Chapter Fifteen
Rhys had driven through dawn, not even noticing the beautiful display the sun had put on as it kissed the day. All he’d seen were a pair of beautiful, haunted eyes screaming with horror. It had taken hours to talk to the media. Of course Sally had caused a scene. A big scene, which many people had noticed. The old adage of all publicity is good publicity certainly was at play last night. He’d just had to be the man to turn the bad into good.
He’d used every contact he knew and asked for every favour to be returned. He could only hope that it would work. Rhys flicked on the radio as news hour approached, and sure enough Drake’s name was a headline.
Was it a case of My Fair Lady meets Train wreck? Sally Foster, Drake Wilson’s protégé for his “education for the masses polic
