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Using the hospital phone on her nightstand, she called Gracie and explained the situation. An hour later, Gracie Lambert walked into her hospital room, carrying a shopping bag in each hand.
She was a familiar and welcome sight with her nimbus of salt-and-pepper hair and eyeglasses with bright orange frames. Her demeanor could be either maternal or martial, and she could switch between the two in a heartbeat, a skill that made her an excellent producer. This morning she was in motherly mode.
“God, it’s good to see you,” she said. “We’ve been so worried. The others wanted to come with me, but I didn’t think you needed a mob scene.”
“Not this morning,” Kerra said. “But I appreciate their concern. Did you ask them about my bag?”
“Yes, and it was unanimous. After the interview was finished, we packed up all the gear and loaded it into the van. You kept your bag with you.”
Kerra had known that to be the case, but she’d clung to the faint hope that she wasn’t remembering correctly. Now, with the crew members’ verification that she’d had the bag with her, she was both disturbed and desolate.
Gracie asked, “Are you sure the hospital staff hasn’t stashed it somewhere?”
“Everything I had on me was collected in the ER and put into a plastic bag. The bag accompanied me to this room and was placed in the closet. I buzzed a nurse first thing this morning. My lips were dry, and I asked her to fetch the lip salve out of my makeup kit. No makeup kit, no shoulder bag. Everything else was there, even my ruined clothes and shoes.”
“The police must have it.”
“Two detectives from the sheriff’s office were here earlier. They questioned me for an hour, until the doctor stopped by on his rounds and ran them out. They’re coming back after lunch. In the meantime, they promised to check with the first responders, but they didn’t hold out hope that my bag would turn up. They have a log of the evidence collected from The Major’s house, and the only thing belonging to me is my coat, which was on a living room chair.”
“No Louis Vuitton.”
Kerra shook her head.
“It’s not like that thing could be easily overlooked, either,” Gracie said. “It’s huge. How much cash were you carrying?”
“Not enough to cry over.”
“Anything of real value?”
“The bag is more valuable than anything in it.”
“At least you have this.” Gracie passed Kerra her laptop. “You did leave it in the van while we were doing the interview. I gather you’ve got passwords stored for credit cards and such.”
Kerra nodded absently. Canceling the cards would be a tedious project, but far more worrisome was that if the perpetrators had her bag, they had access to her: personal things that she used every day, her calendar, phone, key ring, driver’s license and all the information on it. In essence they’d have an open gateway into her life.
“Here’s your new phone.” Gracie handed her one of the shopping bags from a local supermarket. “Not as high tech as what you’re used to, but it’ll get you through the next few days. The number showed up in the LED, so I have it. Give it an hour or more to fully charge. I also picked up some toiletries.”
“Thank you.” Kerra placed the sacks aside, too upset over the missing shoulder bag to be distracted by either the new phone or personal hygiene.
“Have you talked to your aunt?”
“Twice.” Kerra motioned toward the hospital telephone on the nightstand. “She offered to come down, but my uncle is recovering from a knee replacement. He needs her more than I do. I couldn’t ask her to abandon him just to sit here and pat my hand. I assured her that I was surrounded by caring people and that I would be fine.”
Gracie gave her a critical once-over and sat down on the corner of the bed. “Okay, enough with the brave face. How are you really? Pain meds not adequate? Or is it something in addition to your injuries that has you upset?”
Trapper. He upset her. The way he studied her without moving or speaking was upsetting. What was he looking for? It was upsetting to her that he’d come back without the sheriff’s knowledge, demanding to know if she’d seen the assailants. Her chest grew tight with foreboding each time she remembered his parting words.
But she didn’t want to share any of that with Gracie, who still didn’t know that she’d been in contact—close contact—with The Major’s son. The producer hadn’t fully forgiven her for keeping it a secret until hours before the broadcast that she was the girl in the iconic photo. Of course Gracie had been elated over the new dimension it would give the interview. If she knew about Kerra’s interaction with Trapper, she’d jump on it.
Kerra shuddered to think what his reaction would be to a media blitz with him as its topic.
In response to Gracie’s question, she confessed to feeling overwhelmed. “I’m rarely daunted by anything, but this is my second life-threatening experience.”
“That would give one pause.”
“Not just that. I get ill when I think of what could have happened to you and the crew.” She reached for the other woman’s hand and squeezed. “If you had returned for me five minutes sooner, one minute sooner, and walked in on them, you could have all been killed.”
“I won’t kid you, we talked about that among ourselves. Last night I slept in Troy’s room on the extra bed. Silly, but I didn’t want to be by myself.”
