"Hailey Dean, Hailey Dean. That name rings a bell." He looked up at her and then lowered his glasses to peer at her over their upper rims. "Right. I remember you. I read all about you in the Post, saw you on the TV too. That nut-job lawyer almost did you in, but you got him good. Right in the head. Dentist drill, right? Man I'd like to do it to my lawyer. Made my divorce worse than the old lady did. Almost called the divorce off just to get rid of the lawyer!"
The last thing she wanted to talk about was the night she was nearly murdered. She remembered the feel of Leonard's hair, slicked back as always, when her hand, clutching the buzzing dentist drill, slammed into his temple. She never remembered actually turning the thing on.
Funny how little details like that can bug you for the longest time.
Hailey managed a smile, telling herself the security guard's heart was in the right place.
"Yep. Hailey Dean. Right in the head with a dentist drill. Wonder if the dentist used that drill again. He shoulda framed it. Right?"
Before Hailey had to come up with a response, she heard her named screeched out across the large expanse of the GNE lobby floor.
"Hailey! Hailey Dee-e-an! You made it! You're so much smaller than you look on TV! I thought you were at least five feet ten! I just love it!"
\ From" DEATH ON THE D-LIST" by Nancy Grace. Copyright ©2010 Toto Holdings, LLC. Published by Hyperion. Available wherever books are sold. All Rights Reserved.