Calvin
He was having it all pulled down from the internet as quickly as he could. By the time he’d driven just halfway to his apartment, his phone had been ringing and Wil had lit up the screen in his car to indicate who was calling. He’d hit the answer button on the steering wheel.
“Didn’t I tell you it wasn’t her,” had been rapped out at him furiously. “Do you know what I’m looking at right now?” It was, he thought, a rhetorical question, because Calvin was driving, so no he had no idea what that man was looking at, it could be almost anything at all.
“No.” had been his answer.
“You out there on the freaking street in public, casing a scene by assaulting Marilyn Riddley and her agent, from the publishing house. It’s all over the bloody internet, several people caught it on their phon
