are the ticket sales?”
Anna looked at the piece of paper in front of
her. “As of lunchtime today there were only thirty tickets left . The newspaper’s running a story
about some of the designers, so that should help give us a full
house.”
Emily put her pen down. “We’re nearly there.
Is there anything we’ve forgotten?”
“Models?” Tess asked.
“Don’t worry,” Nicky said. “You won’t be the
only one on the catwalk. Gracie and I will be right behind you.
We’ve got another fifteen girls from the modeling school in town
helping out.”
“There’s one more thing from me.” Anna
reached for a slice of chocolate brownie. “The Bozeman Chronicle
said they could publish a couple of stories for us. One would be
about the fashion show and another about Kaylee. Are you happy for
them to do that?”
“Works for me,” Emily said. “The more people
know about Kaylee the better, and
the designer’s will be thrilled. What about you, Kate? They might
want to interview you about being Kaylee’s sister and her
donor.”
The last thing Kate wanted was to be
interviewed by a reporter. But everyone was gazing at her with such
expectant looks on their faces that she couldn’t say no. Not
without Anna wondering what was going on.
“That’s okay, I don’t mind being interviewed.
Do you need another person to help with the models’ hair and
makeup? I’m a qualified beautician.”
“That would be great,” Nicky said. “I’ll let
Mary-Liz know you can help and ask her to give you a call.”
Emily closed the spreadsheet and smiled.
“We’re on track for the best fashion show Bozeman has seen.”
Tess raised her mug to the group. “Here’s to
great friends, beautiful clothes, and no last minute
disasters.”
CHAPTER THREE
Four days later, Dan walked across the hospital
parking lot, talking on his cell phone. Mrs. Kramer had gone
missing from her nursing home again and no one could find her. She
was eighty-five years old, as sweet as apple pie, and had stage
five dementia.
Last time she’d gone for a walk they’d found her half a mile away, feeding
the chickens in front of Jake’s Hardware store. It would have been
fine if the chickens were real. The ten-inch wooden roosters hadn’t appreciated the seeds
Esme Kramer had thrown over them and neither had Jake. Until he’d
seen who’d been doing the throwing.
“Have you put a bulletin through to the radio
stations?” Dan asked.
“Already done. Someone thought they’d seen
Esme out by the McGill barn.” Colin paused, then started talking
again. “Dave just called in. He’s on his way over there now. I’ll
let you know what he finds.”
“Call her family. She might be heading back
to the ranch she grew up on. Patsy was going out there to keep an
eye on the old place in case she turned up. If you need me, you’ll have to call the Pediatric Ward at
the hospital. I’m switching my phone off.”
“Okay boss. I’ll be in contact if I hear
anything.”
Dan snapped the cover on his phone closed. It
was a little before three o’clock. At least this time Esme had gone
missing in summer and not on a cold winter’s day. She’d nearly died
of hypothermia last time she’d walked out of the dementia unit. It
had only been good luck and their tracker dogs that had found her
huddled under the bridge beside Lindley Park.
He pushed the button on the elevator and
waited. Colin was coordinating the search for Esme. He was here to
see Kaylee and if he didn’t block out what was happening back at
the office, he’d be on his phone for the next hour.
The elevator doors opened and he walked
inside.
Since her last round of chemo, Kaylee had
been getting stronger. The steroids Doctor T had prescribed seemed
to be working. She’d even managed to get out of bed yesterday and
move around the ward she’d been transferred to. Everything was
looking good for the bone marrow transplant, as long as Kate stayed
in town.
When he arrived on the