Tony
I don’t like the ‘accident’ backstage. Not one f*****g bit. My security guys reported Isabel Fontaine—aka Izzy, the blue-haired stage manager—was struck by a falling light.
Lights shouldn’t fall at the Bellissimo, so this is either a case of gross negligence, or deliberate sabotage. And I need to figure out which right away.
I’m headed out to my car to drive to the hospital to find out exactly what happened when Corey calls my phone.
“What’s up?”
“Hey, I just got a call from Pepper’s stage manager, Izzy. The one who was taken to the hospital.”
“Yeah? Is she okay? What happened?”
“Uh, she was headed into X-ray when she called, but listen. She wanted me to get a message to you.”
The hair on the back of my neck prickles. “What is it?” I try to keep from crushing my cell phone in
