Adora asked the Satanic instrument in her hand, knowing it would relay her question to Ben. Glancing over at Kris, she lowered her voice. “I haven’t a clue. And even if I did, that is confidential material beyond the scope of the book and I won’t discuss it. Ever. So don’t ask again. . . . Did the contracts arrive?” The phone squawked, and she held it away from her ear. She grimaced when Kris looked up from his ledger. Ben’s favorite tool of information procurement was a shaming tongue that he used to cut people to the quick. But saws and knives, useful as they were, didn’t work when a lockpick was needed. Adora figured that he would eventually figure that out and leave her alone. Ha! You’ve heard about old dogs and new tricks? He’ll never change. What an asshole, Joy commented. Now, now. Don’t insult the rectum. At least it does something for me, Adora thought back. She focused on getting off the phone with her agent. Kris was sitting here patiently in the hotel suite, waiting for her to begin her interview.
