"Josh, what the hell is going on here?" Andy asked.
"Why don't you ask your photographer," he snapped.
"Because I asked you. Now come on. Give."
"Miss Kitts has also been staying in Lucasville." He spat each word out like it was a rotten piece of fish. "When she met me, I guess she recognized me and made it her business to get close to me. That way she could get the real skinny. I'll bet this thing today is so she can sell the first pictures of Josh Nelson back on a track for a big fat bunch of money."
Kristin's face was chalk white, and she clutched her camera as if it were the last item on earth. "That's not true at all, Josh. It's not. I had no idea who you were. Honestly. I - "
"Yeah, right," he interrupted. "I'll say this. You should get an award for your acting. I hope I wasn't
