6/22/2023 0 Comments Midnight's Master by Cynthia Eden![]() ![]() "Reporting live from a downtown scene of death, this is Holly Storm, signing off." Her gaze darted over, just for a moment, and she met the bright stare of Detective Gyth. ![]() "But this reporter can't help but wonder just what sort of monster is loose on our Atlanta streets." There was a growl to her right. But then, the two detectives on the scene-Colin Gyth and Todd Brooks-weren't exactly on her "friends" list. "Police aren't talking…" At least not to her. Holly cleared her throat, then spoke in that calm, cool voice she'd perfected back in her college communication classes so long ago. ![]() She couldn't afford a meltdown right now.Īfter a hard swallow, she finally managed to suck in a full breath. "A brutal…murder." Yeah, brutal was a good word choice considering the way the poor guy had been sliced to ribbons. ![]() "Uh…I'm…H-Holly Storm, reporting to you live from the scene of-" A freaking slaughter. 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. "Holly…" The reed-thin voice of her producer. Her breath came too hard and way too fast as she fought to hold on to her control. Holly Storm's fingers tightened their already white-knuckled grip around the microphone. Having a breakdown in the middle of a live broadcast was really not a very good thing for a reporter's career. ![]()
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