“We need to know if Blain has had any visitors recently. Say, in the past three days? You do keep logs?”

She nodded slowly. “Yes, we do,” she agreed hesitantly. “But they’re private.”

“I understand, I really do. But this could mean the end of his career if this got out. It could be, well, tabloid suicide. And, I’m sure you can agree, that’s the last thing he needs right now when he should be focusing on his recovery.”

She nodded. “I understand. But the records are private and…”

“Let me level with you, Sandy,” I said, leaning both elbows on the desk. Instinctively she leaned back a fraction. “If I have your word that you won’t tell a soul—I mean a single solitary soul—I’ll tell you what we’re dealing with here.”

Sandy immediately perked up, nodding vigorously. “I swear.” She leaned in close. “What is it?”

“Okay.” I made a big show of looking over both shoulders, then leaned in again. “A woman has come forward claiming that she’s pregnant with Blain Hall’s baby.”

“No!” Though I could see her eyes light up like Christmas.

No one is immune to the power of good gossip.

I nodded. “Yes! This certain woman claims she’s been seeing Blain for the past year, that they’re currently an item. Well, I tell you this is the first I’ve heard of it.”

“Who is she?” Sandy asked.

I shook my head. “I can’t say.”

“Oh.” Her shoulders slumped.

“But I will tell you…”

She leaned in again.

“…she rocks.”

Sandy gave me a blank stare.

“And she’s like a dog with a bone with this dirty story.”

Again with the blank stare.

I mentally threw my hands up in surrender. “It’s Cherry Chase. The Dirty Dog’s bassist?”

Sandy gasped. “No!”

I nodded. “Yes.” Okay, a total fabrication. As far as I knew Cherry and Blain were the proverbial “just friends.” But she’d totally denied me an interview backstage at their latest concert, so I only felt the teeniest bit guilty throwing her under the gossip bus now.

“Wow, no wonder they have such chemistry on stage,” Sandy mused.

“But you didn’t hear it from me,” I reminded her.

“Riiight.” She winked at me.

“Anyway, we need to know if there’s any truth to this before it gets out to the media. And having Blain’s visitor records sure would help us out a lot.”

Sandy nodded. “Absolutely.”

“You can see why this is a very delicate matter that must be handled with the utmost discretion.”

She nodded again. “Totally. Let me see if I can find those records for you. Hang on.”

“Thanks,” I shot back as she disappeared behind a pair of heavy oak doors.

I stood up to find Cal shaking his head at me.

“What?”

“You’re good.”

I grinned. “Thanks.”