ask it anyway. What do you think Iâll be doing if you even try to spread that lie?â
Pearl Barnes drained her glass. âWhat do you mean?â She brushed again at the gray locks of hair that kept falling over her forehead.
âLook alive here, Pearl. I will retaliate by telling everyone the story you told me the other night. Your son-in-law, since he seems to be at the crux of your angst, will back me up, Iâm sure. Blackmailers have no backbone.â
Pearl looked around and snapped her fingers to gain their waiterâs attention. She held up her glass to indicate she wanted a refill.
âWell, that was certainly ladylike, Pearl. You really must be upset. Now, tell me what I can personally do to help you.â
âYou would jeopardize the lives of all those women and children Iâve been helping?â Pearl asked, anger ringing in her voice.
âWell, hell yes, Pearl. Do you think Iâm going to let you blackmail me and ruin my life? I donât think so. Survival of the fittest is the name of the game. You know how it is in this crazy town.â
âOh, God! Oh, God! Iâm being watched and I donât mean by my own security detail. Grant said he thought there were people watching him also. Please, Nellie, help me. Call Myra or Annie and explain my situation. And stop lying to me. I canât tolerate a liar.â
âGuess what, Pearl, I canât tolerate someone who tries to blackmail me. I think what we have here is a Mexican standoff. One more time, how can I help you?â
âYou can kill that son of a bitch Hughes who is blackmailing me, thatâs what you can do. What if he goes after my daughter and granddaughter? Iâm afraid that if I donât do what he wants, theyâre his next target. Iâll be in prison and wonât be able to help them. Please, Nellie. I didnât mean to threaten you. No, no, thatâs a lie, I did mean it because I was so desperate.â Suddenly Justice Barnes deflated like a pricked balloon. Her eyes filled with tears. âI wouldnât have said a word, Nellie. I thought if I . . . Oh, hell, I donât know what I thought. Iâm sorry. Tell the others, Myra and Annie, I didnât mean it. I was so sure . . . so sure, almost positive you . . . It doesnât matter anymore. Iâll take care of that bastard myself. Did we order, Nellie?â She looked around and seemed startled that she was sitting in a restaurant.
Nellie watched as Pearl let her gaze rake the room. When she turned back to face Nellie, her expression was set, her eyes cold and hard. âYou set me up! Damn you, Nellie, how could you do that to me? Donât tell me you donât know what Iâm talking about. Thereâs District Attorney Emery, and that jujitsu expert, and look over there, thatâs Lizzie Fox and wonder of wonders, sheâs lunching with a Post reporter. Isnât that another Post reporter sitting at the bar? Looks like old-home week. Damn you, Nellie. I thought we were friends.â A lone tear rolled down Justice Barnesâs wrinkled cheek.
Alarmed, Nellie leaned forward. The only thing she heard was âa Post reporter sitting at the bar.â Ted Robinson. In a frenzy, she started to tug at her ear. When Jack remained seated, she started to tug on both ears, hoping Harry Wong would notice. He did. Within minutes, Jack was making his third trip to the menâs room.
âJudge Easter, fancy meeting you here,â he said cheerfully. âI miss your slap downs. Court isnât the same without you. How have you been? Are you enjoying retirement?â
âJack! Nice to see you. Allow me to introduce Justice Pearl Barnes. Weâre old friends. Pearl, this good-looking young man is District Attorney Jack Emery.â
Justice Barnes held out her hand. Jack shook it and said something that sounded like, âItâs a pleasure to meet you, Justice
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