I picked Lorne up, on the theory the fewer cars parked in Gavin’s driveway the better—especially on a Tuesday evening when it was doubtful he’d be throwing a party. Neither Gavin nor I wanted to bring attention to his place from the neighbors.
“Let me see the list,” Gavin said the moment we were inside.
“Hello to you, too,” Lorne replied with a brief smile, handing it to him.
“Sorry,” Gavin muttered, already scanning the list. “All reputable publications,” he said when he finished.
“Of course they are,” Lorne replied tartly. “Kyler wasn’t a muckraker. You know that.”
“Yeah, I do. Let’s go into my office. I want to run them, to see if we can find out which one gave Kyler his last assignment.”
As soon as we got there, Gavin booted up his computer then went online, while Lorne and I hov
