Chapter Sixteen
I did not want to say goodbye to Phil or drive back to the house where Hayword and Fern would be fairly soon. Maybe I should make them come to the bungalow, and we could have it out there. No, Fern and I had had it out at the bungalow a couple of times. No need for another round there.
I pulled off to the side of the road and looked on the contacts on my phone for Katherine and Oscar or OK Studios. Nothing. I phoned our studio. Caryn answered the phone.
“Hi, Caryn,” I said. “Thanks for figuring out what was going on with that list with Phil.”
“It was shocking,” Caryn said. “Your own daughter. Jesus.”
“Yeah, I doubt Jesus had anything to do with it.”
“I heard she’s fired.”
“Did you hear why?” I asked.
“I know why,” Caryn said. “You really should not have s*x with the
