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Chapter Twenty

Beth and I made our way down to the foyer in silence Just as ere turning the corner, she yanked e plant

“What?” I asked I followed her finger and sahat she was pointing at

Shit Gathered outside the front of the hotel were at least twenty photographers

“Fuck,” I cursed

“It’s okay Corabbed my hand and walked back past the elevators “There is a service entrance out this way that exits down the alley behind the hotel That alley also connects with Eighth Street”

I raised my eyebrows at her

“What? When everyone knoho you are, you need an escape route for everywhere,” she said defensively She grabbed hold of ed me out the door

This is insane I’ away from one disaster and into another

Anyone who saw Beth just then would have known right aho she was With no disguise, she was every bit the pop starlet that featured in all the gossip pages

We pushed open the e the coast was clear, darted up the alleyway toward a little café just off Eighth We sat down at a table in the far corner of the almost-empty shop

“So,” Beth began, digging through her purse and pulling out a scarf She twisted her hair up into a bun and tied the scarf around it “Do you wanna tellon?”

“Not really,” I mumbled

She narrowed her eyes at me

“Okay,” I replied “That, up there, lying dead on the bed, was Melinda Diveno”