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Jethro followed Townsend into his study.
“Have a seat.” The reporter shut the door behind them and walked to his desk. “Since you’re here late and alone, I’m assuming you’ve come to collect your pound of flesh.”
“I’ve always appreciated intelligence. It saves so much time.” Jethro smiled as he sat. “And I can’t stay long.” He still needed to go to Stella’s apartment.
“What do you want?” Townsend sat behind his desk.
“Nothing much.”
“In my experience, that always means it’s a lot.”
“All things considered, what I’m asking is nothing compared to what I did for you.”
“I’ll be the judge of that.”
“Fair enough.” He didn’t care what Townsend thought about this favor, as long as he did it. “Stella was attacked tonight. She needs somewhere to stay.”
“Is she okay?” Townsend’s exp
