I swallowed hard. “To the lobby. Yeah. Meeting family a few blocks south for dinner.”
“Perfect. Can we talk?”
“Sure.”
“About Mathias Webber?”
“Oh,” I said. “You just missed him.”
“I know. I saw you and wanted your input for an article I’m doing. When he said, ‘Naw. Don’t bother Reed,’ well, I figured there was a story there.”
“Not really. I mean…” I was almost hyperventilating. “We used to train together.”
The elevator started moving.
“Did you part on good terms?”
“Sure.” Cloud-ia would be proud of that lie.
“You don’t have a problem with him being gay, do you?”
“Of course not. Not at all. Who do you write for, again?”
“Out and In. We’re focusing on gay discrimination in sports.”
“Is there such a thing?”
“Are you serious?” The question came on a humorless chuckle.
“I guess n
