Chapter Eight
Mitch was at my desk waiting for me when I got back to the office.
“So, what happened?” he asked.
“Not much,” I lied. Mitch narrowed his eyes at me and crossed his arms over his chest.
“I think you’re one of the worst liars I’ve ever met,” he said.
“You aren’t the first person to tell me that,” I said. I fell down into my chair, all my energy drained from my conversation with Mueller and Raina.
“Are you in any kind of trouble?” Mitch asked.
“No, thank goodness,” I said. “They just wanted to ask me about what I’d seen.”
It wasn’t the entire truth, but it was close enough.
“So, where are you with your story now?” Mitch asked.
“Good question. I thought I had some leads, but they’ve all turned up to be dead-ends so far,” I said. Mitch frowned.
“You don’t have anything
