To Catch a Thief - By Sherryl Woods Page 0,47
manager is juggling creditors, but some of them are bound to start getting impatient. Should I sell out and pay them what I can? Declare bankruptcy?” She regarded Emma despondently. “I hate this. I just hate it. If it were my mess, I’d take responsibility for it, but it’s not. I’m so furious with Bobby, I’d like to see him strung up by his toenails and left to die.”
“An interesting form of justice,” Emma said, clearly amused. “I don’t think the legal system has a provision for it, though.”
“Too bad.”
“Okay, here are the options I do see,” Emma said. “Depending on your partnership arrangement with Bobby, you might be able to distance yourself from the problem, but that could take some very tricky and time-consuming legal maneuvering.”
Gina shook her head. “As much as I would like to and even if it were perfectly legal, I can’t duck out on my responsibility to make things right if I can. A lot of our vendors are small businesses. I can’t just abandon them. And our investors gave us their money in good faith. I thought Bobby was paying them back with interest, but apparently they haven’t seen a dime.”
“It’s probably not as simple as filing for bankruptcy. Not with Bobby missing, but you could start the proceedings. It would buy some time to reorganize the business. Your investors and creditors would get their money on a timetable established by the court. It’s complicated, but I think at the same time you could sue Bobby for restitution of everything he stole.” Emma regarded her intently. “What are the odds he still has the money?”
“I have no idea. I don’t know if he stole it so he could go off to live on some Caribbean island or if he took it to pay gambling debts or if he ran off with it just for kicks.”
“Well, that doesn’t matter. We’ll sue just in case there’s anything left to get back. I have a friend, a classmate from law school, who’s practicing in New York. Since I haven’t passed the New York bar to be licensed there, he can handle things on that end. He’ll file the papers when we’re ready.”
Emma’s professional, no-nonsense approach gave Gina the first spark of hope she’d felt in days. “You really think we can straighten this out and save Café Tuscany?”
“Absolutely, if that’s what you really want.” She studied Gina with a penetrating look. “Is it?”
“Of course,” Gina said without hesitation. “Why would you even ask something like that?”
“Because you’re still here. Even with all this needing your immediate attention, you didn’t run straight back to New York after the reunion.”
“Because of Cassie’s mom and then Caleb,” Gina said, feeling oddly defensive.
“Is that all?”
“Yes.”
“The funeral was weeks ago,” Emma pointed out. “Karen’s getting back on her feet. Are you ready to go back to New York?”
When Gina started to respond, Emma held up her hand. “You don’t have to answer me now. Think about it. Something is keeping you here. Could be it’s nothing more than a delaying tactic, because you haven’t wanted to face what’s going on in New York. But that’s not like you. It could be that you’re feeling the same pull that Cassie felt, the same pull that Lauren mentions from time to time.”
“And you?” Gina asked. “Are you feeling it, too, Emma?”
“Maybe,” she admitted. “Just a little. Being here is good for Caitlyn. I can’t deny that. And Denver is a rat race for me, no question about it.”
“Then you have been thinking about staying,” Gina concluded.
“Not thinking about it, not consciously, anyway. But the possibility is just there. I can’t ignore it forever,” she said with a sigh, then shook her head. “But we’re talking about you now. I just want you to be sure you understand why you’ve stayed here, rather than go back to New York to kick butt and settle all of this weeks ago. That’s what I would have expected you to do.”
“Are you saying I’ve been acting like a coward?”
“I’m not making any judgments. You have to figure out what you really want before you make a final decision about how you want me to handle this.”
Gina nodded. “You’re right. I’ll think about it and I’ll call you before you head back to Denver.”
“Take your time. I’m actually thinking about sticking around all week.”
“Oh, really? Does Ford Hamilton have anything to do with that?”
“Don’t be ridiculous,” Emma snapped impatiently. “It’s for Caitlyn. And because this case of Sue Ellen’s