Whoa.
“Show…,” I stammered. “Experiment in Terror?”
“Yes ma’am,” he said, and leaned forward across the table. He smel ed like cinnamon.
“I quit the show.” Boy, did I ever, in the world’s most dramatic quitting scene.
“We know. But the reason you quit wasn’t because of the show itself. It was because of who the cameraman was.”
My face scrunched up at the thought of Dex.
“I reckon I’m right, aren’t I?” he said. His jade peepers were looking inquisitively into mine. Man, I knew I was so easy to read.
“Wel , yes. But that’s not the whole thing.”
“So you wouldn’t come back on the show if there was another cameraman?”
“No,” I blurted out. I didn’t even think about it but that’s what my first reaction was. No way, no how. Dex or no Dex, I was done with that whole thing. It was life-threatening, unpredictable and an unreliable way to make an income.