and nearly jumped out of my skin.
She stood behind me in her nightgown. I stared
at her a moment. She looked as if her cheeks had been
brushed with wet red roses.
"April, what are you doing?"
"I.., was coming to ask you how..." I held up
the camera. "How did this get on my bed?"
She smirked and walked by me into her
bedroom. I watched her crawl in under her blanket.
She patted the pillow and then looked at me. "You can thank Celia for that," she said. "Celia? I don't understand."
"Before she decided to go into advertising.
Celia was thinking of becoming an attorney. Here I
am, the daughter of an attorney, and she's more
equipped to act and sound like one. She took some
prelaw courses."
I shook my head, still confused. "I still don't
understand. Brenda. This looks like the camera David
had. It is, right?"
"Yes. It's not brain surgery, April. We tracked
down David Peet. I know the hangouts around here,
and there was no doubt in my mind he and his crew of
creeps would still be out and about. We confronted
him. and Celia carefully explained how we could go directly to the police and have him arrested for attempted rape. The very fact that he had that camera
in possession was evidence."
Brenda smiled.
"She was really very good at intimidating
David. I was even scared,' she added. "Anyway,
people like David Peet have no backbone. They can
take advantage of weaker, more vulnerable people,
but when they're up against someone with strength,