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“I did mark a few places that concern me. Some of the research I did right before I left isn’t connecting.”
“Tell me,” she says eagerly, because that’s Cat. She is all about telling the best story.
We start going through the sections I’ve marked, and hours pass in which I can’t help but anticipate Cole’s call that doesn’t come. He’s either still in his meeting or just can’t talk freely, and I’d rather wait than rush with him, anyway. Just as long as we can talk before I’m faced with tonight’s decision, I’ll be happy.
It’s near noon when we both shove down bagels and try to wrap up. “I still need an interview with the twin brother,” Cat says. “This is his sister, and his life was torn apart as well.”
“He told me he’d talk to you,” I say. “I pre-screened him weeks ago.”
She holds her hands up. “I know, but he changed his tune. He won’t talk to me. I’ve tried. I’ve given up.”
“I connected with him,” I say, grabbing a file on the counter to look up his number. “I’ll call him and see if I can recreate that and convince him to talk to you.”
“Thank you,” she says. “But FYI, my public persona seems to really turn him off and I get it. He’s been abused by the press.”
“He has,” I say. “And some pretty horrible things were said about his sister, and even assumed about him as her twin.”
“Exactly,” she says. “He had to leave his employer and do contract computer programming. It ruined his life and hers.”
“Which is why he needs to speak out,” I say, punching his number in my cell phone, and he answers quickly. “Hello.”
“Dillon, hi. This is Lori Havens. Do you remember me? We spoke once before.”
“I remember you. You’re working on that book with Cat Summer.”
“I just read the book,” I say, baiting his curiosity, infusing my voice with the excitement I genuinely feel for the project.
“And?”
“It would be perfect if it had your viewpoint,” I say. “How can Cat tell this story without showing how the failure of the justice system destroyed everyone in your circle? We need to make sure this doesn’t happen to other people.”
“How do I know that’s how she’ll represent this?” he demands. “I don’t want to be a pawn, used for headlines and scandal.”
I look at Cat. “I think you should ask her that question. Look into Cat’s eyes, and I promise you, you’ll know she’s a good person. Read her ‘Cat Does Crime’ columns. She’s the right voice to tell this story.”
“I’ve read her stuff,” he says. “It seems okay.”
“Then you’ll talk to her?” I ask, seeing his reply as an olive branch. “Just talk to her, interview her.”
“I’ll talk to you.”
“Can I bring her?”
“Yes,” he says sounding irritated. “Bring her. This afternoon.”
“What time?” I ask.
“Three o’ clock.”
“Well see you then.” We disconnect, and I set my phone down. “I know the party is tonight, but he said he’d see us today, and I didn’t want to talk myself out of it. Three o’clock.”
“You’re brilliant,” Cat declares.
“Which is why we hired her,” Reese says, joining us and quickly stepping to Cat’s side.
A tingle along my skin tells me Cole is behind me, and I twist around in my seat to find Reese headed toward Cat, and Cole leaning one shoulder on the archway, and Lord help me, my adrenaline spikes and my heart starts racing. He’s gorgeous. He’s here. He’s intensely focused on me, his expression unreadable, but there is an edge to him, a cutting undercurrent I’ve seen in him before now, just not directed at me. It’s definitely directed at me now. “Walk me to the elevator, Lori?”
Our phone call is here and now, in person. Somehow, that’s so much more intense. “Yes. Of course.”
