Chapter 24

The rumble started down the hall and rolled toward Isobel's desk, gathering additional voices until it finally erupted into loud, creatively turned f-bombs from the small group gathered around her centrally located computer.

Kit Blanchard shook her exquisitely highlighted head. "Five points in ten minutes!"

Dorothy Berman gazed at the screen in wonder. "I've never seen anything like it."

"We are so screwed," Liz said under her breath.

"Who made the calls yesterday?" Aaron asked, looking around. His voice trembled and his face was deathly pale under his black beard. "Who confirmed the reporters covering MacBride's?"

Isobel meekly held up her hand. "I did."

The group pulled away from her as one, eyeing her with a mixture of pity and horror.

"Katrina asked me to take care of it," Isobel added quickly. The others shifted their gaze to Katrina, who seethed in Isobel's direction, but Aaron kept his eyes fixed on Isobel.

"What exactly did you say to the guy at the AP?"