weâve done everything already.â
David bristled. âHey, you had the spare time on your hands, not me. I did a summer hospital placement. You were at the mall.â
âI put in a lot of hours at WKTU, too,â I countered. âOkay, fine, why donât you come early to help set up?â
âAll right, but Melodyâs coming with me, so I donât want to bring her too early.â
Melody was the latest girlfriendâa petite blonde who studied nursing. She had a sweet disposition and never challenged Davidâs opinions. She had all the makings of a futuretrophy wife if she could hang on to David, which was doubtful. He never stayed with girls more than a few months, since he always found some flaw that made them undateable. Not that I was one to talk after the sinking of the JC Suarez.
âGood show last night,â David said, startling me.
He never listened to my show, and neither did my parents. In fact, my entire familyâwith the exception of Aunt Saritaâhoped Iâd drop the radio dream and go into teaching or some other profession. Anything but radio. Too flaky.
But Iâd come to count on them not listeningâI could never be so open and comfortable on the air if I knew they were.
âI thought you never listened to the show.â
âI donât. Melody told me about it. Was that true about the roofies?â
âYeah, the storyâs true. Youâre not going to tell Mom and Dad, are you? Theyâd freak.â
ââCourse not.â He looked offended.
That was the upside of David. Iâd covered for him so many times heâd be insane to cross me.
âI donât want you to put yourself in a situation like that again, though, Gabby.â
Did I detect a note of concern? âI didnât put myself in that situation, that scumbag did.â
His eyes narrowed. âYou shouldnât have been at the club.Two underage girls would be a magnet for someone like that. Youâre lucky the other guy saw him do it. You dodged a bullet, Gabby.â
âI know. Trust me, I know.â
ON AIR
I WALKED INTO WKTU SUNDAY evening, hoping to catch a few minutes with Caballero before I went live. Although Iâd stopped in a couple of times that week, as I usually do, I kept missing him.
Olive mustâve had the night off, because Sapphire was at the front desk instead, dressed in a bright blue minidress and heels. When Iâd first met her, sheâd been a shy college student named Stephen. Now she mostly came to the station as Sapphire, a six-foot-two hoochie mama.
Sapphire looked up and smiled. âWeâre still getting emails about your last show. Have you logged in to read them?â
âYeah, I read through a bunch. Iâll quote one or two on air. Theyâre great.â My stomach warbled. âMostly.â
She gave me a sympathetic look. âThereâs always ones like that. Donât let them get to you.â
âIâm trying.â
Nasty comments about my show were part of the game. But I hadnât been prepared for the you donât know what youâre talking about, bitch ones. That was why I wanted to talk to Caballero before I went on the air. I knew that he wanted me to stay on the topic, but maybe it would be better to move into less volatile territory.
Sapphire handed me a sticky note. âSome guy keeps calling for you. Normally I wouldnât pass on his number, but he was really insistent. He claims to be the mystery guy you were talking about on the show. Says itâs important that he talk to you.â
I wanted to believe that it was Blue Eyes, but anyone could have said he was the guy whoâd helped me at the club.
I glanced down at the phone number on the hot pink Post-it. It could be one of those haters whoâd emailed. Or it could be Raul himself. I flashed back to that evil look in his eyes and shivered.
âThanks, Sapphire.â I