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With her suitcase and her purse by her side Tina stood outside the front gate of the house where she had been brought to. The taxi had left her alone several minutes ago, and since then she had been trying to gather up her courage to press the call button on a small speaker box attached to the gate. She peered through the tall metal gate rails. Beyond the gate was a big, two-storied sprawling estate. It was highlighted by landscape lighting. Tina thought it looked very expensive, contemporary and secluded, also having a large front yard with beautiful gardens. For a minute she doubted that she had arrived at the right house. Pursing her lips, she concluded that she would never find out whether it was the right house if she didn’t press the intercom button, so she did exactly that and waited.
”Hello?” answered a deep male voice, startling Tina.
Frowning, the blonde stood still, bewildered.
”Hellooo?” the voice called out again.
”Um, hello,” Tina spoke into the intercom. ”I’m looking for Kit Porter. I’ve been given this address as a place where she lives. My name is Ti–” she broke off all of sudden, remembering about the rule of non-disclosure of her real name. But how else would she explain to this man who she was? She looked around cautiously, then said quietly, ”My name is Tina Kennard.”
”I’m sorry, you’ve got the wrong address. Have a good night,” the man responded and disconnected.
”Fuck,” Tina ran a hand through her hair. Lifting up her sleeve, she read into the address written on her skin again. She then looked at the house number plaque and made certain for a second time that she had arrived at the correct location.
What the hell was she supposed to do now? She didn’t even have a phone to call a taxi to at least take her to some hotel to spend the night. Her face puckered as if she was going to cry. The situation she was finding herself in was utterly frustrating and made Tina feel really helpless. She honestly didn’t know what to do now, where to search for Kit, how to get in touch with Bette, where to go now. This was what she had been afraid of – that Kit wouldn’t even be there anymore. Bette had basically sent her into the unknown.