“Why in the world did you agree to hold onto this?” Blake presses hard to get the guy talking but I squeeze her hand because I think she’s gone too far.
A pair of hazel eyes light up with fire and his voice fills with passion. “If the story is real, it could mean a Pulitzer Prize. Hold on. Is Lance dead? Is that why you’re here?”
“Yeah. Sorry. He was murdered.” I raise my brows when Blake almost denies it but luckily she follows my lead. When Mike doesn’t look too broken up, I move forward with the lie. “I’m guessing you two weren’t close?”
“We were in college. Drifted apart. You know how it is.”
Actually, I don’t, but nod sympathetically. “We wanted to check in with his mom, give our condolences. Do you know where she lives?”
“Let me see. He scrolls through his phone. Here’s her address and phone number. You might want to call her first.”
“Thank you so much. As soon as our story breaks, you’ll be the first we call.” Blakely shakes his hand as do I, then we head out the door, down the elevator and sigh deeply in the lobby.
