HIS Choice: An H.I.S. Novel (H.I.S. series Book 2) by Sheila Kell Read Free Book Online Page A

for justice too. I fight for justice.” He was a typical policeman. They should thank reporters not berate them. Many times the reporter uncovered information the police couldn’t. Reporters broke the news. So what if they sometimes beat the police to it?
    Many times her mother had reminded her that the early bird got the worm. Of course that’d been when she’d try to get Megan out of bed early on a Saturday. Reporters were the early birds.
    He waved her off. “Spare me the free speech lecture. I heard enough of it from your boss. Right now, I’m concerned for you.”
    Okay, he puzzled her. Were his hot and cold statements his version of good cop, bad cop? Or did he have a personality disorder?
    “You put a picture of a drug dealer and a buyer, a councilman at that, in your newspaper. Your name is on the article.” He pointed at it. “You’ve interfered with a dealer’s livelihood, and he’s not going to be happy.”
    Wait until he heard what else she’d witnessed. No matter what he said, it would make the paper before she reported it to him.
    “I’m glad if I stopped him from dealing. He should be arrested and not be on the streets.”
    “Do you realize how dangerous these people are? What you did was stupid. You just made an enemy, and you don’t want Magic Shop as an enemy. You need to stop digging into their activities. People who anger them tend to disappear.”
    Kevin’s face came to mind and how the police had blown her off, stating he’d probably just skipped town. She knew better.
    She stopped her anger from rising about Kevin. Shrugging her shoulders nonchalantly, she responded, “I make enemies all of the time. I’ve received so many threats, I’ve lost count. I’m not stopping. It’s my job.” He wasted his breath if he thought he could scare her off. She knew it was dangerous, but for her brother’s sake, she refused to quit.
    “I wouldn’t blow off a threat from Magic Shop if I were you. Leave exposing organized crime to us.”
    Yeah right. Sure she would. They were obviously so good at taking care of Magic Shop that she caught several drug dealers operating in the open.
    “Detective Cooper, I’m a journalist. I’ll do my job. I won’t let someone scare me off. I will find out who the Magician is.” Her heart seized at the thought of walking away from her brother’s killer. It wouldn’ t happen.
    He shifted in his seat. “We’re investigating them, and I’d rather you stopped. This is serious,” he paused. “Just be careful.”
    He kept surprising her.
    “Okay, settle in because we’re here for a while. We’ll go through your night and each of these pictures.” He reached down and plugged the thumb drive into his computer.
    She inwardly groaned at the thought. She’d survive if that’s what it took to keep her from fighting a ridiculous obstruction charge.
    * * * * *
    Megan rubbed her gloved hands up and down her arms and stomped her feet to keep warm. She looked skyward and hoped the sun would win its battle of attempting to peek out of the fast moving, gray clouds before it set. Light flakes of snow landed on her face. She wished she could convince her sources to meet at a Starbucks instead of out in the bone-chilling cold on a street corner just outside Magic Shop territory.
    Raven, a tall, thin, African American man in his twenties who continuously stroked his goatee when he spoke, was her best source. He didn’t know the names of the men in the photos, but told her he’d seen the two suspected officers around before, once in uniform. He also confirmed the other two were a couple of the organization’s problem solvers. After speaking with Tyrone, her heart beat a little faster. She had his name. AJ. No last name, just AJ. The object of her desire, the man who’d scared her half to death and then invaded her dreams, now had a name.
    She returned to the newsroom to submit the article about AJ. She’d received a long lecture from Kristen about watching the