Sam looked up as Dinesh walked into his office. The poor guy had only been divorced one day, but he already looked lighter. Christmas had been hard for everyone, presumably even Ida. Now that the kids were safe, Dinesh could get on with his life. “Hey, what’s going on?” he asked.
Dinesh shot Sam a thin smile. “Well, the jerk we fired from that show, Mike Coker, last fall got into a DUI over the weekend. It seems to be dividing his fans. Bomb threats were decreasing anyway ever since we started prosecuting them, and now his fans are split about the whole driving drunk thing. I have to hope we’ll see the whole thing blow over in a month or two.”
Sam perked up. He could use some good news. “Are they divided between attacking him and finding some new targets to harass?”
“Er, no, not as such
