Drake Forever (Unrestrained 7)

I wasn't hairy, on my chest or especially my back.

"I'm sure Kate has a pic or two of me with Sophie. I'll check through our photos and send you something."

"Good. When people see your fabulous body, and compare it to the tubby hairy guy on that video, they'll see it's not you."

"I hope so..."

It was then that Kate sent me a text. I pulled out my cell and checked.

KATE: I got a letter from Wards island where the psychiatric hospital is located. It's addressed to both of us and I think it's from Lisa but there's no signature. Who else would send us something from Wards Island?

"Oh, God," I said and Lara glanced up.

"What is it?"

"Kate got a letter from Lisa."

"What? What does it say?"

I texted Kate back.

DRAKE: What did the letter say?

KATE: You'll pay. That's it. Just 'You'll pay." Drake, she's crazy.

DRAKE: She is. Don't worry. She's behind bars. All she can do is issue empty threats. Remember, we have five bodyguards on contract. They're watching the apartment and will be with us whenever we go out.

KATE: They can't protect us from crazy…

DRAKE: They will. I'll be home soon. Try not to worry. But we should give the letter to the police so they know what she's up to. I'm sure the hospital already knows.

KATE: Okay. See you soon.

I glanced up at Lara. "Apparently, Lisa sent a letter to us and wrote 'You'll pay.' That was it."

"She's nuts. I can't believe the hospital let the letter go through."

I sighed. "Maybe her family sent it?"

"Maybe. If so, it will be hard to pin it on her."

I frowned, feeling like Lisa was somehow going to win in all this.

"Don’t worry," Lara said when she saw my frown. "We'll get through this. Trust in the system."

"I do trust it. I hope that the police and jury and judge will do the right thing and convict her and put her away."

"They will," Lara said and waved her hand. "Her defense lawyers will try to throw up as much mud as they can to see if any sticks, but in the end, I'm certain she'll be convicted. They'll put away for twenty-five years or more."

"I hope so."

We spent the next half hour talking about the process that would be taking place in the case and when I'd likely be called by the prosecution as a witness. The trial was still a month away, but we wanted to be prepared to deal with the buildup and aftermath.

Finally, I got up at about one forty-five so Lara could take her time and prepare for her next client.

"I'll leave you to it," I said and stood, slipping on my jacket. "You're pretty busy for a Saturday."

"I have a client who works late all week, so this was the only time I could meet with him."