Chapter Sixteen
Kate’s eyes flew open and a look of sheer terror flashed across her face. “What?” Her eyes went from Emma’s face to the phone, and back again. “What are you doing?” She screeched. Only it sounded more hoarse. As if her voice wasn’t used to working.
Emma stuffed her phone into her pocket. “I’m right, aren’t I? You’re Kaycee Starr.”
Kate stood. “Ohmygod, you have to erase that. Right now.” She held out her hand. “Give me your phone,” she said hoarsely.
“What are you talking about? You’re amazing. I should have recorded that first piece.”
Kate’s eyes grew wide. “How long have you been here?”
“Long enough to know you don’t need to be communicating with pen and paper.” Emma crossed her arms. “What’s going on?”
“Nothing. I was just taking a break.”
Emma smelled a rat. Whi
