Hot Blooded by Lisa Jackson

Author:Lisa Jackson [Jackson, Lisa]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
ISBN: 978-1-4201-2466-8
Publisher: Kensington Publishing Corp.
Published: 2001-06-27T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty-one

“That’s a wrap,” Melanie said as the strains of “Midnight Confession” faded and an advertisement for an e-company started rolling.

Shoving her chair away from the desk, Sam let out her breath. She’d been nervous during the show. Edgy. Certain “John” would call again, that he’d only phoned her at the house to prove that he could. To scare her. But he hadn’t called in.

But he’d been listening. Waiting. Knowing he was stretching her nerves to the breaking point. After the phone call at her house, she’d decided to bait him. Her program tonight had been about communications, specifically love letters, Dear John letters and even threatening notes though she hadn’t mentioned the card she’d received in her car.

Listener response had been hot, but “John” hadn’t phoned in…yet…There was still time. He’d proven that before when he’d called in after her program had aired.

Though it was after midnight now. Technically Friday—the day after Annie Seger’s birthday.

She turned off her equipment, studied the unlit phone-line buttons for a second, then met Melanie and Tiny in the hallway.

“No weirdos tonight,” Tiny observed.

“So far,” Sam agreed.

Tiny shoved his glasses onto the bridge of his nose. “You’re disappointed, aren’t you? You kind of get off when he calls.”

“Get off?” Sam repeated, her temper sparking. “No…but we can’t find him if he hides.” She didn’t add that she wanted to lure him out, hook him, reel him in and then see that he never terrorized anyone again. Yes, in a perverse way, she wanted to know what made him tick, but more than that, she wanted him off the streets, away from the phones and out of her life.

“Do you think he’d really call in again after hours?” Melanie asked as she searched in her purse and came up with a tiny box of Tic-Tacs. “Wouldn’t that be pushing his luck? I mean, he’s got to have figured that you’ve been to the police by now. He doesn’t know that they aren’t tracing the calls—or that we aren’t.” She plopped half a dozen tiny mints into her palm and tossed them into her mouth.

“Maybe the guy knows what a cheap-ass George Hannah is,” Tiny grumbled, then waved his hands in the air. “I didn’t say that, okay? I don’t want to hear about it in the next staff meeting.”

“It’s what we were all thinking anyway,” Melanie said, yawning, as she held up the near-empty plastic box of mints in offering. “Anyone?”

“I’m good,” Tiny said, declining.

“If you say so.”

Sam shook her head. “No, thanks.”

Melanie yawned again. “God, I’m dead tonight. Anyone want to split a Diet Coke?” She was already heading down the hallway toward the kitchen.

“I’ve still got some.” Tiny turned back to the booth to set up Lights Out.

Sam was right behind but had one ear open, listening for the phones. “No caffeine for me,” she said to Melanie. It was one o’clock on Friday morning; Sam’s shift was over for the week, and she couldn’t imagine working on the weekends as well.

“Would you

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