Part 302 (1/2)

thought Katherine would lift her psychiatrist's brow and make interested

noises if she told her. Poor Emma's gone off the bend again.

Thinks she's being followed. Wonders if someone's been in the house

when she goes out. What about those odd noises on the phone? Must be

tapped.

Christ. She rubbed a finger against her temple and tried to laugh. The

next thing she'd start doing was checking under the bed at night. Then

she'd be in therapy for life.

Well, she'd chosen L.A., hadn't she? Before long she'd have a personal

trainer as well as a therapist. She'd be worried about her polarity or

she'd start channeling for a three-hundred-year-old Buddist monk.

And then she did laugh.

After she stopped at the auditorium, she picked up her camera. Buddhist

monks would have to hold off, at least until she'd dealt with the

business at hand. Acts and presenters for the awards show would already

be inside. It would be like the old days, she mused. Watching

rehearsals, taking pictures.

It was a satisfying feeling to know that her past and her future had

found a way to meld.

When she stepped from the car, Blackpool stood blocking her path.

”Well, well. h.e.l.lo again, Emmy luv.”

It infuriated her that he could still make her cringe. Without

speaking, she started to skirt around him. He simply s.h.i.+fted, trapping

her against the car as easily as he had once trapped her in her

darkroom.

Smiling, he stroked a fingertip down the back of her neck. ”Is this any