_Rowena’s POV_
I found Kasper at the hotel restaurant eating breakfast like a man who had already been awake for three hours and was fueling up for whatever came next. Yes, he came.
He looked up when I sat down across from him and read my face in about two seconds.
“You saw it,” he said.
“I saw it,” I replied.
He put his fork down.
“He named himself as the source,” I said. “He didn’t hide behind an anonymous tip or a spokesperson. He put his name on it and sent it to three outlets at two in the morning.” I picked up the coffee that was already on the table and drank some of it. “He’s not just desperate. He’s reckless.”
“Reckless people make mistakes,” Kasper said.
“He’s been making mistakes for weeks,” I said. “I’ve been patient about it because I had other things
