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dignify the underling with an answer. Of course he would tap into surveillance. Watching people when they were unaware of a camera had proven so useful in the past. Using the remote, he flipped through the feeds until he found what he liked.
    The dressing room held three people. In a bit of chaos, the girl was thrust forward and clocked her head soundly against the standing lamp in the room. She went down like a sack of potatoes. The gunman was holding himself, and the other man in the room hovered over the prone woman.
    “Peter, get a camera up here right now. We’re going on air as soon as possible. And I’ll be reporting live the whole time.”
    The assistant ran like a gazelle on fire. Like a newsman hot on a lead. Andres closed his eyes and patted his hair. This might be his moment. The old man smirked and bit his papery lip. It was almost as if he had planned it.

Chapter 6
    What a Great Day
    S YDNEY W ANTED O UT of the building. But Gage was still here. And they were friends. Better yet, they were family. Their past cemented their bond. Officially he was a bodyguard. But the same could be said for Gage. They watched each other’s backs. And he wasn’t leaving without his friend. Which would explain why his huge body was jammed in a crazy old air conditioning duct. The police would find him soon, which might suck, if they mistook him for an accomplice. Sydney was trying not to get shot today if he could help it. He could see his friend through the slats in the vent. He needed a plan, and from the looks of things, he needed one quick.

    Andres was in full newscaster mode. It felt like heaven to be analyzing, bravely reporting the incendiary events with the experience and deft touch no one had anymore. He was running deals with other networks, pulling up pictures and information on both victims. The rock star had plenty of material for them to work with, but the girl was harder. Peter eventually tracked down her yearbook picture. Though it was dated, it would suffice. Andres even had the pleasure of calling the girl’s parents to send them his condolences on air. The mother’s breakdown was a sound bite that would chill parents for ages. As of right at this moment, all the major networks were airing Andres’ version of the events going down in a dressing room in his studio. What a great day.

    Milla looked up from the floor. Somehow this insane person knew her name. Something she’d written had set him off. Her first reaction was out and out fear. It pooled in her stomach like poison. She held her head in her hands and looked at her feet. Gage Daxson was trying to get more information out of the gunman. Maybe become his buddy? He had an angle, but on the floor, Milla couldn’t process him and the revelation that her words had hurt someone at the same time. She flipped through her blog mentally, trying to remember a moment when she’d been unkind. She’d been snarky. She’d been harsh at times, but she wrote from her heart. Coming up empty, she finally just asked the Devil’s Fart. “What column?”
    The frenzied man turned to her. “You’re making talky noises at me? Shut up!”
    Milla pushed herself to her feet. “What column cut like knives? You’re all excited about it, so you must remember it. Did you write in with a question?” She glanced at Gage who shook his head while biting his lip. Milla ignored him. Obviously he believed women should be quiet too.
    “Milla Kierce! You know her? You know her! Of course I remember the question. My girlfriend loved her column. So she wrote in a question. And Milla answered. Then everything changed.”
    Fart seemed to be cramming his shoulders into his face, his anger contorting him.
    Milla narrowed her eyes. “I know who you are. Your girlfriend wanted out of your abusive relationship. I told her she deserved so much more than living in fear. And I suggested she get your balls pickled because only an asshole hits his girlfriend.”
    She remembered that