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I sighed and nodded. "It's always off the record with my friends. I don't know why I need to keep reminding everyone of this lately."

She laughed as she stepped on the foot pedal, opening the trash bin and tossing the balled-up sanitary bed paper into it. "Because we know how the media works."

"That's not fair. I'm not like that."

"We know—" Becca froze, the smile on her face falling for a split moment before waving me backward. "Hide."

Kip is going to kill me.

I stepped backward into the dark office space, closed the door to only a crack, then waited.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Rogers."

"I've told you to stop calling me that."

"Thanks, Jim. I'll get him finished up right away, then come get you."

"Warden wants me to stay with him, as always."

"About that, I was reading up on HIPAA and ethical guidelines—"

"Don't bust my balls, Becca." The officer stepped up to Kane and transferred his cuff to a makeshift hook embedded in the wall near the bed.

"Thank you."

"If Warden Karnes gets wind of this… I never left this room. You hear me." He pointed his finger at her.

"No problemo." She gave him her best smile, and he gave Kane a once over before stepping out of the room and shutting the door behind him.

"You can come out now," Becca whispered.

I cracked the door and walked into the room, Kane's eyes growing wide.

"Who is she?"

Becca put her finger to her lips. "Shhh. She's a friend."

"What do you want?"

"My name is Ava. I work forThe Riverfield Chronicle.I'm here following a lead from an anonymous source who listed your name."

He raised a brow and huffed as Becca took his vitals.

"Are you working on a story?"

I snorted. "Sort of."

"And you want my help because?"

"Well, have you ever heard of NeuraZene? Or NZene—"

"NZene for short?" He sighed.

"So you’ve heard of it?"

"The question is…how haveyou?"

"A source."

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