The Scoop That Could Kill Me

THE city hummed like a living thing at night, lights glimmering on the river like scattered stars.

Inside the marble-floored office of Senator Richard Valdez, the air was thick, almost suffocating. His reputation preceded him: cunning, ruthless, impossibly wealthy, and dangerously charming.

And yet tonight, he wasn’t preparing a speech, nor negotiating deals, nor planning political maneuvering.

He was watching her.

Clementine Bennett, the journalist, had walked ...