Chapter Three
Before the New York concert began, the head of security at Madison Square Garden came backstage. Emmy was gulping down water.
“I’m sorry to bother you, Miss Emerald. But do you know a Robert Carson?”
Emmy’s hand spasmed, and she almost dropped the bottle. “Who?” She stared at the officer.
“Robert Carson, ma’am.”
Stash pushed by the guard and stood between him and the star. “What about him?” Stash asked, his eyes narrowing.
“He’s outside without a ticket. Says he’s your boyfriend and insists we let him in.”
“Don’t let him anywhere near me. Keep him out!” Her voice rose, and her eyes widened.
“I thought I told you if there were any problems, to bring them to me. Never bother Emerald with this shit.” Stash ushered the man out of the dressing room.
Paula appeared with a
