  &quot;I won't allow you to go see the bastard who almost gunned you down&quot;, her father seethed.
  Rita hadn't planned on informing him but she couldn't keep something like this from him. He deserved to know at least even though they really didn't see eye to eye on certain issues.
  &quot;I need to go Dad, i need to find out other things about this attack. I have a feeling that there's more to this. Please, I'll be okay. Remember, it's a police station and nothing can really go wrong there&quot;, she said.
  Lawrence sighed, there was really no arguing with his daughter especially if her mind was already made up.
  &quot;Okay, just be careful. Go with Ramirez and at the first sign of trouble, please get out of there&quot;, he said.
  &quot;I will, don't worry about me&quot;, Rita smiled.
  She left the house soon, followed closely by Ramirez and three of the security men who all wor

  Rita knew she had to tell somebody about what she heard but she didn't quite know who to tell. The issue was a very sensitive one and there was no telling what would happen if the information fell into the wrong hands.
  As she thought about it, Camille's name popped in her mind. If there was one person she could trust, it was her. She was also sure of getting good advice from her on how best to handle the case.
  Rita picked up her phone, deciding to call the woman whom she could proudly call her friend. 
  &quot;Hi Camille&quot;, Rita said, smiling into the phone.
  &quot;Oh, hello dear. How have you been?&quot;, she asked.
  &quot;I've been good. Please, I need to see you. Are you still in your friend's house&quot;, Rita said.
  &quot;Oh no, I got back to my house yesterday. Is anything the problem dear?&quot;,she asked.
  &quot;I'm afraid yes, I need to talk to you about something&

  &quot;Oh goody! That's great, that's settled then. Let's move to the number of guests we'll be inviting, personally I don't want to invite a lot of guests&quot; Theresa said.
  &quot;I agree especially with the way things have turned out these past few days, I don't really support we having a lot of guests&quot;, Rita said.
  &quot;True. So, would twenty guests be okay?&quot;.
  &quot;That sounds good, twenty it is&quot;, Rita said, crossing off the number on her jotter.
  &quot;That's settled. All we need to do now is prepare for twenty guests. I'll send out some invitations to these guests so they'll know beforehand&quot;, Theresa smiled.
  &quot;So, who are these guests? Anyone in particular?&quot;, Rita asked, tapping on her phone.
  &quot;Just some of Mateo's school friends and their parents, that's all&quot;, she said.
  &quot;Okay then. Theresa, you wouldn't believe what I saw w

&quot;I won't allow you to go see the bastard who almost gunned you down&quot;, her father seethed.
  Rita hadn't planned on informing him but she couldn't keep something like this from him. He deserved to know at least even though they really didn't see eye to eye on certain issues.
  &quot;I need to go Dad, i need to find out other things about this attack. I have a feeling that there's more to this. Please, I'll be okay. Remember, it's a police station and nothing can really go wrong there&quot;, she said.
  Lawrence sighed, there was really no arguing with his daughter especially if her mind was already made up.
  &quot;Okay, just be careful. Go with Ramirez and at the first sign of trouble, please get out of there&quot;, he said.
  &quot;I will, don't worry about me&quot;, Rita smiled.
  She left the house soon, followed closely by Ramirez and three of the security men who all wore frightening looks.
  Rita climbed the SUV while Ramirez manned the wheels. There was another 

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