Chapters (50)
- Cover
- Roc Books by Jacqueline Carey
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“Pretty much, yeah,” Lee said. “You can file a complaint for violation of privacy, but it takes a few days to resolve it. Which they might not even do, since you’re not actually identified by name or anything.”
On the screen, a series of wedding guests babbled about the experience in a state of giddy excitement. I got a sinking feeling watching it. “This is a bad idea,” I said. “A very bad idea.”
Lee halted the playback. “Yeah, I thought you might think so.”
“Can you make it go away?” I asked him.
He shook his head ruefully. “If you’re asking if I can hack the PVB’s YouTube account, probably. But this thing’s already been mirrored a dozen times. It’s out there, Daisy. Even if it wasn’t, Stacey still has the original footage. All she has to do is upload it again, and if other hackers think someone’s trying to scrub it, they’ll do their best to spread it further. Your best bet’s to ask her to take it down and hope people decide it was just another hoax.”
“I’m calling her mother,” I said, fishing out my phone.
Not only was Amanda Brooks unsympathetic to my concerns, but she had no intention of telling Stacey to remove the footage. “Do you have any idea what kind of publicity this could generate?” she asked me grimly. “Or any idea how long I’ve been trying to find the perfect off-season marketing angle for this town? Daisy, you do your job and let me do mine. I’ll go over your head if you don’t drop the matter. As long as this lasts, we’re going to exploit it for all it’s worth.”
“I just think you’re asking for troub—”
She cut me off before ending the call abruptly. “Something’s come up. Just do your job and stay out of our way.”
I let out a low hiss of frustration. “Goddammit!”
“No luck?” Lee said.
“No.”
Lee fidgeted with his tablet. “I guess you can’t blame her for wanting to find the silver lining,” he offered. “And you can’t blame people for wanting a glimpse of real magic.”
“I just hope the coven gets their shit together soon,” I muttered. “Because—”
My phone rang.
It was Cody. “We’ve got another one,” he said tersely. “Grab your gear and meet me at Riverside Grove.”
I gave Lee’s good arm a squeeze. “Thanks for the heads-up. I’ve got to run.”