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“Too busy to worry about little old me,” Jada said and smiled. “What about Detective Wallace?”
“I’m not going to go into any detail, and this is the matter that needs to be set in motion.”
“I understand.”
“But Detective Wallace is going to have more important issues to deal with on the morning of trial and will be unavailable to testify.”
“Convenient.”
“That just leaves the women that were arrested,” Patrick said.
“Jenna Bobbit, Jadonna Marrin, Moriah Watts and Sheneka Solis.”
“Each of them gladly accepted our generous buyout and relocation program.”
“Yes, I know. Jenna and Sheneka are in Nassau with me, where are the other two?”
“Moriah Watts went back home to New Orleans and Jadonna Marrin is in Boston. I will verify each one’s location before we go back to court.”
“Sounds like you covered all the bases as usual, Mr. Freeman,” Jada said. “So unless you have something else for us to discuss,” Jada stood up. “I’ll be on my way.”
Patrick stood up. “I will be in touch as information becomes available, Ms. West,” he said and escorted Jada out.
When Jada got to the lobby with Mr. Nesmith, she smiled when she saw Chanté approaching.
“This certainly is a surprise,” Jada said with her arms held out to hug her.
“How are you, Jada?”
“Wonderful. What about you, Chanté?” Jada looked at her. “I can tell by the way you’re dressed, that you’re not playing some drug dealer’s gun moll.”
“No, I’m actually working as a detective, getting assigned a partner, gonna start working cases,” Chanté said.
“Really, what brought that on?”
“It was just time for a change,” Chanté said and looked over at Nesmith. “How you doing, Nesmith?”
“Fine, Ms. Chanté,” he said and continued scanning the lobby for potential threats.
“How did you know I was here?”
“I paid a guy to let me know when you go see your lawyer,” Chanté said.
Jada hugged her again. “It’s good to see you, Chanté.”
“Have you got a few minutes to talk?” Chanté asked.
“I have an appointment that I must keep,” Jada said, but she was a little more than curious about what Chanté needed to speak about privately, but definitely had an idea she'd find out soon enough. “So if you don’t mind riding with me, we can talk on the way.”
“Let’s go,” Chanté said.
Once again, Jada looped her arm in Nesmith’s, and he escorted the ladies out of the building to the limousine that was idling outside.
“This you?” Chanté asked as they approached. “What am I saying, of course this is you,” she said as the driver opened the door for the ladies.
Once they were in her limousine and Jada told the driver where to go, she turned to Chanté with a smile. She was quite sure that Chanté didn’t pay somebody just because she wanted to chitchat and catch up.
“So,” Jada crossed her leg and placed her hands on her knee. “To what do I owe the visit?”
