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Archer walking in front of him as they crossed the street at the corner of Rock
and Jaqui's house. A couple of police recruits were directing traffic and the
young trainees were ogling Laurel, but she didn't seem to mind. From the media
area, all eyes and cameras were upon their group, but they didn't break stride.
"Nathan Miller!"
a voice called out and the throng of reporters surged across the street. A
dozen voices called out questions all at once.
The sudden movement of
the crowd and their outburst of queries startled Laurel.
Easy, Laurel, he thought to her. Just keep going. They don't
matter. You're in charge, remember?
Laurel strode forward
alongside Archer as they pressed though the crowd that had been joined by the
excited fans hoping to catch sight of Jaqui.
Archer held up her ID
and waved to the uniformed officers to help clear a path.
Nathan could hear
Laurel giving reporters the brush off, "No comment. Step aside," she
commanded. Over and over, until they slipped past the uniformed police and
climbed the steps to the front door. And he didn't look back as they were
ushered into the home by a vigilant housekeeper. There were calls from the
crowd for "Jaqui!" mixed with shouts for "Miller," and even
a few for "Detective Archer." But they were already inside the foyer
and the housekeeper shut the door behind them. No comment.
The housekeeper was a plump little
immigrant woman, forcing a weary smile. Her role was obvious as she wore a quite
formal domestic uniform; nothing so bad as a hotel maid's, but not much better
and it occurred to Nathan that it was likely a costume for the show. Only
black-tie affairs called for smartly uniformed domestics, at least in Nathan's experience.
"One moment,
please," the housekeeper said to them, before she left the foyer.
Archer glanced around
the room and whistled in approval, "Nice place."
Laurel was still
regaining her composure after their harried arrival.
Nathan heard voices
coming from another room, then people approaching. They were joined by a
middle-aged man, tall but slight of build, and a bit paunchy. He had the look
of money but it clearly wasn't his trade. The man looked them over carefully, and
then introduced himself as Aaron Silverman. He was accompanied by a short young
woman, who was almost pretty, and clearly not as well monied as
Silverman.
The young woman smiled
and said, "Hi, I'm Natalie. We're with the show."
"I'm a big fan of
your work, Mister Miller," Silverman said.
Nathan noticed he didn't
offer to shake hands. "Can't say I'm familiar with yours, Mister
Silverman."
"I understand.
You're not exactly our core demo. But maybe you've seen something else? Hasidic
Underground? Escort Confidential?" Silverman asked.
Nathan shook his head,
though he'd noticed Laurel perking up at the last title.
"No? Let's just
say they did solid numbers. Nothing like Jaqui's World , mind you— But
listen, I've been thinking about you and your set-up: A psychic detective
show . I could sell that to the majors !"
"I don't think
so—"
Silverman waved him
off, "Just consider the possibilities. Until then, we have the
business at hand."
Nathan looked at
Archer, what the heck was he going on about?
Archer shrugged in reply
and said to the TV producer, "Excuse me, Mister Silverman? We have an
appointment to speak with Missus Scott right now. Maybe we could continue this
conversation subsequent to that discussion actually taking place."
Silverman frowned and
gave Natalie a scolding look.
Natalie said, "I'm
sorry. I explained Mister Silverman's request to Sergeants Jacobs and Ramirez,
and they assured us you'd be on board."
Archer narrowed her
gaze at Natalie who shrunk from her scrutiny, "They said we'd be on
board , huh? What are we talking about here?"
Silverman interceded, "Jaqui
and I were discussing the situation – Mister Miller's joining the investigation
– and we felt that it should really be part of the show."
Nathan shook his head,
"That's
Archer walking in front of him as they crossed the street at the corner of Rock
and Jaqui's house. A couple of police recruits were directing traffic and the
young trainees were ogling Laurel, but she didn't seem to mind. From the media
area, all eyes and cameras were upon their group, but they didn't break stride.
"Nathan Miller!"
a voice called out and the throng of reporters surged across the street. A
dozen voices called out questions all at once.
The sudden movement of
the crowd and their outburst of queries startled Laurel.
Easy, Laurel, he thought to her. Just keep going. They don't
matter. You're in charge, remember?
Laurel strode forward
alongside Archer as they pressed though the crowd that had been joined by the
excited fans hoping to catch sight of Jaqui.
Archer held up her ID
and waved to the uniformed officers to help clear a path.
Nathan could hear
Laurel giving reporters the brush off, "No comment. Step aside," she
commanded. Over and over, until they slipped past the uniformed police and
climbed the steps to the front door. And he didn't look back as they were
ushered into the home by a vigilant housekeeper. There were calls from the
crowd for "Jaqui!" mixed with shouts for "Miller," and even
a few for "Detective Archer." But they were already inside the foyer
and the housekeeper shut the door behind them. No comment.
The housekeeper was a plump little
immigrant woman, forcing a weary smile. Her role was obvious as she wore a quite
formal domestic uniform; nothing so bad as a hotel maid's, but not much better
and it occurred to Nathan that it was likely a costume for the show. Only
black-tie affairs called for smartly uniformed domestics, at least in Nathan's experience.
"One moment,
please," the housekeeper said to them, before she left the foyer.
Archer glanced around
the room and whistled in approval, "Nice place."
Laurel was still
regaining her composure after their harried arrival.
Nathan heard voices
coming from another room, then people approaching. They were joined by a
middle-aged man, tall but slight of build, and a bit paunchy. He had the look
of money but it clearly wasn't his trade. The man looked them over carefully, and
then introduced himself as Aaron Silverman. He was accompanied by a short young
woman, who was almost pretty, and clearly not as well monied as
Silverman.
The young woman smiled
and said, "Hi, I'm Natalie. We're with the show."
"I'm a big fan of
your work, Mister Miller," Silverman said.
Nathan noticed he didn't
offer to shake hands. "Can't say I'm familiar with yours, Mister
Silverman."
"I understand.
You're not exactly our core demo. But maybe you've seen something else? Hasidic
Underground? Escort Confidential?" Silverman asked.
Nathan shook his head,
though he'd noticed Laurel perking up at the last title.
"No? Let's just
say they did solid numbers. Nothing like Jaqui's World , mind you— But
listen, I've been thinking about you and your set-up: A psychic detective
show . I could sell that to the majors !"
"I don't think
so—"
Silverman waved him
off, "Just consider the possibilities. Until then, we have the
business at hand."
Nathan looked at
Archer, what the heck was he going on about?
Archer shrugged in reply
and said to the TV producer, "Excuse me, Mister Silverman? We have an
appointment to speak with Missus Scott right now. Maybe we could continue this
conversation subsequent to that discussion actually taking place."
Silverman frowned and
gave Natalie a scolding look.
Natalie said, "I'm
sorry. I explained Mister Silverman's request to Sergeants Jacobs and Ramirez,
and they assured us you'd be on board."
Archer narrowed her
gaze at Natalie who shrunk from her scrutiny, "They said we'd be on
board , huh? What are we talking about here?"
Silverman interceded, "Jaqui
and I were discussing the situation – Mister Miller's joining the investigation
– and we felt that it should really be part of the show."
Nathan shook his head,
"That's
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