Claire and Rachel looked up, shocked by the intruder. Rachel spoke first, irritated by the interruption. “I’m sorry, but we’re in the middle of something. Could this wait?”
Eve barely heard her and still staring at Claire, said. “I understand that you call yourself a Senator, that you help women in trouble. I don’t understand your title, but I am certainly in need of help. I don’t believe I can return to my home after tonight.” Eve suddenly felt a surge of euphoria. She put her arms out and raised them as if she were a runner at the finish line, her jubilation over the foreign feeling taking control. “I must sound crazy to the two of you. I sound crazy to me. But I don’t remember feeling so enriched. I think I need to talk to you tonight. Please, may I sit?”
Something about the woman intrigued Claire. She scooted herself over and reached her hand out to offer Eve a throne at their table. “My friend is correct, we are in the middle of a meeting. But we can take a few minutes for you, what’s your name?”
No sooner than Eve had joined the women’s table, the waitress came over with three scones. Hot beautiful scones that sent an aroma into the air so enticing, so perfect that all three ladies regressed to young girls instantly. They’d been thrown into a ritual, breaking bread together. A ceremony they were unaware of at the moment.
After the scone feast, they made their introductions and Eve began her story. She didn’t understand or maybe didn’t care, but she trusted both of them and told them everything. The rape, the murder of Conchita. She didn’t stop until she had it all out in the open.
“So you’re saying the police were in on the conspiracy to hide the murder?” Rachel had her reporter radar focused on the insanity of the story. “Where is this Scarsborough Meadows place? We’ll find the person in charge, maybe the police chief for that region. This can’t be all that difficult.”
Claire was concerned for Eve. “So you saw the event? Your husband, the others, they know what you saw and they just let you drive away? Honey, you might be in danger. They can’t let you go to the authorities. Where will you stay tonight?”
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