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In typical Molly form, her response went something like “Garrett’s an assface, but I’m sure he had a good reason for leaving. As for the rest, screw that lady for canceling on the best fucking party planner in Chicago. Also, that interview was genius. It’s going to end up being the best thing that could happen to you. Just you wait and see.”
By the time I trudge up my steps, I’m exhausted. I guess getting only a few hours of sleep catches up to you at some point. I flop face-first onto my bed. Sleep takes me soon after. I’m awoken by knocking again.
“Garrett?” I mumble in a sleepy voice. Opening my eyes, bright light from my one and only bedroom window is shining in my face, making me wonder what time it is. I recall getting back to my apartment around lunchtime. Looking around for a clock of any sort, I remember I dropped my purse that holds my phone inside the front door.
The knocking sounds again and then a deep voice. “Lucy. You there?”
“Coming.”
As soon as the door opens, he’s inside my apartment. “Where have you been? I’ve been trying to call you for several hours.”
I jerk my thumb in the direction of my bed. “Asleep.”
“You need to see this.” Pulling out his phone, he presses some buttons, then holds it out in front of me. It’s the video of my interview with Kip Konrad. It was a good hair day, plus my jumper was a good choice as was the light makeup. In a word, I looked okay. I stare at the screen, listening to my words. I think I’m lucky they didn’t cut too much of it out. The main ideas are there, which is good.
As soon as I’m done speaking, Kip sends it back to the studio. And there, back in the studio, is where it gets interesting. The real stars of the show, Candace Carmichael and Vince Sample comment. Candace starts by saying, “Wow. That’s an amazing story. Whoever has that necklace needs to return it to its rightful owner. Don’t you agree, Vince?”
“I’m not so sure. What if she’s lying?”
“Vince,” Candace snaps. “Did you see that woman? Does she look like she’d lie about something as important as that locket? And did you see that adorable jumper?” Looking at the camera, Candace adds, “Are jumpers coming back? Is that the new trend for fall?”
“I think we need more information, Candace. Maybe we can get…” He looks behind him. “What was her name again?”
“Lucy Locket.”
Vince frowns. “Her name is Locket and she lost her locket? That’s far-fetched as heck.”
“I believe her, and I bet our audience does too.”
“Let’s ask them.” Vince looks into the camera this time. “Send us your feedback on our FacePlace page. We’d love to hear your thoughts.”
It ends there, but for some reason, Garrett’s typing something else into his phone. “Now, look at this.”
He’s brought up the FacePlace page for the show, and I see comments, hundreds and hundreds of comments, about my story.
“Don’t pay attention to the nasty ones. Read the good ones. There are way more of those anyway.”
I start to read, scrolling down as I go. Most of them are some variation of: Someone needs to teach those rich people a lesson. They should go to jail for stealing Lucy’s destiny. One of my favorites was: I’m sick and tired of the little people getting the shaft with the cops. For once, let’s hear this real-life fairy tale end happily ever after.
Garrett takes the phone back and scrolls down. “Listen to this one, Lucy. ‘Tell Lucy she needs a civil-litigation attorney working to get your property back. Take those assholes to court. Many of the most reputable ones would work pro bono for you since this is now or will be a rather high-profile case.’”
“Wow.”
“I think this could be the catalyst to get your necklace back. Public opinion on this is going to get people like the Konigs to do the right thing.”
“The Konigs are never going to give me the necklace back.”
“Well, I think there may be a way. After I read the comment about getting a lawyer, I called a buddy of mine who does civil litigation. He said he’d like to sit down with you—hear the entire story in person.”
“Really?”
“He said he’d do it pro bono just like that person said.”
“Do you really think that will work?”
“It’s worth a try.”
Moving into my kitchen, I open my fridge and realize I still haven’t made it to the store. With my back to the man I’m starting to more than like, I ask, “Why did you leave without saying goodbye this morning?”
