For the next couple of days, Kirk checked his f*******: every hour or so, but no messages came from his sister Sassy. He let her know that he was in Lake Bittersweet, ready to meet. But he got no answer. Sassy had always been unpredictable.
Her profile had no identifying information, which made him wonder if it was even real. Was someone playing a trick on him?
That uneasy suspicion increased when he got a call from a network producer as he was getting dressed for dinner at the Morettis.
“Are you available for a quick comment on the situation in Singapore?”
“No. I don’t even know what the situation is. Take me off your call list for now, Banks. I’ll let you know when I’m available again.”
“I can fill you in pretty quick,” the producer began.
“No. I’m not going on the air. Not for any
