Chapter Twelve
Steve Asher chuckled into the phone. It was a smokey sound that sent a thrill up Katie’s spine. “Katie Bassinger. Now I remember. The Monica Selleck video. Story ‘round town is you shot it.”
Katie had long since stopped denying it. “Guilty as charged. It’s brought me fame and misfortune but yes, you found me out.”
“So your production company– it’s a new start-up? Who would I be working with– the artistic team?”
“I just got access to the building this week so there’s only me. And maybe you. I’ve got the old television studio out in the Industrial Park.”
“Oh sure, I know it. Never been inside the door, but I know where it is. What’s the studio size, two-thousand square feet?”
“Closer to three. You want to drop around and take a look?”
“You bet. How ‘bout tomorrow. Aroun
