“Let’s just say someone is looking out for you.”
“Does this have anything to do with the woman I met at that club in Manhattan Beach? She’s the only other person who knew I planned on coming here.”
I feigned ignorance. “Club?”
He didn’t believe that for a second. “How are you connected withThe Hades?”
“I’m not. Just a friendly guy advising you to pass this one up. For tonight, at least.”
He looked over my shoulder. “That makes me more intrigued.”
“Suppress your fascination.”
“Sorry, didn’t catch your name?”
“Go home.”
“I’m looking for someone.”
“Who?”
He smirked. “There’s definitely a story here.”
“Look, I’m not gonna lie, you’ve bothered a dangerous man, but I’m not associated with them. Just so we’re clear.”
He studied my tattooed hand. “Were you waiting for me?”
“No.”
“Why would you want to put me off this investigation?”
“What do you have so far?” I asked.
“Nice try.”
“This is how you show your professionalism.”
“I’m not the one hiding something. You are.” He waved at me. “Out of the way, please.”
I’d blocked him with my body.
“Excuse me.”
“This is what I know about you. You’re a distinguished journalist. You fight for the underdog. Offering your skills to deserving citizens. But this one is too risky. You need to do more research.”
“Are you an undercover cop?” He glanced at my inked hand again.
“I’m concerned for your safety.”
“That a threat?”
“Not from me.”
“You’re trying to convince me you’re a man of integrity. Yet you won’t tell me your name.”
“Irrelevant.”
“Give me one good reason to walk away?”