Chapter 7

That night after work, Laura picked up the phone and called her best friend. “Sarah,” Laura said, “it’s me. I hope you don’t think I’m crazy, but I need your help.”

“Sure, with what?”

“I need your reporter skills. There’s a problem I’d like you to investigate.”

“Of course,” she said. “Are you in trouble?”

“Not me, someone else.” She hesitated. She wasn’t altogether sure if she should be doing this.

“Who then?”

“It’s about Angelo’s business,” she said.

“Say what?”

“I don’t want to talk about it over the phone, can you come over?”

“Yeah, of course, you’ve got me curious. I’m just having dinner, can I come by in about an hour?”

“Sounds good, thanks,” Laura said.

“See you then,” Sarah said and hung up the phone.

Laura decided to make some notes while she waited. She sat down at her computer and did a search for negative news on Tsar Enterprises. She found over a dozen instances. All recent. All saying similar things. All anonymous.

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