He had spent the best part of an hour scrutinising every word as if they would provide a vital clue, but there was nothing hidden or clandestine in the message, it was as simple as could be: a source wanted to sell a story. It was his bread and butter, this is what he did, who he was. James rubbed the back of his neck and swore under his breath. What the hell was he going to do? He considered the possibilities, taking each one to fruition in his mind, and every scenario left him cold. There was no right answer. He picked up his cell phone and texted Megan to tell her he could not see her today but he stopped before he hit send. He had not seen her in over a week; they could not risk being seen. Their relationship had been relegated to marathon phone conversations. He had never spoken on the phone so much in his life. Every night he phoned her after work, just to chat about their day, and feel connected. Throughout the day he would see things and think he must ask Megan what she thought and he felt restless until he heard her voice.
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