London by A C Fuller

Author:A C Fuller [Fuller, A C]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Vivid Books
Published: 2019-11-14T16:00:00+00:00

9

Cole hung up and sat in front of her laptop. She tried to focus on typing notes, but her mind kept returning to Warren. In their relationship, he was usually the less cynical of the two. Just as she was making progress on the case, he sounded like he wanted to quit.

Maybe it was a temporary lull in enthusiasm. He'd been ten yards from getting blown up. Still, it concerned her. She assumed some of his optimism came from the fact that he'd gone through AA and faced down so many of his demons. What would happen if they resurfaced?

Her phone dinged with a text from Brian McPherson, one of the business reporters she'd contacted earlier. She'd helped him out of a jam with their boss his first week at the Sun. Her phone dinged again as she was reading the first text. Then again. And again.

Five, six, seven text messages came, all from McPherson. The first was a long message, but the rest were images. She clicked one at random. At first she was confused. A pink-faced Martin Price held a martini, his arm around a woman thirty years his junior. Next to them, sitting at a table in what appeared to be a fancy restaurant, was someone Cole recognized but couldn't quite place. Was it…

What?

It was Alvin Meyers, the former Vice President.

Her mind went blank, like something inside her had to make room for what was about to happen. She sat on a chair next to the window, which she opened a crack, letting in a freezing stream of air.

Texts were still arriving. More photos.

She read the message.

Jane,

This is absolutely off-the-record and confidential. But I trust you. Owe you. You asked re: Martin Price, and I know something no one else does. Price is reclusive—I think you know. No interviews, etc. Six years ago he created an Instagram account under a fake name. Johnny Galt. I don't think the Atlas Shrugged reference was an accident. Private account. I worked for him ten years ago and followed his Instagram before he made it private. Also under a pseudonym.

Last six years I've spied on his posts, which he thinks can only be seen by his 20 or 30 followers. He uses the account to show lifestyle and network. Pure vanity. He deleted the account 10 days ago. When the Ambani shooter used his rooftop, I wondered about a connection, but couldn't find one. Then Meyers died. Look at the photos. I'm sending screenshots dating back to the beginning. A who's who of famous men and a few women.

I never have and never would use this for a story. It's given me some angles to research, but I'm out of my depth. Hope you're not.

The photo of Martin Price with the Vice President was from four years ago. She kept scrolling, past photos of Price with people she didn't recognize. All looked rich. Most were at dinner tables in fancy restaurants. The texts stopped coming and her eye stopped on the last photo.

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