“Do you have a question?” the lawyer asked wearily.
“What happens to the stuff in the photographs? Does Eddie get to keep that collection if he does what you want him to do? I mean, that doesn’t seem right.”
“No, ma’am, it wouldn’t be right and we won’t let it happen.” The lawyer looked at Tim, then smiled. “I guess we can jump the gun here a bit, can’t we?”
“You’re in charge,” Tim confirmed.
The lawyer rearranged his charts; a large blank sheet of paper faced outward. With courtroom dramatics, he tore off the blank sheet. Bonnie and the others beheld a mock-up of an announcement of a special exhibit at a major national museum: The Silent Victims of International Poaching, sponsored by Wilderness Warriors, Inc.
Tim got to his feet. “The museum’s been looking for a way to make a statement about consumer responsibility in the whole illegal trafficking issue. We faxed them copies of the wide-angle photographs and they saw the statement they wanted to make. No matter what happens to Edward Lobb, that room’s going to Washington. Visitors will see how much damage just one sick individual can cause. And, of course, they’ll see our name and what we’re trying to do to prevent it from happening again.”
The news was too good for Bonnie to bear in polite silence. She leapt to her feet, clapping her hands.
“We won! We won!”
The others stared at her mercilessly, but Bonnie didn’t care, even though she blushed furiously before she sat down. A little embarrassment couldn’t hurt her, not when in her mind’s eye she could see Selina’s face when she told her the good news.