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BRANDY PRESSED HER hand against the edge of the hotel bedroom desk, forcing herself away from her laptop. She stood as the chair she sat in flipped over. “Naim, come take a look at this. You think this is real?”
He was packing to head to the prison and back to New York. After reading the e-mail, he said, “Hmm, I can’t be sure. You’re a fine reporter that dropped photos of dead justice online,” he replied and heard a ding from the computer. “Killers trust you.”
“Shut up. I got another e-mail,” she said, and pulled up a second e-mail. “And it’s from the same account.”
P.S. For the real press, know that this is not fake news. Believe me! The MPD will confirm that I carved up, stabbed in the heart, and handcuffed two vampires. Off to hell, they went. There’s a new Secretary of Homeland Security, and all perpetrators of crime against humanity will continue to be blessed with Chanel bracelets and jailed in hell.
Brandy picked up the chair and sat at the desk. “Should I contact the FBI Cyber Unit or detective’s pursuing the killers on this case?” The reporter asked the lawyer.
“No, I’ll do it. Forward the e-mail to me to give me a leg to stand on while I put my other one up Shai Brown’s ass.”
“Whoa, be nice, my friend,” she replied, laughing and forwarding the e-mail.
“Oh, this is me being very nice,” he said, pulling his laptop from his briefcase. “But, you doll, have breaking news to report.”
“You want me to publish this?”
“Of course. There’s a jury pool out there, so get to verifying, or whatever, and break your story.”