Sarah had visited Powell's special events center, before most of Kansas City, stopped by occasionally, to smell the flowers or admire the artwork or lunch in the restaurant at the center, and therefore Sarah had no problem finding the small salon where the meeting was supposed to take place.
When she walked in at 6:40 p.m. the room was abuzz with voices. There were mostly females with an occasional male here and there. After a minute or two, she spotted Lorna Smith on the other side of the room and started making her way through the crowd toward her. When she came closer, she saw that Lorna was deep in conversation with a blonde in a red jacket, and she hesitated just out of the hearing range, not wanting to interrupt what looked like a fairly personal exchange. But then the blonde looked
