MIDNIGHT'S MASTER
Chapter One
Having a breakdown in the middle of a live broadcast was
really not a very good thing for a reporter's career.
Holly Storm's fingers tightened their already white-knuckled
grip around the microphone. Her breath came too hard and
way too fast as she fought to hold on to her control.
"Holly ..." The reed-thin voice of her producer.
Shit. Her career was about to hit the toilet. She dragged her
gaze away from the body-away from the body that she knew
didn't belong to a human-and glanced back toward the round
lens of the camera. "Uh ... I'm ... H-Holly Storm, reporting
to you live from the scene of-" A freaking slaughter. "A brutal
... murder." Yeah, brutal was a good word choice considering
the way the poor guy had been sliced to ribbons.
Get a grip, girl. She couldn't afford a meltdown right now.
After a hard swallow, she finally managed to suck in a full
breath. Holly cleared her throat, then spoke in that calm, cool
voice she'd perfected back in her college communication
classes so long ago. "Police aren't talking ..." At least not to
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