Triple Threat

by Camryn King

  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 tiptoed 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 into 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.