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other.
    " Crusader Of Sadness . That was when I
realised. But The Sandman …Fundamental!"
    “Yeah!”
    Kate skirted the nonsense. The cloying
superlatives which anointed rock stars and their works were too foolish for
words. She had to get back to some real work before she went mad. She pressed
the lift button to go down.
    His blue eyes met hers as the doors slid open.
    She stopped in surprise.
      "Well, are you getting in or aren't you?" Jesse Gadden asked
quietly.
    "Oh, yes. Yes, of course," she said,
feeling foolish, and stepped quickly into the otherwise empty lift. He waited.
She waited. She was admired at WSN for her ability to extemporise in almost any
situation, but for once words had dried up.
    "Second floor, ladies underwear; mezzanine
would be gents outfitting. And haberdashery, garden furniture and electrical appliances
in the basement.” Gadden paused. “It's the lobby you want, I take it."
    "Oh yes, I'm sorry." She stepped
forward to press the button for the ground floor but he got there first. Their
hands bumped. She pulled back embarrassed, and was then mortified by her own
confusion. She was behaving like a demented fan.
    The doors closed. The lift began its descent.
    "You're leaving early. You don't like
parties?" His soft Irish accent was more pronounced when he spoke than
when he sang.   He looked younger than
thirty five. Dressed now in black slacks and jacket and a black silk shirt, his
long, wavy hair was falling about his shoulders.
    "I have to go to work tomorrow," she
said. He didn't answer and she felt compelled to fill the silence. "It was
a..." She hesitated. "I enjoyed the concert," she finished
feebly.
    "More than you thought you would, I
hope."
    She looked at him.
    "I saw you on television. I heard what you
said before I went on stage. You didn’t seem to be looking forward to it very
much. A bit dismissive, I thought. I knew I'd have to be good tonight to change
your mind."
    "Well, I was just..." She stopped
again, unsure of what to say. Surely he didn't want a justification. “I was
just doing my job as an impartial observer. And there weren’t many out there
tonight.”
    He grinned. “’Course you were.”
    At that moment the lift came to a halt and the
doors opened on to the hotel lobby.
    There was a moment's silence. “Well, it’s been
nice meeting...” she began.
    He’d been playing with her, but now, looking over
her shoulder, his expression changed as in the lobby a herd of fans who had
somehow sneaked past security, had spotted their object of devotion. "Er,
look…”
    "Oh, sorry." Quickly Kate stepped out
of the lift, feeling awkward. Looking back to say goodbye, she was just in time
to see the lift doors close behind her. And he was gone.  
    A curtain of disappointment fell across the faces
of the onrushing fans. Pushing through them she made her way towards the
street.
    Outside the crowds were still waiting, but at
least she could now choose which way she went.   Setting off, it was only when she'd covered some distance from the hotel
that the oddness of the encounter struck her. Had Jesse Gadden been going to
the party when she'd got into the elevator, and then, for some reason, changed
his mind? And could it really matter to him what she thought about his concert.
    "Just wait till I tell Beverly," she told herself. "Will
she be jealous!" Then she smiled. For a man famous for his enigmatic introspection,
Gadden was actually a bit of a flirt when you got to meet him. But, then,
wasn’t that the way with stars: nothing like their image.

Chapter Three
         

    September
13:

    She didn't dream. She didn't have to. Her
nightmares came with the dawn when she was awake and could get a better reception ,
she heard herself thinking, as she did on so many mornings.
    It was just after seven. She didn't need to look
at the clock to know. That was when it had started. She lay and waited for the
images and sounds, the blood on the sand, and her own uncontrollable