“Vultures,” I said under my breath. “They’re just doing their job, Jo.” “They make a living by following people around, taking a random photo, and then selling it to a scumbag who will then make up a story to go with it.” “They made you see Michael for what he really was because of those photos,” he said. I didn’t reply as we pulled up at my apartment block. “I’ll see you later.” I leaned across and placed my lips to Blake’s cheek. “If you need me today, you call me any time. I don’t care if I have to walk off set, do you hear me?” “That really won’t be necessary, but thank you,” I said as I climbed out of the car and headed into the building. “Ah, Miss Summers, how good to see you back.” I smiled. “Hello, Peter.” “I was wondering”
