Chapter 17 One Little Slip
- I scrambled into the car. My seatbelt was scarcely buckled before Barnett booked it out of the parking lot. The paparazzi soon disappeared from the rearview mirror.
- “Why are you here?” I asked as I settled into my seat. “Don’t you mind being photographed…with me?”
- Barnett didn’t look away from the road. “I don’t know why I’m here. In fact, I’m missing a very important morning.”