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“What makes you think I’m a journalist?”

“I’m in security. I know your name. It wasn’t difficult to run a check on you. So now that we’ve got that little detail out in the open, why don’t you tell me how you came to be in possession of a key card that belongs to one of the biggest drug runners in the city?”

“I told you?—”

“A lie. I know it and you know it. So try again.”

Jesus, and I thoughtIwas tenacious. If his security job ever fell through, he seriously should look into journalism. Though, judging by my surroundings, it appeared he was rather good at what he did.

“Fine. I followed a guy.”

Lachlan cocked his head. “You followed a guy? Be more specific. Was it for drugs? Were you trying to make a purchase?”

“What? No. I don’t do drugs. Never have and never will.”

“Good. Their shit is killing people.”

“I know,” I blurted out before realizing I’d just given away more than I’d planned to.

“Ah, okay. ” Lachlan crossed his arms over his chest, and my eyes immediately fell to the broad build of his shoulders and theway his suit jacket hugged them. “Now we’re getting somewhere. Who died?”

“What?”

“I’m guessing you’re here chasing a story, am I right?”

A little too right, damn him.

“Someone close to you took the drugs and died. You want to know who supplied it. So who died?”

The fuck?How did he do that? It was like he’d reached inside my mind and pulled out all the information he wanted.

“Cooper?”

“A…friend. It was a few months ago, back in Colorado.” What the hell. He already knew most of it—might as well tell him the rest. “The packet he had with him had the same symbol as that key card.”

“And so you came here looking for a story?”

“I came here looking toexposethem. I want to find out who’s supplying the drugs and how they got to my friend.”

“So you decided to follow some drug dealers and that’s how you got this card?”

“Look, I know it wasn’t the smartest move. I almost died that night,” I admitted, and I could’ve sworn I saw Lachlan’s jaw bunch. “But it was worth it if this helps me catch them.”

“Fucking hell, you’re naïve.” Lachlan turned away, and I grabbed his arm, spinning him back to face me.

“Excuse me?”

“I said, you’renaïve. You said it yourself. You almost got killed following these assholes. How’d you get away?”

A flash of my sexy vigilante popped into my head and left me momentarily speechless.

“Cooper?”

I blinked Lachlan back into focus. “Luck, I guess. But that must’ve been where I picked the key card up.”

“Well, finally, the truth comes out. Was that so hard?”

“No.” I glared at him. “But I don’t generally run around sharing sources or information about the stories I’m writing. The last thing I need is someone else getting a scoop on something so important. Plus, you’ve seen my place—I kind of need a job.”

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