Page 11 of One Last Time
She leans back with a grin. “That’s amazing. FBD is definitely one of the hottest Tampa stories. Even though we have readers across the country, we started as a local blog, and Tampa is still our base. Eli and Randy are the area’s golden boys, so we need to keep our followersfed.”
It doesn’t surprise me. I’ve seen firsthand how crazy people go over the band. They’ve been around since we were kids and haven’t lost their fans. Eli and his brother Randy grew up in Tampa, which makes the people here a little more nuts about the Walsh brothers. I can’t say anything because I was one of them until I got to know Eli. Now, it’s kind of sad how much of his life people think they have a right to knowabout.
The worst is how they treat Heather. Thankfully, she couldn’t give a shitless.
“I want to be clear that I won’t actually be writing about Eli. I won’t do that to him or my friend.” It’s the same thing I told her during our phone interview, but there’s no harm in reiteratingit.
Erica leans forward with her arms on the desk. “Of course not. I completely understand that. However, you do have access to the celebrities in his life, which is one of the reasons Eli suggested you’d be a great fithere.”
Perfect. I don’t have to write about him, but his friends are fairgame.
Maybe I can’t do this. I’m not comfortable with being that lurking friend always thinking of astory.
Then I think about what my lawyer said about Scott and the kids. I can’t go to court saying that I took a job and then quit the first day. It definitely won’t bode well for my character should Scott actually try to fight me aboutcustody.
Eli is the one who suggested this, so he must be okay withit.
I shift, straightening my back. I may not want to do this, but I will. I’ll do the best damn job possible. “Do you have anything you’d like me to startwith?”
“Actually...” Erica’s smile is mischievous. “I got a tip that I want you tofollow...”
And so itbegins.
Chapter Four
Kristin
Sittingat my dining room table, I chew on the inside of my cheek, wondering how the hell I approach this. I know if I ask, Heather won’t tell me no, but I’m starting to feel like a shittyfriend.
She’s done so much for me already, I won’t ask for more favors. I just need to becreative.
I think back to when I was a reporter and didn’t have connections. Being resourceful was paramount. The file Erica gave me, the one filled with information about Noah Frazier, sits on my table. He’ll be in Tampa on Friday to visit Eli for the weekend, which means I’m supposed to have a story for the blog onMonday.
Considering I know nothing about Noah, I need to get busy trying to find anin.
I open it and read the info laid out like a policerecord.
Name:Noah JosephFrazier
Born:November 3, 1977 (Scorpio)
I smile when I realize we share abirthday.
Location:Currently lives in New YorkCity.
Born in Newton,IL.
Moved to LA ateighteen.
Eye Color:Green
Hair:Darkbrown
Height:6ft (although I think he’s an inchshorter)
Weight:Who cares? He’shot.
The next line makes me chuckle. Who the hell comes up with these forms for stalkingcelebrities?
