The next morning, Frances walked to the Plaza and the cafe to begin her day. Just as she was approaching the back of the building, she was stopped by the man she had served in the cafe the day before.
“You are Felicia, and I have been watching you,” he said as he grabbed hold of her arm.
“My name is Frances, and let go of my arm!”
Suddenly, out of nowhere, Eric spun the man around and knocked him to the ground.
“Leave her alone! What do you want with her?” He shouted at the man, and clenched his fist to limit any aggression.
The man rubbed his chin, then sat up. “My name is Calvin Olin. I’ve been hired by the New York police department to track down Felicia. We had another agent in England looking for you, ma’am, but he lost you when you came here to Spain. He found some evidence of your plane flight after you were already gone.”
“But why are you here to find me?” Frances was horribly frightened at the prospect that the police were going to send her back to New York. “And how did you find me?”
“The police found a scrap of paper with a phone number in the house where your husband died, and traced it to someone who apparently got your identities for you. It didn’t take much to make him tell them your new name, and they were able to go from there. What the police need now is a deposition from you as to what you know about your husband’s family and their affairs. They have arrested his father on a variety of charges, and they need to know what you might be able to tell us of their dealings. There is no doubt that your husband’s death was self-defense. They will protect your new identity and where you are now, so that you can live a new life here in Madrid. And they will help you get the money out of your husband’s estate and insurance. Can I stand up now?”
Eric looked at Frances, and reached for Calvin’s arm to help him up. Calvin brushed off his clothes, then addressed Frances again.
“Felicia, Frances, the police really need your help. Will you spend some time with me to answer some questions and dictate your answers? Maybe this evening?”
“Okay. But I won’t have to go back to New York or face my husband’s family?”
“That’s right. You will be like you are in protective custody, even though you arranged all this yourself. We’ve been watching to see if there is any indication of the family tracing your whereabouts, and we haven’t seen anything. I think you can relax.”
Eric walked Frances to the cafe for her morning shift, holding her hand.
“Just maybe this is all over for you and we can just enjoy the summer together.” He held her briefly, then kissed her. “Should I join you tonight when you meet with Calvin?”
“I would like that very much. And thank you for being there for me. I don’t know what I would have done if you hadn’t been there.” Tears streamed down her cheeks.
“I can assure you, Ms. Frances, it will be really hard to get rid of me.” He turned back and winked at her as he walked across the Plaza to set up his easel and paints.
Hope you have all enjoyed the story of Felicia/Frances and her adventure to Madrid and a new love. You can find previous episodes of this adventure on my past Tuesday posts. I'm linking in today with Two Shoes Tuesday with the words "live" and "limit". Be sure to check out the website for what others have written!
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