starting Friday. When I hung up, I felt better than I had in days. They were expensive, but having them on my side was worth it. A call to give Tom the latest news, a quick stop for lunch, and it was my turn behind the wheel again.
We were eight hours in when Holly looked up from her phone. âUh oh.â
I glanced away from the road to her worried face. I took three deep breaths and a sip of Diet Coke. âIâm ready.â
âFirst of all, youâre trending on Twitter.â
âIâm not even on Twitter.â
âI know, but youâre trending with a couple hashtags.â
âHash-what now?â
She sighed. âSugar, really, social media? What generation are you from? Hashtags are for search terms or topics. Hashtag âKate Reillyâ is getting some use, and hashtag âblame Kateâ is making the rounds. You need to join Twitter.â
Before I could comment, she held up a hand. âThereâs more. Racingâs Ringer responded to youâcomplete with the creepy eyeball graphic. Heâs a jerk and heâs wrong, but he explains his problem with you.â
âRead it to me?â
ââAn open letter to Kate Reilly. Dear Ms. Reilly, You wrote today asking me why I dislike you. Why I have such fun repeating tidbits about your career. Iâm happy to explain to you and my Ringer Readers.ââ
ââRinger Readers?ââ I broke in. âThatâs dreadful.â
âAgreed. He continues, âItâs not true to say I dislike you. I have no use for you and, honestly, I donât get the hype.ââ
âHype? I have hype?â
âLet me finish reading. âSo youâve done nothing of value, particularly off the track. Like so many others, you can drive some. But color me unimpressed, because you have a growing voice in the racing industry and the sports world you donât use. Youâre a role model, do something about it! Give back to the fans and little girls who admire you. Contribute to a cause, speak out for an organization. Stand up for something! Youâre a public figure and itâs your responsibility to inspire those around you. So until I see you stepping up to your responsibilities, you donât get my respect. Signed, Racingâs Ringer. P.S. One thing thatâs outright unforgivable is your lack of response to Ellie Grayson Prescottâs death. Sources tell me she was a good friend of yours back in your formula racing days, and you found her dead, but canât be bothered to comment or show remorse. If this is how you treat friends, how do you treat your enemies?ââ
For three miles down the road, I had no words to express the injustice.
Holly broke open a bar of dark chocolate and handed me a piece. âYou did ask.â
âWhen was I supposed to make a statement about Ellie? The night it happened, when I was in shock? Donât I get time to cope? Do I call a reporter today and make a statement? I donât get it.â I ate the chocolate square.
âHeâs holding you to a higher standard than most drivers. Shoot, most boys steer clear of DUIs and speeding tickets, and theyâre golden. I wonder if the Ringer is a woman, and thatâs why sheâhe? it?âis so hard on you.â
âOn one side Iâve got people threatening to kill me because I did something. On the other, Iâve got someone berating me for not doing something. Damned if I do, damned if I donât.â
âYou ainât kidding.â
We rode in silence another couple miles. One minute I felt like crying, the next I felt like yelling, and the next I thought I could laugh and ignore the whole mess.
âTurn off the brain,â Holly suggested, breaking off another piece of chocolate and handing it to me. She popped Garth Brooks into the CD player and for two hours, we sang our heads off and pretended the world of murdered friends, frightening