I said, reaching for a tissue from the box on his desk to wipe my eyes. “I’ve been holed up at Bloomers ever since, working late, trying to keep my mind off Marco and Libby. I haven’t heard from Marco since that day, but I have seen Libby. She’s sporting red hair now, just like mine. Customers say they can’t tell us apart.” Dave sat back, tapping his pen on the legal pad. “Intriguing.” “I knew Libby had a plan in mind when she took over my identity, but she comes off so innocent that no one would believe me.” I glanced at my watch. “It’s been half an hour. Think you can find out now who her victim was?” Dave picked up the phone. “Considering that you were wrongfully arrested, I’m sure the prosecutor will bend over backward to be of assistance to us.” Dave placed the call to the DA, Melvin Darnell, and was put through immediately. “Mel, I’m here with my client, Abby Knight. We need some answers as to what happened this morning. Can you help?” He listened a moment, gave me a thumbs-up, then began to jot notes on his yellow pad.
