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agreement. No more traveling for a while.”
    “I may have forgotten that promise.”
    Larry delivered the words in a singsong voice, and Lindsey wanted to punch him in the throat. “Don’t be an ass. We had a deal.”
    “We do have a deal, but this is a puff piece. You’ll barely have to work. Infomercial about the DEA. Interview some real folks, put together a story about how they’re restructuring to meet the changing times. They have some big event coming up.” She heard the sound of shuffling papers before he continued. “It’s the tenth National Take-Back Initiative. People bring their drugs in, like those gun turn-in programs. Cover that and make it into something.”
    “Sounds candy ass. Can’t you have someone else do it?”
    “Susan promised someone with credibility would do the story. Naturally, I thought of you.”
    Lindsey scoured his words for the hidden mine. Susan was the executive producer for Spotlight America and a network muckety-muck. A person at her level usually collected favors instead of handing them out. “Who did Susan make this promise to?”
    “I don’t know and I don’t want to know. Neither do you. The important thing is you still owe me for the fallout from General Tyson and the stunt you pulled today. You realize how difficult it is to get these politicians to come on the show after they’ve imploded all over the Internet?”
    Lindsey took a deep breath and silently counted to five before answering in an even tone. “Don’t get me started, Larry.”
    “Look, I know coming back was an adjustment, but you’re not in a combat zone anymore. Relax and enjoy some well-deserved rest.”
    “In Texas?”
    “You’ll be down there a couple of weeks, tops. Cush trip. Hell, you’ll probably spend most of it in a four-star hotel going through the dailies.”
    Maybe Larry had a point. Dallas wasn’t New York, but it wasn’t Afghanistan either. Puff pieces weren’t her thing, but adjusting to life back in first-world civilization had been harder than she’d expected. She could use a little down time. “I want to pick my own crew.”
    A few beats of silence passed, and finally Larry said, “Uh, okay. I mean sure, camera, sound—you pick.”
    “Producer?”
    “I think we’ve already got someone lined up for the spot. She already did some of the prep work, and she’s ready to leave whenever you’re up to speed.”
    Lindsey was certain she wasn’t imagining the nervous edge in Larry’s voice. “Larry, who is it?”
    “Damn, I’ve got another call coming in. I’ll have Beth call you with the details.”
    He hung up before she could get another word in, and she stared at her phone wishing she could pull back her consent. He was up to something, and she wished she knew what it was. In the meantime, she could line up the rest of her crew. She scrolled through her phone contacts until she found the number for Alice Jordan, one of the industry’s top cameramen, and she punched in her number. Alice answered on the first ring.
    “Jordan.”
    “Hey, it’s Lindsey. Put on your boots and hat and fly with me to Dallas.”
    “Hey, girl. They got you on that piece? What did they have to offer to get you to agree?”
    “You know about it already?”
    “Sure. Elaina’s been making a big deal about it. She’s been working us to death on another project so she can finish up in time to head down there.”
    Lindsey was only mildly shocked at the sound of her ex’s name. She and Elaina Beall had broken up a couple of years ago, and they’d somehow managed to avoid the awkwardness of working together since. So, Elaina was the producer who’d already been picked for the project. No wonder Larry hadn’t wanted to mention her name. He probably thought she’d come unhinged at the thought of working with Elaina for the first time since their very public power couple breakup. She wasn’t looking forward to it, and frankly, she was surprised Elaina had agreed to take the job. Elaina