Front Page Betrayal

~Raina~

Jess walked in at five forty-seven.

I knew from her face before she said a word. I had been in the middle of reviewing the final Grand Prix logistics—paddock access, sponsor placements, and the security sweep schedule for tomorrow morning—and I looked up and read her expression and put the tablet down.

"Show me," I said.

She turned her phone toward me.

The New York Chronicle. Investigative