Page 15 of Wounded Dance
“Do we go on in?” I ask, my voice shaking.
“I can pummel him again,” Blitz says.
“No, no,” I say. “Isn’t he trespassing?”
“Not parked on the street,” Blitz says. “He’s wised up.”
His truck is faced away from us, but Blitz’s Ferrari is bright red and easy to spot. All Denham has to do is turn around and he’ll see us.
“What do we do?” I ask. I don’t want another confrontation, or for Blitz to hit him again. Why can’t Denham just go away?
“We call in reinforcements,” Blitz says. He presses a button on the dash screen. The sound of a phone dialing fills the car.
“Cushman and Rowe,” a female voice says. “How may I help you?”
“Alicia, this is Blitz Craven. Is Jeff around?”
“Hello, Blitz,” she says. “Let me see if he’s still in a meeting.”
The call goes quiet a moment.
“Who is this?” I ask.
“My lawyer,” Blitz says.
Alicia comes back on. “If you can hang on just a sec, he’ll pick up,” she says.
“That’s fine,” Blitz says. He reaches over and squeezes my hand. “Jeff is good. He’ll give us some sound advice.”
We wait, watching the green truck ahead of us. I can see the back of Denham’s head through his window. He hasn’t turned around, but he might notice the car in his rearview mirror eventually. It’s so flashy. I wish we had a plain car.
“He’ll see us any second,” I say.
“I’ll get a rental,” Blitz says. “Something very plain.”
I try to relax against the seat. The truck is pretty far away still. We’re a couple blocks back and under a tree. Maybe he won’t notice.
“I can back away if you want,” Blitz says. “We can park around a corner.”
I shake my head. “No, that’s okay. I want to see what he does.” I’m deathly afraid he’ll go into the academy and make a scene.
A deep male voice pipes into the car. “Blitz! To what new debauchery of yours do I owe this surprise?”
Blitz laughs. “I’m not in trouble again. Yet.”
“Only a matter of time,” Jeff says. “I’ll name my next office building after you.”
I glance over at Blitz. They find the oddest things funny.
“So I have a situation. An old flame of Livia’s spotted her on the show and now is camping out on the street in front of our dance school. You should know I did try to knock a little sense into him yesterday when he tried to grab her, but he’s come back for more of the same.”
“So you assaulted him?” I can hear the tapping of keys. I guess Jeff is taking notes.
Blitz laughs again. “We’ll call it self-defense. I don’t think that part is going to be an issue. But I don’t like that he’s keeping Livia from dancing. What are our options?”
“We can apply for a restraining order, but unfortunately, that will reveal even more data, plus it becomes public record. Right now I’m guessing the rest of the world doesn’t know who Livia is. Just this guy because he already knew her.”
“We can’t have everyone camping out here,” I say quickly. “I won’t be able to come at all.”
