Chapter One
I tossed my backpack in a corner of the studio and high fived Rodney on his way out.
"Hey, Kitty, thanks again for taking the midnight shift," he said. He'd started playing some third generation grunge band that made my hackles rise, but I smiled anyway.
"Happy to." "I noticed. You didn't used to like the late shift." He was right. I'd gone positively nocturnal the last few months. I shrugged. "Things change." "Well, take it easy."
Finally, I had the place to myself. I dimmed the lights so the control board glowed, the dials and switches futuristic and sinister. I pulled my blond hair into a ponytail. I was wearing jeans and an oversized sweatshirt that had been through the wash too many times. One of the nice things about the late shift at a radio station was that I didn't have to look good for anybody.
I put on the headphones and sat back in the chair with its squeaky whee ... read full excerpt from Kitty and The Midnight Hour ebook