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“She’s been there for over a month and she hasn’t contacted me, she hates me.”
    Her brow creases. “Of course she doesn’t hate you.” She rubs her thumb over the back of my hand.
    “I should never have interfered; it’s my fault she’s in there.”
    “That’s not true.” She squeezes my hand. “Let’s go home.”
    I pinch the bridge of my nose. She’s been so understanding, I’ve been like a wet blanket to be around yet she’s still here. I pick up my fork and take a mouthful of the now cold fish, and grimace. “No, let’s stay and enjoy our meal.” I take a large sip of my Sauvignon Blanc.
    She places her hand over the top of my glass. “You’ll enjoy the evening much more if you feel like you’re doing something. You must still have the number of the slavery lawyer you hired for Savannah. Give him a call, maybe he can set up a visit for you.”
    Putting down my fork I push my plate away from me. I really can’t stomach cold fish. “That’s a good idea.” Taking my cell-phone out of my jacket pocket I scroll through my contacts till I find the lawyer. Checking my watch I see it’s 7:30 PM, outside office hours, I hope he takes my call.
    The phone is answered after a few rings and I’m pleased to hear a real voice, not an answering machine. After exchanging the usual pleasantries I get down to business. “I need to know that my sister is okay, I’ve got no way of contacting her. Could you liaise with the slave Compound and perhaps arrange a visit?”
    “I will try but I can’t promise any degree of success.”
    I take a sip of my wine. “I appreciate that but I’m not asking them to construct a visiting room. It must be within their capabilities to allow us to use a spare office; they can fill it with armed guards if it makes them feel more comfortable”
    I hear the lawyer sigh. “I understand your concern Mr Morrison and I promise I will do what I can. At the very least I will set up some way for her to contact you. Leave it with me and I’ll be in touch as soon as I have some news.”
    I pick up the dessert menu and glance across at Christina. She looks stunning; I haven’t been paying her enough attention recently. “Let’s have dessert and then we can go home and spend the rest of the evening making love.” We order peach cheesecake and polish off the remainder of the bottle of wine. She’s right; I feel more at ease now that I’m doing something.
     
    I’m woken by the sound of my phone ringing. Bleary eyed I fumble around on my nightstand, knocking a glass onto the floor. I eventually locate my phone and hit ‘answer’ to silence the offending noise. “Mr Morrison, it’s Adrian Briggs.” I lean up on one elbow, facing Christina and mouth to her, “It’s the lawyer.” She smiles at me before snuggling back down under the duvet.
    “I’ve just got off the phone with the manager of the Compound; you’ll be pleased to hear that I’ve been able to arrange a visit. He graciously agreed to make an exception in your case; however, you will need to be there for 10:00 AM today. Can you make that?”
    Rubbing my eyes I glance at the clock, it’s 8:45 AM, I won’t have time to shower or eat breakfast. “I’ll be there, thank you.”
    Christina looks up at me. “They agreed to a visit?”
    I quickly grab a shirt from the closet and pull on my pants. “Yes, but I’ve got to be there in just over an hour. Would you like to come along? You’ll probably have to wait in the car but we can go out for brunch afterwards. I may need some moral support.”
    She scoots out of bed to stand in front of me. “Of course I will sweetheart,” she says as she buttons my shirt.
     
    We’re in the car in five minutes flat and I floor the gas, it’s Sunday morning, the roads are empty. We pull into the Compound parking lot with five minutes to spare. After giving Christina a quick kiss I head towards the reception. There’s someone in front of me and from the sounds of things