“You mean the caller?” Allie asked, her blue eyes wide.

Reluctantly, I nodded.

“How does it work?” she asked.

Man, she was a pushy little thing.

“It’s…complicated.” Which wasn’t entirely true, but considering it was Barbie I was talking to, reciting her ABC’s was probably complicated.

“Do you think that guy from PW used it?” Cam asked.

Allie turned to her. “What’s PW?”

I vaguely felt Cal perking up in the corner, but I ignored it, instead shooting Cam a silent “Shut up, shut up, shut up!” look. While I might have to share an office with Neanderthal Man, he didn’t need to know every detail of my personal business.

But Cam was either playing blonde or not receiving vibes today. “It’s the name of the company she traced the call to. PW Enterprises.”

“How did you find that out?” Allie asked.

“I’m a reporter, remember?” I answered. I think I showed great restraint for not adding, “One hired for more than her great rack.”

“So, you know who did it then?”

“Well…almost. I know where the call was made from, but not who made it. Yet,” I added, trying to save face.

“Hmm.” She pursed her lips together, a furrow forming between her perfectly plucked brows.

I knew I was going to regret asking, but…“What?”

“Well, the caller did say to stop printing stories about him.”

“So?”

“So, I’d think the easiest way to generate a list of suspects would be to make a list of people you’ve written about.”

I snorted. “Look, I know you’re new here, but some of us have published quite a few articles. I write a daily column. The list would be a mile long.”

Allie blinked at me, and I wasn’t sure just how many of my subtle insults had made it through her thick blonde skull.

“He said stories. Plural,” she pointed out. “You could narrow it down to the people you’ve written multiple columns about lately.”

I hated to admit, the Barbie had a point. While plenty of celebs had mentions in my column, there were only a handful I’d given more than one mention to in the last few weeks. Hollywood’s attention span was about as long as an ADD-affected two-year-old’s.

“Right,” I said. “I was going to do that next.” I cleared my throat. “So, did you actually want something, or were you just coming over to chat?”

Barbie blinked at me. “Oh. Yeah. Um, Felix said we should go to the courthouse together. Pines’s evidence trial is starting in half an hour.”

I looked down at my watch. “I’m on it.” I grabbed my purse, notebook, and a ballpoint.

I felt rather than saw Cal rise from his desk, following a pace behind as I made for the elevator.

“Who’s he?” Cam whispered as I hit the “down” button.

“No one.”