“Yes,” I said. “I got your text.” And twenty-seven from the guys. “Are you okay?”
She groaned. “What an awful day.”
“I know,” I ventured. “That’s what I wanted to talk to you about.”
“You and every reporter in the Tri-State area.”
“What happened?” I asked.
“You’ve got me,” she replied. “The phone calls started even before I got to work. One of the reporters from The Daily got my unlisted cell number and called at five-thirty.”
Must have been a slow news week.
Then again, the show had been getting serious publicity while still in the early phases of production. No wonder the media was so quick to glom onto such a juicy tidbit.
“Do you, um,—” I swallowed. “—know which guy they’re talking about?”
“None, as far as I know.” She read one of the headlines out loud. “It’s tabloid drivel.
