Chapter Three“It’s worse than I thought.” Opening the door, Jerry Corry pushed Vikki back inside her small dressing room.
“What could be worse than a bushy, red-haired dwarf with one eyebrow, no neck, thin lips and perpetual halitosis?” Her body shivered beneath the floor-length jet-black kimono. “I had nightmares all weekend just trying to psych myself into being civil to the man, let alone vamp him.”
“Now you can have day mares. Kip Hallen didn’t show up this morning. Newsmaker sent an investigative reporter.” He handed her a printed business card.
“Daniel W. Falkner.” She tapped the card against her chin. “Why does that name ring a faint bell?”
“He’s the global news correspondent who won all those awards for reporting from the world’s hazard zones.”
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