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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 Kylerhis last assignment.”