time she’d actually got her bags and the car, it wasn’t so early
that she couldn’t head over to the lawyer’s and get everything
taken care of.
She already knew what she was going to do with the
money. She’d thought about five places she either volunteered
at presently or had in the past. She’d give them each five
thousand dollars. She wouldn’t feel right about taking that
money otherwise. Willford shouldn’t have left it to her.
Despite the fact that she’d hardly slept the night before, or
really any night since Jim Johnson first called her, Dallas felt
wired. She wasn’t sure what it would be like to drink fifteen
cups of coffee in a row, but she was buzzing with a nervous
energy that could probably closely approximate a caffeine
binge.
Her hands weren’t shaking, but her fingers vibrated. It was
weird. She couldn’t remember that ever happening before. She
was able to follow the GPS directions. The traffic was thick,
since it was just her luck that she’d hit it right when people
were trying to get to work. Dallas patiently navigated the car
through. She hit downtown an hour after leaving the airport,
and another half an hour of turns and bumper to bumper
traffic, more turns, she saw the high rise glass building that
apparently housed the lawyer’s office. She spent fifteen
minutes after spotting the building looking for a parking spot.
Everyone else on the road had the same idea, but she was
lucky enough to get a spot that someone was just pulling out
of.
Dallas sat in the car for a few minutes just to compose
herself before she finally got out and checked the meter. She
sighed when she realized that she had to use her credit card