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“I told my chief that I saw you, and I wanted to try getting you to agree to an interview. I took a photo to prove you were really right in front of me.”
Seth frowned. “Why do you have to do that? You could simply approach her for an interview.”
“I’m under strict instructions to enjoy my time off and not think about work.” Glen patted his chest. “Because my heart apparently needs it.”
And Seth just slammed him against a tree.
Glen gestured toward Clary. “But then you appeared right in front of me. I wasn’t chasing after a story. You appeared, so there’s no reason for me not to pursue a chance for an interview, right?”
Clary had to laugh. “I’m not interested.” She turned, and Glen reached out to grab her, but Seth intercepted Glen’s hand.
“She said she isn’t interested,” Seth said and released the hand.
“I promise I’ll be fair.” Glen stuffed his hands into his pants pockets. “I’m not out to tear you down.”
Clary shook her head.
“You have to speak to the press eventually. If I’m the one to release it, people will know it’s a fair assessment of the situation. Press conferences never show the full picture. If you want people to trust the bank again, I’m the best person you can speak with.”
Clary thought about it for a moment. It wasn’t as if she hadn’t cooperated with the press before. She knew how powerful the written word could be, but she didn’t want to waste time with the press. “Not right now.”
Perhaps after things were more settled at work. She wanted to fix whatever she could first before talking about it.
“Blessed Christmas.” She turned again, and this time, Glen didn’t stop her.
Not with actions, anyway.
“You’re the one who gave Emily Bennett the lead that led her to the sex-trafficking ring, right?”
Clary paused.
“Emily didn’t tell me anything,” he said. “I was going after a drug cartel, and our paths crossed. She gave me some leads, and I did my homework to see if she was trustworthy.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Clary continued walking.
“What I’m trying to prove is that I always do my homework. You can check out my work. I’m always fair.” Glen ran ahead and spun around with a business card in hand. “Ask Emily. I’m not in the business of dragging innocent people through the mud.”
Clary stared at the business card. “I’m not ready for an interview.”
“When you’re ready, then.” Glen pushed the card toward her. “I’m just asking for consideration.”
“What if I decide to go with Emily instead?”
“She’s retired.”
Clary shrugged. “She has connections. I’m sure she’ll make it work.”
Glen sighed. “Then I have nothing to say. I owe her one.”
Clary took the card. “I’ll think about it.”
“Thank you.” Glen looked over at Seth. “I apologize for alarming you.”
Seth watched Glen walk away before turning to her. “What was that about the sex-trafficking ring?” He took her hand, and they continued toward the car.
“A child I was working with had been rescued from a man who wasn’t her father. She wasn’t willing to talk to anyone. We found a home for her, and I kept going to visit her. Eventually, she confided in her foster mother and me about what happened. She was only eight, so she couldn’t really explain what exactly happened.” Clary sighed softly. “But it sounded like she’d been sold and exchanged to several men. The way she described it sounded like an organized group.
“I went to the police, and they said there wasn’t enough for them to do anything. I didn’t want to keep pressing a child about her horrific memories, so I reached out to a reporter I’d once worked with—Emily Bennett.” She laughed once. “And Emily threw herself into it. From the vague information I gave her, she tracked the operation to Syria and Russia. She exposed and took down the trafficking ring.”
