Chapter 170

Sebastian flinched at Ari’s question, the muscle in his jaw clenching involuntarily. He seemed about to unleash a glare, hot and angry, but something held him back. He settled for a sigh, heavy and laden with regret. ‘Of course I did,’ he muttered, scrubbing a hand through his already messy hair. ‘It’s not like I had much of a choice back then. The letters, they came with these little bundles of cash.’ His voice softened, laced with a hint of self-justification. ‘I was strapped. Seriously strapped. It’s not like I was selling state secrets, alright? The letter writer just wanted Raymond’s itinerary, stuff like that. Dates, locations, the whole celebrity jazz. I figured, hell, if some tabloid reporter can make a buck stalking some pop star, why can’t I?’ He shrugged, a bitter smile playing on his lips for a fleeting moment. ‘So yeah, I did what they asked.’ Ari leaned back in his chair, steepling his fingers in front of his face. ‘You said there was no sender’s address and name. How did