The blast of a Def-Leppard-guitar-lick ringtone set her heart to thudding. She fumbled for her cell, almost tumbling off the sheet-covered couch where she slept. “Mmmm?” “Get up,” Breisi said without preamble. “The Voice assigned our Friends to trail a few people, and one of them is Milton Crockett.” Even though Dawn didn’t need more than a few hours of shut-eye per night, she was a little lagged right now. Maybe it was because of the mental hangover Jessica Reese’s body had caused. “Our Friends are out of their portraits bright and early, huh?” “They’re also watching Lee Tomlinson while he’s in custody. Looks like he’s not talking to anyone but his family and legal team, so that means no interviews for us. There’s speculation that he’s hiding himself away because he wants to give an exclusive to Katie Couric. Accepting a lot of visitors takes away his mystique, I suppose. I wonder if Lawyer Crockett had anything to do with that.” On the other end of the line, she huffed.
