Chapter 8

“Reid,” the reporter replied. “Can I come up for a few minutes?”

With a sigh, Michael pushed the button to let him in. A couple of minutes later there was a knock on the door. Michael opened it, stepping aside so Reid could enter.

“Why are you here?” Michael asked.

Reid shrugged as he looked around. “Nice place.”

“I like it. And you didn’t answer my question.”

“Would you believe me if I said I was in the neighborhood, so…”

“Nope.”

Reid laughed. “Smart man.” He went out onto the balcony. “Good view of the city,” he commented when Michael followed—leaning against the doorframe.

“Are you always this nosy?” Michael asked.

“I’m a reporter. Of course I am,” Reid replied, grinning. “Actually, I do have a reason to be here, besides to see you.”

“Excuse me? To see me? What does that mean?”

“Exactly what it sounds like. But I’ll get to that later. First off, I had another talk with the good detective. He told me more about Ms. Lee.”