Kina
Markus Spears answered his phone on the third ring, and he sounded out of breath.
“Yeah?” he asked.
“Mr. Spears, you’re speaking to Kina Peterson. I’m phoning on behalf of Jacob Lawson.”
“Who are you?” he asked. “A reporter?”
“No, I’m the PR Manager working with him.”
“Right,” he said, and he didn’t sound happy at all.
I hoped that it was enough for him to talk to me about everything.
“Would you mind if I spoke to you about the messages that have been circulating recently? I understand that he’s slighted you in some way.”
“You’re damn right he did,” Markus said. “Don’t know if you follow the news, miss, but he’s a loose cannon.”
“Why don’t you tell me what happened?”
He snorted. “You don’t need much of anything to happen for him to lose his mind, if that’s what you’re askin
