Stage Fright

Lies, blackmail, and a theater full of fans

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“Nervous, Vohradsky? Jittery? Terrified? Good.”

Vince Vohradsky sputtered and slopped water over himself when Louis Coldridge clapped him on the back. Plastic bottle in his right hand, he swiped with his left at his damp blue polo shirt. “Damn it, Louis!”