One minute she had been happy and laughing, and the next she was in the midst of a panic attack. The urgency in her voice when she’d come back from the bathroom had scared me. My first thought was that she’d been attacked or confronted by someone, but then she kept assuring me she was okay . . . now I didn’t know what to believe.Throwing my keys on the kitchen counter, I grabbed a can of soda and went straight into my study, kicking the door shut with my foot. I shrugged my jacket off and hung it on the back of the door, and then I sank into my chair. Sighing, I reached up and curled my fingers around my tie, yanking it loose and throwing it onto the desk.Fuck. I ran my hands through my short hair, lacing my fingers together behind my head. I closed my eyes and tried to remember how important this job was to me. How important it was for me to get paid. And then I thought about her.Beth.I knew more about Beth than she probably knew about herself—a side effect of my job. I knew she’d started her singing career when she was fifteen.
