Leaving Ralph's place, James leaned back in the driver's seat of the Gemera, his mind racing faster than the car on the streets of Los Angeles.
He knew exactly what he needed to do next — find a young, hungry female reporter who could detonate the evidence against the McCullens in the biggest, most public way possible.
The goal was simple: humiliate the McCullens so thoroughly that their name would be radioactive. Untouchable and unredeemable.
But knowing what to do was easy. Figuring out how to do it was the hard part.
"Where the hell am I supposed to find someone like that?" James muttered under his breath, steering the Gemera down the boulevard.
Sure, finding female reporters wasn't difficult. A quick search on LinkedIn or a glance through any digital newsroom would throw up hundreds of names. But finding the right one? The one with the fire — the desperation — that wasn't so common.
