Chapter 19
Tim Coulter called me early on a Wednesday morning.
“Do you have any photos available?”
“I have one with the quartet but not one by myself,” I told him.
He didn’t sound happy. “Can you get it to me today?”
“Sure,” I said. “I’ll call a messenger.”
“Great. Send them collect. We’ll pay. Talk to you later.”
I pulled out several of our promo shots and put them in an envelope. I addressed them to Tim Coulter at an address he had given me of his office in the city. Then I called a messenger service. They said they’d pick it up in a half-hour and would have it to him by noon.
Should I call Car? No, this was me. She shouldn’t be disturbed. Besides, I didn’t know what to tell her. I had just sent some photos. I didn’t even know why he wanted them.
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