Music Row Betrayal

me to save his skin. He needed a meeting with Mr. Hughes, a ghost in the Nashville music scene. Against my better judgment,

d a stack of my jobless cousin' s demo CDs he'd given me "for free" and shrieked they were collector' s items, e

that he and Mr. Hughes were "tight," betraying every ounce of trust. Before I could even breathe, Maria lunged, smashi

y, to suffer for their toxic family? Lying on the cold floor, seeing the shattered screen of my phone with three missed calls from Mr. Hughes'