The flash of the camera exploded in her face.

“Get out of my way!” she hissed. Suddenly, there was a sea of bodies, cocking their flamingo necks to the side and sizing her up.

She pulled her jacket up and around, trying to shield her face.

“Jolee, over here!” she heard from every direction as they closed upon her.

The flash, again and again, lit the fire of her temper. She spun around and kicked the camera, sent it sailing through the air.

“Jolee!” she heard the same voice. She ran to the cab as it screeched to a stop, yanked the handle and dove in. It was suicide to be seen there, and it would be all over the morning papers.

As they sped into the night, she looked back only once. It was then that she saw the instigator.