And he’s utilizing his church connections from his residence state to do it.

She informed me about it the week earlier than over lunch. She was as soon as a kind of adolescents who was pushed right into a troubled teen program within the church. They informed her they have been sending her to a boot camp, the place she was compelled into working twelve-hour shifts, off-the-books at a number of eating places.

Once I informed her I wanted extra proof, she informed me about her boyfriend. He was one of many drivers on this smuggling ring who was keen to speak.

Me: I’ll be there.

I head again to my workplace feeling like I’ve simply gotten near cracking this investigation huge open. One million ideas run by means of my head as I make my solution to the fifth flooring of the constructing.

“Kennedy,” the receptionist calls out. “You’ve got a customer.”

I frown, not anticipating anybody. “Who’s it?”

She stretches out her hand, however a male voice interrupts earlier than she will reply.

“The one and solely Sebastian Blackmon.”

I spin on my heels and are available face-to-face with him.

He smiles brazenly, nevertheless it doesn’t attain his eyes. “I hear you’ve been on the lookout for me.”

CHAPTER 30

Kennedy

I peer over my shoulder as I stride down the hallway to one of many open convention rooms.

Blackmon winks at me, that grin nonetheless on his face. He is aware of he’s stunned me by exhibiting up out of the blue.

“This one is open for the following hour,” the receptionist says as she extends her arm and exhibits us into the room.

“Thanks.” I nod earlier than getting into. “Please have a seat, Mr. Blackmon,” I say cordially.

Blackmon chooses to take a seat on the head of the desk.

As soon as we’re alone, I take my very own seat midway down the lengthy boardroom desk.

“What can I do for you, Mr. Blackmon?” I ask.

He glances across the room earlier than a frown seems on his face. “Newspapers aren’t bringing within the cash like they used to, huh?”

“That is one division of a whole media outlet,” I remind him, a phony smile on my face. “However the information does simply wonderful.”

He snorts. “Tv information, perhaps. Web movies, perhaps, however written press?” He shakes his head. Then he meets my gaze. “Which might be why reporters like you might be operating round making an attempt to invent tales and throwing good businessmen like me underneath the bus.”

His tone loses the faux friendliness with every phrase.

I sit ahead. “Mr. Blackmon, why would I need to invent something when the reality is damning sufficient?”

Any semblance of a smile utterly disappears after that query.

“You haven’t any thought what you’re speaking about,” he replies.

“I don’t? Then why would you come to my workplace out of the blue?”

“You reached out to my workplace months in the past for an interview,” he says.

“To which I bought no reply.”

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