I stared at Josh's Instagram page on my phone, scrolling through his feed filled with endless posts about journalistic integrity and truth-seeking. His most recent post was a selfie outside my hospital room with a dramatic caption about "hunting down the elite criminals of Oceanion."
"Mrs. Sterling." Josh's voice made me look up. He stood in the doorway, Captain Donovan's firm hand on his shoulder. "I wanted to apologize for my behavior, but I need you to understand something first."
I set my phone down. "What's that?"
Josh's eyes blazed with misplaced righteousness. "I may have been wrong about you being Ms. S, but that doesn't change what I saw. You were handing cash to a witness in a murder investigation."
"You've misunderstood the situation entirely," I replied calmly.
"Have I?" He stepped forward, shaking off Donovan's grip. "I've studied journalism ethics for years. I know intimidation when I see it."
