“Okay, not to make this all about me, but I hope your leg thing isn’t contagious.”
“I’m sure broken legs don’t travel through the air like a virus, DiDi. I mean, you’ve got a tour coming up. You can’t have an injury.”
“Exactly. Put that out into the universe,” she said. “So, tell me what happened.”
I filled her in on everything I remembered, including the two men who helped get me out of my car.
“Miss Morgan?”
Melody stood as a uniformed officer walked into the room.
“Oh, wow, Melody Morgan,” the officer said. “I’m a huge fan.”
“Really?” Melody breathed out. “That’s so sweet.”
I rolled my eyes, which severely hurt my head, but I couldn’t believe this officer of the law was fangirling over my sister when I was here in a hospital bed.
Melody was the biggest pop star in the world right now, and with three sexy movies under her belt, solidified as one of the most popular actors. All of this adoration for her was par for the course, but I really needed the focus on me right now so we could figure out what happened.
“Ah, sorry, Miss Morgan,” the officer said to me. “I’m Officer Jenkins. Do you feel up to a few questions?”
“Sure,” I said, and Melody took her seat by the window.
Jenkins pulled out her notebook and gave me a friendly smile which actually put me at ease. “What do you remember?”
“Honestly? I’m not sure what happened. I was at the light and it turned green, when I was suddenly hit from behind, then he came at me from the side and rolled my car.”
She nodded. “Okay, that’s what the evidence shows as well. The other driver was drunk and he’s been taken into custody. We’re gathering surveillance footage as we speak.”
“What happened to my car?”
“I don’t have that information, but I’ll see what I can find out for you. I’m pretty sure the insurance company is going to total it.”
I sighed. “Poor Petunia.”
“Lordy, it’s about time you come into this century, LiLi,” Melody said with a groan. “You know I’ll buy you whatever you want.”
And she would, but I could afford my own car, so I glossed over her comment. “Oh, did anyone find my purse at the scene? It didn’t make it into the ambulance with me, so I have no ID or anything.”
“I’ll see what I can find out about that as well.” She closed her notebook and smiled again. “Do you have any questions for me?”
My first thought was,Do you know the name of the man who helped me? Is he single?But I kept it to myself. “I don’t think so.”
“Okay. I’ll see what I can find out about your personal belongings.”
“Thank you.”
She wrote down my address and phone number, then left me with my sister again.
“What am I going to do about the charity ball?” I asked, forcing back tears.
Every year my team worked with several of the Savannah fire houses to put on a charity ball to raise money for education on fire prevention, money for families of firefighters who get hurt or die in the line of duty, and general goodwill toward the community. It was my baby and I’d planned the event for the last ten years.
“We’ve got over a month, sissy,” Melody said. “You’ll probably be good to go by then.”
“I hope so. My case load, though, that’s going to be a bit harder.”
I was a lawyer and worked for one of the biggest firms in Savannah, along with representing my sister and all the legalities of her career. Melody didn’t sign anything until I looked at it. I was right in the middle of a criminal trial, defending a man I knew was innocent, which was the worst client to have. It would be a hell of a lot easier to represent him if he was guilty.
