 CHAPTER ONE The woman‘s face was in shadow in the broadcast studio, illuminated only by the light from the vacillating meters on the console board. She whispered into the microphone, her full red lips brushing cool metal. She paused, breathed in audibly and continued to speak in soft mellifluous tones, each word rounded out, articulated perfectly. Her long dark lashes, thick with mascara, half-mooned on pale flesh below her closed eyes. She cooed into the microphone, ―I think you should tell him, lay your cards on the table, let him know what‘s in your heart. I‘ll play the Honeydrippers‘ ‗Sea of Love‘ for you and Roger. Take my advice. Tell the man you care.‖ The radio announcer typed in the words ―Sea‖ and the song selection, outlined in blue, sat waiting for her to start the music. The listener gushed a reply. ―Thank you, Jasmine. You always pick the perfect song.‖ ―Good luck, Melanie. You can‘t win, if you don‘t play the game.‖ Jasmine breathed a goodbye to the listener and then clicked the mouse to start the song. She arched her back, leisurely stretched her long slender arms upward, sighed, and settled back into the chair. The needle on the VU meter swung back and forth in time with the music. Five miles away, blood oozed out of the dead man‘s right ear. His inert body slumped behind the steering wheel, his head drooped forward, his chin tucked into his chest. The Honeydrippers sang to the corpse. ―Come with me, my love.‖ |
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