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on and forget that
    they ever existed, which was what I planned to do.
    I got undressed, took a quick shower, and ordered room service.
    I had no intention of leaving the hotel for fear that I’d run into someone I didn’t
    want to see. I had a juicy filet mignon with a baked potato and a side of steamed
    broccoli. After that hearty meal, I settled down and watched an old western movie
    with Clint Eastwood. Shortly thereafter I dozed off.
    ***
    The next morning I got up and got dressed. I had no plans to
    stick around in Houston, so I got a taxi driver to take me back to the airport.
    The quicker I got out of Houston, the better. When I got to the airport, I went
    to the reservation desk and bought myself a round-trip ticket to Virginia.
    The next flight leaving was in two hours, so I had a little bit
    of time to mess around. Since I hadn’t had any time to get a bite to eat while I
    was at the hotel, I sat down at one of the cafés in the airport and ordered a breakfast
    platter with three strips of bacon, two scrambled eggs, hash browns, and two pieces
    of toast. The eggs looked really wet and uncooked, so I devoured the bacon and the
    toast and finished off my meal with a tall cup of apple juice.
    Later as I waited for my flight, I got a call from Kendra. I
    answered after the second ring. “Hello,” I said.
    “Hi, Kira. This is Kendra.”
    “How can I help you, Kendra?”
    She sighed heavily. “Kira, I have a confession to make. I tossed
    and turned all last night thinking about you.”
    “What about?” I asked, even though I knew what she was hinting
    at.
    “I haven’t been totally honest with you about why I needed you
    to come back to Houston. See, I got a call from a Houston homicide detective
    wanting to know your whereabouts. He said he was investigating a murder and you
    could probably help him. So I asked him what he needed from me, and that was when
    he told me to call you with some bogus story about me having a seller for your house
    so you would come back to the States. Now, believe me, I was reluctant to help
    him at first, but when I sat back and thought about it, I remembered back when my
    sister was murdered while some crazy guys were doing a drive-by, and no one ever
    came forward to give information so those guys could pay for what they did. So,
    you see, I felt compelled to help him. I couldn’t see doing it any other way.”
    “Look, Kendra, you don’t have to go through that whole spiel.
    I understand.”
    “No, you don’t, Kira. This was something I had to do for my sister,
    so it had nothing to do with you as a person.”
    “If it’s any consolation, Kendra, I’m OK with what you did. I
    mean, it would’ve happened sooner or later.”
    “So you forgive me?”
    “You are a’ight. Everything is cool.”
    “So when are you leaving to go back to Anguilla?”
    “In a few days. I’ve got to head back to my hometown to tie up
    a few loose ends.”
    “When are you leaving?”
    “Today. I’m at the airport as we speak.”
    “Well, you have a safe flight and make sure you call me before
    you head back to Anguilla.”
    “Will do,” I said and then hung up.

Saying Good-Bye
    W hen my plane arrived in Norfolk, I walked straight into the
    terminal with my heart beating rapidly. I was afraid that either the feds were hiding
    out somewhere in the airport waiting patiently to take me into custody for something
    really bogus, or Ricky’s people were disguised and just looking for the right opportunity
    to put a bullet in my head. I knew I would feel this way when I touched down in
    this city. It never failed.
    I remember the day I came out of Witness Protection. I was a
    complete basket case. Always looking over my shoulders, wondering who was watching
    me. I hated feeling that way. I mean, who wanted to carry that uneasy feeling with
    them every single day? Not me. I couldn’t do it. Which was why I got the hell out
    of Virginia. The quicker I paid my respects to Nikki, the faster I