Chapter 33
I took the stairs two-by-two and pushed the door open as the bells sounded. Frank was on the phone, so I went straight to my computer and logged on, eager to see that schedule.
As my computer came to life, Frank hung up and stood to stretch. “Did you get everything you need?”
“Yes. I’ve got an ID, some press passes and even a few invitations to private parties.”
“Can I ask you something?”
“Uh, huh,” I said, browsing through my email.
“What about Alana?”
“What do you mean?”
“Is she involved in this undercover operation?”
“I, um … yes. Of course.” I gave myself a mental head slap.
“Okay. Just checking.” He poured himself some coffee.
I scrolled through my email and found the message from Jan was at the top. I opened the attachment and printed it out. As I looked it over
