CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
Not for the first time in recent weeks, Cory realized he'd screwed things up. He was particularly annoyed with himself about Bianca. He kept forgetting her age. He should have shut his mouth the moment he saw her discomfort, but something inside him wanted to keep on pushing; he wanted to get some justice for her.
His coffee was cold now. At least the other customers had started chatting again, bringing the painful silence to an end. Cory took out his cell phone and called the office.
‘Hey, it's Cory. Can you put me through to Mitchell, please?’
‘Mitchell Kane's phone.’
‘Hey, Mitchell, it's Cory.’
‘Nice piece on Imogen Franklin, Cory. I can't believe you discovered the body. If that doesn't boost sales, nothing will.’
Cory told him about the altercation with Tar
