Fade To Black. Heather Graham

had come to stand behind her and was looking at him over Marnie’s shoulder.

      “Hello,” he said pleasantly, lowering his head slightly to see her. “Bridget Davante, I presume. A pleasure to meet you. I watched Deadly Venom and Bloody Claws the other night. Very tongue-in-cheek. Absolutely ridiculous, but the writing was wonderful.”

      “Thanks! I was head on that project,” Bridget said. “Would you like some tea?”

      “Mr. McFadden was just leaving,” Marnie snapped.