Useful.
Dangerous.
Enough to make men nervous if it reached the right hands.
“Reporter tomorrow morning?” I asked.
“Investigative desk. I know someone.”
“Does the reporter know you’re bringing this?”
“Yes.”
“Then they may know too.”
Pierce went still.
There it was.
He hadn’t considered the leak close to the reporter. Smart men often missed danger when it came through the one door they wanted to trust.
Dex glanced in the mirror. “Coupe closing.”
I looked back.
Reyes had cut the distance. He was done watching. Maybe he’d gotten orders. Maybe he’d realized where we were headed. Either way, his patience had expired.
“Hold him,” I said.
Dex smiled slightly. “Gladly.”
He took the next turn too hard for ordinary traffic. Tires complained, but he kept control. Pierce grabbed the se
