Andrew let himself in Emma's apartment. Milo went up to him and meowed. Andrew patted him on his head and went upstairs to see what Emma was up to. She had texted him earlier and told him to come as soon as possible but not to disturb her if she was working.

He pushed open her bedroom door and poked his head inside.

"I told you not to distract me," Emma looked up.

"Hey, I'm just looking," Andrew shrugged.

"Not with that cute face you're not. That face is distracting," Emma smiled.

Andrew took it as a cue to enter. "You're cuter," he smiled.

"Of course not," said Emma. "Now onto business."

Andrew pouted.

"Be serious," Emma poked his arm. "I have a lot of new information."

"Shoot," Andrew made himself comfortable on Emma's bed.

Emma narrated her interviews with Jeff and Stacey.

"You shouldn't meet Jeff alone even if you've teamed up with him," said Andrew.

"Out of all the things you could have said, you chose to say that." Emma rolled her eyes.

"I'm just worried about you, Em. No need to take any risks."

"I won't," said Emma. "I'll be careful."

"You did get a whole lot of new information today," said Andrew.

"Yeah. Foul mouthed Stacey was really helpful," replied Emma.

"So now you've got how many suspects?" asked Andrew.

"Four. Jeff, Stacey, Trevor and the drug dealer," Emma counted them on her fingers.

"Five, actually. You forgot the mystery girl," corrected Andrew.

"So you were actually listening," Emma laughed. "I need to find out more about the drug dealer though."

"I always listen. Just don't get into trouble," said Andrew.

"I won't," replied Emma.

"Good. Now come here, my future columnist," he patted the bed beside him.

Emma laughed as she got up to join him.

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