Chapter Three
‘I don’t want to hear it,’ Sloan said as he marched through the newsroom looking through a stack of faxes.
Doug was hot on his heels. ‘You can’t keep her all to yourself. I’ll keep your name out of it. Just give me her number.’
‘She’s working tonight,’ Sloan said. But he knew that didn’t matter, he wasn’t giving Doug anything.
‘I know that,’ Doug said. ‘You don’t think I know that? The world will be on the edge of their seats waiting to see her perform tonight.’
Sloan dragged his eyes to his friend and wondered at Doug’s easy exaggeration. ‘Aye and she’s nervous enough about it without you hounding her.’
‘She’s nervous, did she tell you that?’
‘It’s no surprise. Last time she performed to an audience someone was removed in an ambulance. I think that would give anyone s
