trouble?” Jaz ushered me into a plush sitting room and offered a seat on an overstuffed beige sofa.
“The Legion kind.”
She gasped and I knew I wouldn’t have to expound. “I-Is he . . .?”
Words weren’t really necessary between two people sharing the same exact fears. “He’s not dead.” He couldn’t be. “But he needs our help.”
“Sayer’s always been kind to me.” That didn’t come as a surprise. Sayer was always kind to everyone. “When my brother . . . He was the only family I had left. I was . . . I was a bit of a mess. Sayer helped me when I had no one else. I’ll do whatever it takes to save him. What do you need?”
“Answers. I have all the proof we’ve gathered, so far. It’s damning, but I have no idea what to do with it.”
Jaz leaned back in the arm chair and took a deep breath. “The insurgents have a plan for that information. An organized execution of distribution. If we just throw it out there, it’ll cause chaos. Riots, attacks on anyone associated with the Legion, a complete breakdown of the legal system. It’ll be anarchy.”
“But . . .” Because there was always a ‘but’.
“The insurgent’s plan . . . it could take months to organize. A year.”
“Sayer doesn’t have months! Galen’s had him for days already. We need to act. Now! ”
Jaz ran both hands over her weary face and stared off into space. An endless minute stretched between us before she finally drew herself up and nodded. “There’s a woman, Dev Pierson. She’s the insurgent’s implant in the media industry. She’s up high and itching for action. The Legion murdered her husband. She couldn’t care less about plans, she just wants them to pay. Take that file to her, and I guarantee she’ll make sure the whole world sees it.”
“Where can I find her?” Excitement at finally having a solid course of action ahead of me that led straight back to Sayer had me nearly bouncing in my seat.
“The Zirom building, downtown, though it’s a bit late for that. Spend the night. Go see her in the morning.”
“You don’t know where she lives?” It was more than just impatience—though it was that, too. Strolling into the hub of the news world with my face splattered across every other one of their reports did not sound all that appealing.
“I don’t. I’m sorry. I’ll go with you tomorrow, get her alone somewhere you can speak with her privately.”
I didn’t like the idea of involving her any more than I already had. If she were caught out in public with me, it wouldn’t end well. But what other choice did I really have? “Thank you, Jaz.”
She shook her head on a deep sigh. “I owe Sayer more than this. Let’s get some rest. Tomorrow’s going to be a busy day.”
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The Zirom building glittered in the morning sun like some kind of diamond, blinding me as I pulled into the lot and coasted to a stop.
“You stay here. I’ll call when she’s ready to listen.” The com Jaz handed me was out-of-date, but it would get the job done and was likely untraceable by the Legion.
“Alright. Just hurry.” I hadn’t gotten a wink of sleep, lying awake in Jaz’s guest room, worrying about Sayer, about Dev Pierson, about what would happen when this news broke, if this news broke. We were so close, and yet, so far from ending this.
“I will.” Jaz slipped out of the passenger seat and I watched her sashay her way into the building like she had every right in the world to be there.
Confidence—not to mention her bombshell looks—must really have gone a long way toward opening doors, because less than twenty minutes later the com lit up.
“Jaz?”
“There’s an employee exit around the back of the building. It’s propped open so you can get inside. Take the back stairwell to the third floor. Second door on the left.” She hung up and my scattered brain struggled to keep all of that in order.
The door was easy enough to find, and it led straight to the set of