by A'zayler
Five minutes later they were ready to go. “What should we do about him?” Jayda asked, waving a hand at his state of undress.
“Nothing,” Kim replied. She returned the phone to its hiding place in her pocket. “Let him figure out what may or may not have happened.”
They’d been careful, but taking no chances, they wiped down every available surface with cleaning wipes, which they then placed back in the bag that once again held the condom-clad cucumber. Harley almost had a heart attack when she glimpsed the wineglass that if forgotten and left behind would have been a forensic team’s dream. After rinsing away prime evidence, she pressed Grey’s fingers around the bowl, refilled it with a splash of wine, and placed it back on the nightstand. After a last look around, sure nothing was left that could be traced back to them, the women crept out of the bedroom and down the stairs. Harley turned off the outside light and unbolted the side door.
Kim turned to her. “You sure you don’t want to come with us?”
Harley shook her head. “I have to leave the way I came. Don’t worry. The car service is on the way. See you at the hotel.”
After peeking out to make sure the coast was clear, Jayda and Kim tipped out the back door as quietly and inconspicuously as they’d arrived. A short time later Harley left, too.
Once down the block, around the corner, and in the rental car, Jayda and Kim finally exhaled. The next day, as the women left the nation’s capital, hope began to bloom like cherry blossoms in spring. Until now their calls for help and cries for justice had been drowned out or ignored. Maybe the package specially delivered to his office next week would finally get the senator’s attention and get him to do the right thing.
