short drive away on Music Row. I had the contract draft in my bag and one of Andrew' s stup

ding there. She was dressed in a gaudy, rhinest

ent. "Look at this place. Still living like a student,

m in a hurry. I

of CDs Andrew had left on my

?" she sneered. "He told me he gave you these out of pity.

led. "What are you talking abou

oice rising. "These are worth a thousand dollars each. You

unt Maria, I' m on my way to get Andrew a record d

Mr. Hughes are old friends. Mr. Hughes has been begging my son for a m

from my bag. "Look. Here'

typed that up yourself. You' re just like your mothe

s ticking. I

I said, trying

ou pay. And now the price is twenty thousand dollar

d my phone from my hand. With a sharp crack, she sma

her eyes glinting. "You