Chapter 129

Will

Things were going too good.

And when things went good.

I panicked.

As an agent, it usually meant that you were minutes from a phone call about a publicity stunt gone wrong, or an actor taking a bender, or one of your musicians trashing a hotel room.

Ticket sales being down.

Labels dropping musicians.

Every single time I had this feeling.

Something happened.

It was the same feeling that woke me up that night and made me go search for Angelica. The place in my bed, the space she belonged in was empty. And I'd missed her even as dread washed over me.

The same dread that followed well into the night when she was in my arms, when we rode together to set.

When we shot the cameo scene with the rest of the band.

And had to keep redoing it because Trevor couldn't keep a straight face half the time, and Andrew kept snorting like he was too big of a deal to do anything.