Page 39 of Savage

“Mick Shaughnessy. The boss of one of the biggest drug rings in New York.”

I swallowed and tried to process the fact that I now had a name, but how had Lachlan found that information first?

“Want to tell me how you came about having it in your possession?”

Not really.“I found it.”

“Where?” When I kept my mouth clamped shut, he leaned back into the couch and crossed his arms. “I’m curious, Cooper. You happened to find something that belongs to a group of dangerous criminals, and you don’t seem all that surprised to find out that information. Which tells me you know exactly whom you stole from.”

“I didn’t steal anything. I must’ve scooped it up by accident?—”

“And where was that?”

Why was he looking at me like he already knew the answer? Did running a security company mean he had access I couldn’t even dream about? Shit, had he somehow found out I was in the alley that night? There was no way.

“Tell you what,” he said, pushing off the couch. “Why don’t you tell me more about you instead. Are you seeing anyone?”

My brows shot up. “Asking because you’re interested, or…?”

“Because if you’re dating someone, they might be connected to this.”

“Oh.” Of course he was only asking in a professional capacity. “No, I’m not dating anyone.”

“Fucking anyone?”

“What? No.”

“Are you sure?”

There’s no way he knows about masked mystery man, so just play it cool.“Look, I haven’t been in the city long enough to meet anyone?—”

“You met me.”

“Well…” I didn’t have an answer for that, because I was still kicking myself for not calling him earlier.

“And you were obviously somewhere you shouldn’t be if you ‘found’ the key card, as you say. Listen, the only way I can look after you is if you start talking.”

I bit down on my lip, wondering just how much I should say, but since Lachlan already seemed to know answers to some of the questions I had, maybe we could help each other out.

“You can tell me,” he added. “Or I could always take your laptop and have my?—”

“You can’t take my laptop.”

“I can do whatever I want. You’re in my place.” Lachlan stood and strolled over to me. “But you’re right, I don’t want to take your laptop. Iwantyou to tell me where you got the key card and what you know about it.”

“I don’t know anything about it.”

“Let’s say I believe that. You still didn’t answer the first question. Where you got it.”

I ran a hand through my hair. “Anyone ever tell you you’re annoyingly persistent?”

“I would’ve thought that was a quality someone like you would admire.”

That piqued my interest. “Someone like me?”

“A journalist.”

My eyes widened at his observation because as far as I could remember, I’d never told him what I did for a living.

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