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as he stays marginally clean, everybody will look the other way as long as they get paid. Here me?”
    “Truth.” Red stood and headed for the door. He needed to call his wife and bring her up to date. No doubt she’d have some creative ideas on how to handle the situation. Once in the hall, his hand snaked down toward his crotch and he covered his balls. He liked where they were just fine.

Chapter 4
     
    Belinda glanced at the address again and then back up at the mansion behind the gate. She and Pam had met years ago in Miami while working on a case together. Pam was a ferocious advocate for her hospice patients and had no problems challenging their case workers on their behalf. When she told Pam she was moving to Michigan to care for her dad, Pam had told her about her upcoming marriage and move to the area as well. They had kept in touch and were finally getting together.
    “Damn, Pam, you got it like this?” she murmured as she eased her car up toward the intercom.
    “Yes?” a masculine voice spoke before she could push any buttons.
    Clearing her throat she spoke, “I’m having lunch with Pam.” She paused. “I’m Belinda Moore, Pam invited me to lunch,” she said in a rush. The gate opened and she was reminded of a Disney fairytale. The elegantly landscaped yard boasted of gorgeous flower beds and beautiful shade trees that she wished she knew the name of. The bricked driveway curved around a bend and she caught sight of a beautiful fountain in front of wide steps leading to a large double door. After turning off the car, she sat mesmerized by the manicured lawn and exquisite landscaping. Adam would love this, she thought as she stepped outside the car, inhaling deeply. He had taken a job with his mentor at a landscaping company, and the last few days he’d been chatting non-stop about grass and flowers.
    Brushing the lint off her trousers, she hefted her purse up onto her shoulder and headed for the entry. Before she could knock, the door opened and a small gamine-looking man bowed slightly.
    “Hello, Ms. Moore. This way please. Ms. Pam is waiting for you.”
    “Thanks…?”
    “Brooks.”
    “Okay, Brooks, lead the way.” Belinda followed behind her escort, catching glimpses of artwork and elegant furnishings. They turned a corner and Pam stood there. Belinda released a breath. “Pam,” she said with feeling. “Your place is gorgeous. I was wondering who the hell I was coming to see. You married a prince or something?” she asked after they shared a quick embrace.
    “Yeah, sure did,” Pam said, smiling. “He’s my prince.” She waved to a sofa. “Have a seat. I wanted you to come early, a few other ladies will be joining us, but I wanted me and you to catch up first.”
    “Who? You have some friends coming for lunch?” Belinda had wondered why Pam called her last night asking her to come today; they could have easily gotten together another time.
    Pam twisted the tassel on the small throw pillow. “Actually, they are the wives of some of my husband’s friends. I met one and she was a lot of fun, and if it was just her, no problem. But… I miss home, and now my aunt and Julio’s mom are pushing for us to have a wedding reception.”
    Belinda sat back against the sofa and stared at Pam. “If you don’t want to do it, don’t. The Pam who bullied social services employees to get the best for her clients didn’t do things she didn’t think was right.”
    Pam closed her eyes and slumped in the seat. “I don’t know if it’s right or wrong… I just don’t want to be on display, you know what I mean.”
    Belinda nodded. She had never been married, but she knew how it felt to have a bunch of people staring at you, evaluating you. That had happened throughout her pregnancy. “It’s an icky feeling, you’re always nervous that you’re going to make a mistake that will forever be documented on video or file, those blasted things.”
    Pam laughed as Belinda had meant her to. “I