feel an overwhelming need to protect her, to help her, to save her.”
Chad looked at me funny. “That’s pretty much it, yeah. How did you know?”
“Because I had the same reaction,” I said.
He nodded and looked back at her sleeping form. “How could anyone do that to her?”
“There are bastards out there,” I said.
Chad didn’t say anything at first. When Chad and I were partners we didn’t talk much, but we always had a comfortable silence. When he spoke, his words weren’t empty. They were full of a lot of forethought.
“I would kill him,” he said. “If he ever came within a mile of her.”
“That sounds like love to me,” I said. “And just think, I was only gone for six hours.
“And we talked nearly the whole time.”
“You mean she talked and you listened.”
Chad grinned, but kept looking at her sleeping form. “Something like that.”
“Get out of here and get some sleep, you love-struck puppy dog,” I said. “Before you propose to her in her sleep.”
“I guess I am being a little ridiculous, huh?”
I shrugged.
“This has never happened to me before,” he said.
“Welcome to love-at-first-sight,” I said. “Now go on.”
He nodded and told me to call him anytime I needed help. I said I would and practically shooed him out of my hotel room. As I locked the door behind him, I resisted the urge to look out the peephole to see if my ex-partner was hugging and kissing the door.
With Monica sleeping nearby, I did some more work on my laptop. In particular, I got the visiting hours to Chino State Prison. On a whim, mostly because the bastard was on my mind, I headed over to my ex-husband’s law firm’s website. Danny was your typical ambulance chaser. He screwed insurance companies...and anyone else, for that matter.
I broadened my search on Danny Moon, chaser of ambulances extraordinaire. His name was all over the net, usually in association with some case or another, usually a case that actually went to court. You see, Danny didn’t like to go to court. Danny was a lazy SOB, and his firm did all they could to keep cases out of court. But sometimes the negotiations went bad and cases actually did go to court. When they did, Danny and his firm actually had to do real legal work. Which generally made him grumpy as hell to be around.
Poor baby.
I next went to his Facebook page. I generally don’t go on Facebook. It’s not like I have a lot of new pictures to post, right? Anyway, I do keep an account because my daughter has one and I like to see what she’s doing. Besides, Farmville is a hoot.
No, Danny and I are not friends on Facebook; apparently, divorcing someone is also grounds for dropping them as Facebook buddies. So I guess you could say I’ve been defaced.
Anyway, Danny kept his pictures public. Maybe he didn’t know the intricacies of Facebook privacy, or maybe he didn’t care.
He should have cared.
Although his pictures were very professional, everything a respectable attorney’s pictures should be, there was one very un professional picture. Apparently Danny had been tagged at a party. And not just any party. A party at a strip joint in Riverside. And not just any party at a stripjoint , but a Grand Opening party.
Now, what was a respectable attorney doing at the grand opening of a cheesy strip club in Riverside?
I didn’t know, but I was going to find
Chad looked at me funny. “That’s pretty much it, yeah. How did you know?”
“Because I had the same reaction,” I said.
He nodded and looked back at her sleeping form. “How could anyone do that to her?”
“There are bastards out there,” I said.
Chad didn’t say anything at first. When Chad and I were partners we didn’t talk much, but we always had a comfortable silence. When he spoke, his words weren’t empty. They were full of a lot of forethought.
“I would kill him,” he said. “If he ever came within a mile of her.”
“That sounds like love to me,” I said. “And just think, I was only gone for six hours.
“And we talked nearly the whole time.”
“You mean she talked and you listened.”
Chad grinned, but kept looking at her sleeping form. “Something like that.”
“Get out of here and get some sleep, you love-struck puppy dog,” I said. “Before you propose to her in her sleep.”
“I guess I am being a little ridiculous, huh?”
I shrugged.
“This has never happened to me before,” he said.
“Welcome to love-at-first-sight,” I said. “Now go on.”
He nodded and told me to call him anytime I needed help. I said I would and practically shooed him out of my hotel room. As I locked the door behind him, I resisted the urge to look out the peephole to see if my ex-partner was hugging and kissing the door.
With Monica sleeping nearby, I did some more work on my laptop. In particular, I got the visiting hours to Chino State Prison. On a whim, mostly because the bastard was on my mind, I headed over to my ex-husband’s law firm’s website. Danny was your typical ambulance chaser. He screwed insurance companies...and anyone else, for that matter.
I broadened my search on Danny Moon, chaser of ambulances extraordinaire. His name was all over the net, usually in association with some case or another, usually a case that actually went to court. You see, Danny didn’t like to go to court. Danny was a lazy SOB, and his firm did all they could to keep cases out of court. But sometimes the negotiations went bad and cases actually did go to court. When they did, Danny and his firm actually had to do real legal work. Which generally made him grumpy as hell to be around.
Poor baby.
I next went to his Facebook page. I generally don’t go on Facebook. It’s not like I have a lot of new pictures to post, right? Anyway, I do keep an account because my daughter has one and I like to see what she’s doing. Besides, Farmville is a hoot.
No, Danny and I are not friends on Facebook; apparently, divorcing someone is also grounds for dropping them as Facebook buddies. So I guess you could say I’ve been defaced.
Anyway, Danny kept his pictures public. Maybe he didn’t know the intricacies of Facebook privacy, or maybe he didn’t care.
He should have cared.
Although his pictures were very professional, everything a respectable attorney’s pictures should be, there was one very un professional picture. Apparently Danny had been tagged at a party. And not just any party. A party at a strip joint in Riverside. And not just any party at a stripjoint , but a Grand Opening party.
Now, what was a respectable attorney doing at the grand opening of a cheesy strip club in Riverside?
I didn’t know, but I was going to find
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