Chapter Thirteen
The next twenty-four hours were surreal. Emmy vowed to pay the hotel for the damage. The police came and listened to her spin the sad tale. The venue called, asking when the checks for the musicians, security, and local crew would be dropped off. Emmy lied, saying she’d have them in a couple of days. I’ve never canceled a concert, and I’m not going to start now. Damn you, Stash! After two hours, she stopped dialing Stash and Lani. After getting no answer every time, Emmy guessed they had dumped their old phones.
The police called the F.B.I. Two agents, Bob Townsend and Cathy Hicks, showed up. They went over the records on the operating account.
“Ms. Meacham, do you have any other accounts?”
“I have a personal account. I have several. One with White and Lyon, one with A
