Peter Brown
Mo snorted. Fake name. Had to be. Peter Brown? The only way it could have been worse was if it had been John Smith.
What’s the name of his media outlet?
June’s reply took a bit longer this time. He continued to work while he waited. His phone pinged.
Obscure Opulence
A few more minutes of digging and he was unsurprised by what he saw. The magazine was real enough, but they didn’t have anyone named Peter Brown listed as writing for them.
Did he send you authentication for who he is and what he’s up to?
The request came from William Pierce. I assumed he was legit. Do you think he isn’t? I could ask for more info. I could say I’m helping Ms. Pierce prepare for the interview.
Mo considered the risks and decided they were minimal.
Go ahead. Let me know what you learn. Thank you.
Not a problem.
Bronwyn stood and let out a small groan as she patted her stomach. She piled her empty dishes onto the cart and wheeled it into the hall. “I shouldn’t have eaten so much, but it was delicious.”
Mo heard the words coming from the front desk but knew they weren’t directed at him.
“I’m glad you enjoyed it,” June said. “But Mr. Quinn gets the credit.”
“I’ll have to thank him too.”
“Yes, ma’am. He was very specific. It’s so sweet the way he’s looking out for you.”
Bronwyn’s reply was too low for him to hear. But then she said, “I’m going to freshen up. I’ll be out of here in the next ten minutes or so. Please make sure the interview space is ready for our guest by three. I’d like to get this over with as soon as possible.”
“Of course.”
Mo waited two minutes before he shut down the computer, grabbed his iPad, and walked into the reception area of the office. June quirked an eyebrow at him.
“I’m going with her,” he said.
“Does she know that?”
“Yes.”
“Seems like she might be giving you the slip.”
“She can try.”
June rolled her eyes. “She usually gets her way.”
“Who gets her way?” Bronwyn paused at June’s desk. Mo wasn’t sure what she’d freshened up. Maybe her lips? They were glossy, and ... he was going to stop looking at them.
“You do,” June answered.
“She’s always been that way.” Mo winked at June. “Remind me to tell you about the time she talked me into—”
“Whatever he was about to say, it isn’t true.”
Mo looked at Bronwyn, then back to June. He stage-whispered, “We’ll talk later.”
