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“The determined reporter goes undercover and manages to get the Hollywood mogul to invite her to his house. He forces her to have sex with him.”
“What kind?” asks Sheldon, his voice thinner, his face darkening.
“It doesn’t matter. It’s against her will.” I pause for a beat. “Somehow the bigwig TV producer figures out the true identity of the woman and goes after her. Determined to stop her from exposing him, even if it means putting an end to her life. Then—”
Suddenly, my pitch sinks in. While Jim turns chalk-white, Sheldon turns a shade of purple, his nostrils flaring, his pupils dilating. He cuts me off.
“Shut up! Who the hell are you?”
With my arms folded across my chest, I face him squarely. “Does the name Skye Collins ring a bell?”
A stunned Jim chokes. He drains his bourbon. “Skye Collins? She’s dead! You don’t look anything like her!”
“Looks can change, Jim,” I say calmly though every nerve in my body is on edge. “How are the ratings these days without me?”
The tumbler in Jim’s shaking hand falls to the floor and shatters as Sheldon explodes. “Don’t fall for her! My boys ran that bitch off Mulholland! I read the obits!”
My heart does a high five against my chest. Yes! A confession! The bastard confessed! A smug, triumphant smile curls on my lips.
“Remember me?”
CHAPTER 65
Skye
The smile stays on my face as Sheldon glares at me. His brows furrow.
“You’re bullshitting me. I don’t believe you!”
Time for a reality test. I turn to my former boss. He’s white as a sheet and shaking like a leaf.
“Jim, tell him how I came back to work the day after I gave birth to my daughter and was the first on the scene at the Woodland Hills school shooting and made Conquest News the number one news outlet in the country.” It’s a little known fact that only he and a few others would know.
In a state of shock, Jim remains silent.
“Tell him!” My voice goes up decibels with each syllable.
His lips quivering, he buries his face in his hands and mutters, “Holy Jesus. It’s her.”
I face Greenberg again. “So, Sheldon, do you still think I’m bullshitting you?”
Reality sets in. His ugly face contorts with rage. “You almost blinded me, you twat!”
“You almost cost me my life!” I bark back as he starts sweating like a pig.
“I should have killed you myself! It’s not too late!”
His words terrify me, but I counter his threat. “I wouldn’t bother now. I’ve got everything recorded. The police have heard everything. And they know where I am.”
Regaining his composure, he snorts. “Don’t ya think they’d be here by now?”
Worry floods me. My stomach twists into a tight spiky ball. He’s right. Billings and his team should have been here already. An unnerving thought invades my head. Maybe my communications device—the hi-tech watch I’m wearing—isn’t functioning. Or maybe they lost track of me because of the fog. And have no clue where I am.
I can’t let Sheldon know that I’m beginning to freak. I have to be like my childhood heroine—Madeline. Like my precious daughter. Bold. Brave. Not afraid of the ferocious tiger. I’m the predator. He’s the prey. I swallow back my fear and hold him fiercely in my gaze.
“Think about it, Sheldon. Youdon’twant to kill me. You might get twenty years behind bars for rape and attempted murder—and possibly early parole—but you’ll get life for pre-meditated murder. Maybe the death penalty.”
He snarls. “I wasn’t the one who fired at you! I never left my house. Go ask my housekeeper!”