CHAPTER 22
KAT REGAINED THE use of her tongue first.
“Twenty-four million what?” Kat asked.
“People on Twitter. That’s how many I can reach.”
What on earth was he talking about?
His mouth was set in a grim line as he fished his phone out, tapped the screen a few times, and slid it over to me. I peered down at it. The Twitter app was open on an account belonging to Scott Lowes. That name sounded familiar, but why?
I flipped through fuzzy thoughts. Scott Lowes… Scott Lowes… Hang on, wasn’t he one of the many, many Hollywood hotshots that Kat kept obsessing over?
“Why do you have access to Scott Lowes’s Twitter account? Are you his PA or something?”
Kat couldn’t help herself, even in the middle of such a dire situation.
“You know Scott Lowes?” she shrieked, and started fanning hersel
