The rest of the day passed without another incident between Harold and Lou. Jack and Nina tried to keep the peace by keeping the two men separate, but it wasn't really working. Both continually glared at one another, almost as if they were daring the other one to say something. Both Nina and Jack were glad when they were finally left alone in the lounge room.

"Jack, if this PI has enough evidence, and I give a statement to the police, do you think I'll still have to go to court?" asked Nina.

"I don't know. I wouldn't think so, not if there's enough to put them away for good. I think it just depends on if they give a confession or not."

"I hope they do, I really don't want to see them again. I wish Tara was still my manager."

"Why don't you call her and see how she is? Maybe she's well enough to work again."

"Maybe. I hope so. I miss her so much."

"I'll be she misses you too. How many times has she said she loves working with you? And not because of the money, but because of the lovely friendship the two of you have?"

"Yeah, she did say that, didn't she? I'm going to call her tomorrow morning. But I think it's time for bed now, I'm exhausted. I'm really glad I don't have to work tomorrow."

"So am I. Harold and I are going out for a bit tomorrow, so you and Lou can chat. Maybe he can help you plan the wedding until Michelle comes again?"

"Maybe. He planned a great wedding for him and my mother after all."

Jack laughed. "I was joking Nina. But I guess, if you really want him to help, that's your choice." He kissed her. "Goodnight babe."

"Goodnight Jack." Nina stood and headed up to her bedroom.

The next morning, Nina was awake bright and early, ready to get the morning's meetings over with. She wasn't interested in talking about what had happened any more than she had too, although she knew there was no way those two men would ever admit their guilt and save her a court trial. Nina tried to forget about that though, as she finished her breakfast and called the familiar number that had really gotten her career started.

"Hello?" asked a woman on the other end of the call.

"Hi Tara, it's Nina, how are you?"

"Better now. I'm coming back to work next week, so do you want me back as your manager?"

"YES PLEASE! Sorry, but yeah, I really want you back."

"What happened?"

"Nothing..."

"Nina, I know you too well. You're hiding something. What's up?"

"You know that idiot manager that took over for you?"

"Adam?"

"Yeah, Adam. He sent me to work in an adult film, and he knew that the director of that film attacks his workers."

"He did it to you too?"

"Yes."

"I'm so sorry Nina, I swear I am."

"It isn't your fault Tara, please don't blame yourself. The police know what happened, they're going to deal with it."

"Good. That jerk doesn't deserve to be free if he's doing that to people. Adam either."

Nina smiled a little. "Thanks for backing me."

"Always. Hey, why don't you come over later? Take a break and relax? We could go out somewhere."

"That sounds great, thank you."

"Perfect, I'll set up something for us to do then. See you later."

"Bye Tara." Nina hung up, feeling a lot better.

At nine am, Nina found herself wondering down the stairs and into the living room, where Lou was reading a book. He looked up when she came in and gave her a smile. "Hey sweetheart, how are you this morning?"

"I'm alright. I just finished talking with Tara."

"How is she?"

"Good. She's going back to work next week, which means I get my manager back. And later today, the two of us are going to hang out for a while."

"That sounds wonderful. You have a good time, okay?"

"I will. But before that, I have to talk to the police," sighed Nina sadly. "I don't know if I can do it."

"You can. We'll all be here to support you."

"Are you sure that you and Harold aren't going to argue and fight again?"

"We won't. We had a disagreement, but we made up again."

"Promise me that."

"I promise sweetheart."

"You better not do it again."

"We won't."

Nina looked at her stepfather skeptically for a moment longer, but then smiled, knowing he wouldn't lie to her, and knowing that he and Harold were the best of friends, almost like she and Michelle were.