“Daniel Frost,” Cloe said. “How did you get this number.”
She had typed it before she could stop herself. Not hostile. Just direct. She was done with unknown numbers and convenient timing and people appearing at moments that felt too well placed to be accidental.
The response came in under a minute.
Peter Osei gave it to me. We’ve worked together before. He vouches for me. I’m the journalist Sandra approached with the original story. I didn’t publish it. I thought you should know why.
Cloe stared at the screen.
She read it twice and then she called Peter.
He answered on the third ring. “I was going to call you today,” he said. “Daniel contacted me last night. He’s legitimate. He’s the one who flagged the story to the journalism ethics board after Sandra approached him. He refused to
