“Brooke,” Hayword said, touching my elbow. “Phil wants you to call him ASAP.” He handed me his phone. Phil’s number was right there. I walked away from the chatter in the kitchen.
“Phil,” I said when he answered. “This is Brooke.”
“I heard you had an adventure today,” Philip said.
“I wouldn’t call it that,” I said. “It’s turning into a big pain in the ass. Can you get the police off my case?”
“I talked to Baxter,” he said. “He’s an okay guy.”
“They’re saying in the news that police think I had something to do with it,” I said. “Phil, you’ve known me forever. When have I tried to get publicity for anything?”
“You might want to get your publicist on this,” Phil said. “An hour ago, the media was singing your praises. Now they’re talking about your imminent arrest.”
“Arrest?” I must hav
