“You’re K.J. Smith?!” Tony asked. When Jackson had mentioned the “relentless crime reporter,” Tony had pictured a middle aged man with a yellow notepad and a press badge.
“The one and only,” K.J. replied. She seemed amused by his reaction. If he had to guess, he’d say it’s one she’d encountered before.
“Give me 15 minutes and I’ll meet you in the lobby,” he told her before shutting the door.
Tony wasn’t sure why he had agreed to talk with her. He held no particular affinity for journalists, despite having been one for a year. Furthermore, knocking on his door at 9:30 in the morning after the night he had was not a good way to ensure his cooperation. At the same time, he wanted to know what was going on around here. Jackson made it pretty clear he wouldn’t tell Tony any more than he had to.

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