch, a neck massage, a foot massage, a complimentary spa package. Chloe said yes to the spa package.
Mr. Braun was about her height, so a little shorter than she'd like, but she wasn't really looking for a guy at the moment. He was insanely gorgeous with crystal blue eyes, blonde perfectly combed hair with a part on the side, his teeth actually sparkled when he smiled, and his suit was perfect blue pinstripe with a simple black satin tie to match his shiny expensive shoes. If it weren't for him looking like he had one too many protein shakes, she would have found him very appealing.
"So, Mrs. Harris, you're in need of a criminal attorney?" Mr. Braun asked after all the i
She'd head to the restroom and, hopefully, run into Kendra along the way. As she stood, Detective Johnson pushed off the wall and excused himself from Madame Larsson's clutches. He made his way to Chloe before she'd gotten halfway to the door, which wasn't hard as she was stopped every couple of feet by someone giving sympathies and wondering what it'd be like to talk to a real life killer. "Hey, Chloe." Detective Johnson said when he finally reached her. He too had been mobbed but by females and guys asking ridiculous questions like, if he knew what Jonathan was wearing at the time he got shot; if his eyes were open or closed; what was his facial expression shock, anger, or betrayal; how much blood was there; or did Chloe really kill all three of them for Moulton's loot. He tried his best to be polite as he pulled away from each of them. They were after the information for new gossip, and the women also wanted to stroke his arm while they asked their silly qu
"There you are!" Kendra came rushing up to her with Kat in tow. "Hey, I'm headed to the restroom." Chloe looked over at Kat, who instantly gave her a quick hug then looked embarrassed at the act. "Thank you for coming, Kat." "Sorry for your loss and everything. Terrible. It shouldn't have happened to you. You're like the nicest person I know." Kat said. "Thank you." Chloe really did like Kat, but she did need to go to the restroom. "Kat, I love you, but I gotta pee. It's proving to be tough to get out of this room." "Oh! No worries, Chloe. Just take me with you." Chloe wasn't sure how on earth that was supposed to help her. But no sooner had Chloe thought this, and Kat started wailing and sobbing uncontrollably. Chloe looked at her like she'd lost it, and everyone around stopped what they were doing and looked aghast at the three of them. "Maybe we should get her to the
Chloe went into the living room and picked up the last couple of days worth of take-out boxes: Chinese, Pizza, Taco wrappers, and ice cream containers. She peeled a taco off the wall. And picked up a half-eaten Snickers from the armchair. So much for watching her weight, though she wasn't too far gone just yet, maybe 15 pounds heavier than she'd like. She folded her blanket after disposing of the soda bottles and beer cans and an empty bottle of wine. Yeah, she really must have been depressed, and she hadn't even noticed if depressed was even the word for it. Anxious, restless, losing her mind in the boredom that sounds more like it. Her boss had called and told her, per the CEO, probably Darren, she had the month off. Time to deal with the funeral and everything and then a couple weeks to get away and relax after. Only 70% paid, but she didn't really care she'd take it. She was almost done cleaning up and was just about to start picking up their clothes off the floo
"What time is it? Shouldn't we be getting ready to go?" Chloe asked. It felt as though that massage lasted hours. "We've still got nearly 4 hours." "Oh." "Now get up here but careful it might be slippery." Kendra had pulled the top sheet back about halfway and was sitting underneath scooted near the middle of the bed. Chloe climbed carefully up and onto the indeed slippery bed and crawled over to Kendra, who tossed the top sheet over them, so they were encased in luxury. "Oh my god!" Chloe moaned against the smooth silkiness of the satin sheets. "I know! It's so soft." Kendra stretched out flat and closed her eyes, obviously enjoying the feel of satin sheets. Chloe followed suit and slid down and under into the blissful satin pocket of delight. She lay there with her eyes closed, thinking of Detective Johnson and his light bulb offer. She might have to take him up on it
When Chloe finally made it back to the guest bedroom, Kendra had cleaned up and was fully dressed. So much for that decade's worth of sexual release, Chloe thought to herself and went off to look for a black dress. Chloe had managed to find a black dress that went to her knees. It had a swing skirt with a black satin ribbon around the hem, and the top and sleeves were lace with a satin camisole slip she wore underneath. She'd worn it once to a function for her father-in-law's car lot. She wasn't sure what it was, some kind of fundraiser, she thought. The funeral was pretty much uneventful long boring speech and prayer with the constant sobbing from Mark Harris throughout. Even though they had forgone the church service, they still had a preacher at the burial that for some reason, decided to make up for the lack of a service. Kendra sat next to Chloe in a black patchwork swing dress that made her look like she should be walking a catwalk somewhere. And how she could
After the appetizers at the car lot, Kendra and Chloe went to Screaming Brainfreeze. Chloe got Peach and Chong, and Kendra got Disco Lemonade. They sat in silence for a while and just enjoyed the drinks. "So have you decided what you're going to do yet?" Kendra asked. "No. But I'm on vacation for three more weeks. You're right, I need to live finally. I've been in a rut since I was fourteen. It's about time I got unstuck. I'm going to clean up a bit with the lawyer and stuff, then head to L.A. to Aunt Lane's." "Yup." Kendra slurped away the last of her drink. "Maybe I'll move to L.A. get far away from this shit hole. There's nothing left for me here anyway. Everyone's dead or gone." "True. That'd be awesome if you moved out there, Babe. Finally, the paint twins back in business!" "Maybe. But I do need something different." As soon as she said that
The next morning Chloe got up extra early and threw on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt Kendra had left for her so she wouldn't have to wear her Jon clothes. She was out of the house by seven and headed first to Starbucks for a white chocolate mocha, which she got with skim milk but wasn't sure if that made much of a difference. She then went to see her lawyer. She got to his office just before 8:00 a.m. and sat in her car a minute to send Kendra a text. What do you think of nude modeling? Wait, what kind of question is that for Kendra? Chloe shook her head and quickly texted Kendra: nvm She opened her door and headed into the office. Just as she was opening the door, she got a call. Really Kendra had to call her to give a response. "I said never mind," Chloe answered without looking. "Never mind?" She heard a low sexy voice that sounded very much li
Chloe cut through the park, staying just within the trees lining the edge. She jumped or fell over a fence separating the housing development from the park and school. She walked along the hedge in the next-door neighbor's backyard and darted to the door and windows looking for a way in. One of Nicki's friends had taken Geoffrey, so she didn't have to worry about him giving her away. She thought she could try the kitchen window. It was too tall, so she looked around and found a planter to stand on. It was wobbly, but she found the window was actually unlocked. She was working on lifting the window. It was so damned stiff she pushed it up from one angle and then another, and it inched little by little. "Fuck! If I weren't so getting so fat, I wouldn't need to lift it this much." Chloe growled through gritted teeth. She finally managed to get it up and wiggled in, accidentally kicking the planter over, knocking it into a rickety-looking chair, which fell