Shirley Thorne knew she should be putting on an act right now—looking cornered but stubborn—to let this plagiarism drama play out. The problem was, her hot-blooded little fan wasn't cooperating; he was a pro at making her crack up.
"Centipede Kane, what are you dawdling for? If you have something to say, spit it out! Stop looking over at Mr. Grant, there's nothing written on his face!"
Winston Aldridge was hot-tempered, and his mouth always outran his brain. Plus, he assumed Katherine Kane and Shirley Thorne were on the same side, so his tone was quite aggressive.
If Katherine Kane knew what Winston Aldridge was thinking, she would have absolutely belted out a rendition of *The Wronged Woman*.
'Who the hell is on the same team as Shirley Thorne?'
'Does she have a death wish?'
"I... I wasn't..."
Katherine Kane's little scheme had been exposed. Her face was beet red, and her mind went blank, only able to stammer incoherently, not knowing how to defend herself.
