Chapter Fifty-One
Karen Wyatt walked onto the deck of her second-floor hotel room and stared at the massive rocks that jutted out of the ocean.
The tide was coming in, and waves were crashing against the rocks, spraying foam into the air before gravity pulled the waves down and sent them racing up the beach.
The white noise was calming and in tune with the peace she was feeling for the first time in a long time.
Barry was taking a shower. They’d made love again when they woke up, and it had been better than the first time when she’d been nervous and hesitant.
She’d told Barry that she hadn’t made love in years, and he’d been considerate and patient.
This morning, he didn’t have to be. Morris was right about the bicycle analogy.
Karen smiled. After all those years in hell, the universe was back in balance.
Jack Blackburn had a job Karen had arranged at a garage owned by a client whose case she had won.
The polls showed that Thomas Horan had a commanding lead on his opponent.
Just before she’d left for the coast, Audrey Packer had called to tell her that Rosemarie Cogen was under arrest and to thank her for the recording of the conversation with Rosemarie at the Westmont and her deduction about the Rodin sculpture.
Earlier in the week, she’d learned that Ellen Kaufman was going to accept a plea offer that would send her to the same prison where Karen had suffered.
The only bad news was that Frank Curtin had promoted Oscar Vanderlasky to the position of chief criminal deputy. Although that news might not be all bad. It was always better to go up against a vain and incompetent DA than one like Muriel Lujack.
Karen heard the bathroom door open, and Barry walked out. They were going to walk into town to eat at a breakfast spot Barry knew.
“Ready?” he asked.
Karen smiled. If the universe was back in balance, her life was ready to restart, and this weekend was turning into a great beginning for a new chapter.