"I'm supposed to believe these far fetched stories? Do you know what happened to me the last time I went on a wild goose chase after something this bizarre?"
My mind was still reeling after Nick showed up at the door. Something about Nick made me uneasy, which led to this phone call.
"I know. I read all about it. You tried to take on OCS industries over that mass murder that happened a few years back. You claimed to the world you had the evidence to expose them, and then when the day came you backed down, saying it was a lie. Before the incident you were famous for your exuberant attitude; your unafraid, and unrelenting search for the next big thing. From what I read you always had a joke to say, but afterward . . . afterward you pulled back, got quiet and kept your head down."
The silence on the other end of the phone lasted for a while.
"I lost everything because of that. My job, my family, all of my friends; all gone because I didn't know when to back down."
This wasn't why I'd called. The only reason I cared about his past was because I knew it could get him to do what I needed. I don't usually do things that are so underhanded, but my friends were at stake. Nick Brown was dangerous.
"What if I could get you proof of something bigger than that story? If I could give you a story like no one has ever seen, would you do some digging on someone?"
"I'm not a reporter anymore. Call the tabloids."
"My friends could be in danger. I need someone who would actually be able to help."
"I'm sorry."
I had only one more option. "Fine, we're going to be in your area tomorrow. If you want, you can tag along on the case we're working on. Once you see the things we get tangled in, then you might change your mind."
"If this is a wild goose chase then I'm going to charge you for my time. What's that guy’s name that you want me to check out?"
"Nick Brown."
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