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both hands on the table. "Mr. Nimmo. I need you to do something for me right now, today."
    Nimmo looked up quickly, surprised by the urgency of her tone and the quickness of her movement. "I'll do what I can. What is it?"
    "I need you to go see Leonard. He's already back at the nursing home, I checked. Now, they've got him in assisted living. He was in independent living, but they moved him to more secure quarters because of all the trouble. I can't go see him, but you can. I need you to tell him I love him and I need you to tell him I'm going to get him out of there."
    "I'll go see him for you," Nimmo said. "And I'll do it as soon as we're finished here. But don't talk crazy about getting him out of anywhere. Even I would have trouble defending you on that one."
    Honey gave Nimmo a look to make him realize she was capable of doing just about anything at this point. She looked determined and stubborn. Her strong eyebrows arched high over hazel eyes that shined fiercely. Her nose was sleek but solid. Her jaw was firmly set. She looked determined and strong-willed. She came from a long line of stubborn women. Her proud Southern family had buried its wealth in a cotton field to hide it from the Union Army during the last year of the Civil War. Her grandmother still thought the South should have won the war.
    "What are they going to do?" she asked. "Throw me in jail? I've got news for them, especially that Gretchen. She's the one who belongs in jail for doing this to us. I'm not going to live the time I've got left without the one man who has finally made me realize how truly fulfilling life can be."
    Honey's voice cracked as she broke down and started to cry. Nimmo went around the table and gave her an extended hug. "Now, now, Honey. Don't be sad. We're going to get him back for you. Don't worry. It won't even take that long."
    "How long?"
    "A week or two, maybe a month."
    "That's too long. They'll kill him by then. Every time he gets mad about being in there and away from me they give him more drugs. That nursing home is nothing but a pill factory. They dope him up so much he doesn't know where he is. They're going to kill him."
    "Nobody's going to kill him," Nimmo tried to console her. "But why don't you think he was poisoned?"
    "He was fine when I left him yesterday morning about 11 a.m. And, if you must know, he was even a little frisky."
    "Frisky?"
    Honey looked over her glasses at the younger attorney and said, "We're not dead yet."
    "Of course, I mean, good for you . . . good for him."
    Honey laughed at his embarrassment and decided to change the topic. "You're my attorney, right?"
    "I will be as soon as you retain me."
    "Oh, yes, I almost forgot," she said as she took her checkbook out of her purse and dashed off the check. "I understand it's $5,000 for now. Is that correct?"
    "Correct," Nimmo said as he took the check.
    "Don't worry, it's good," Honey said. "As Jim Tech probably told you, I have more than enough money to get by."
    Nimmo let her continue. "So, now that you're my attorney, you can't tell anyone what I tell you, is that right?"
    "That is correct. It's called attorney-client confidentiality."
    "Fine, then let me tell you, I fully intend to rescue my Leonard from that horrible nursing home. That means it's going to be your job to keep me out of jail. That's your job anyway, isn't it?"
    Nimmo looked at her carefully and said, "Before you do that, let me go talk to him. If he's competent and he hasn't been poisoned, we might be able to keep the charges from being filed. And, since the no-contact order is based on criminal charges being filed, we can probably kill two birds with one stone."
    "How can they have two cases against me at one time?" Honey asked. "Isn't that double jeopardy?"
    "There are two kinds of law in America," Nimmo explained. "One is criminal law. That's where the state punishes people for committing crimes. The other kind of law is civil law. That's basically where people fight about money.