Loose morals were Sebastian’s specialty, but he drew the line at harming the defenseless. A line Moss didn’t seem to recognize. Once more, Sebastian congratulated himself on listening to his instincts. His delayed task in New York could wait until he convinced Erin to come home with him before she was taken into custody.

In marked contrast to his restive thoughts, he drawled, “Have they done this before?”

“I explained that. They’re moving to a daily issue. This is the inaugural edition.” Erin twisted around, eager to take it all in, and pain melted into pride. Gabriel had created a superb monument to the family he held so dear. For better or worse, she would be part of this creation and, come what may, part of him. “Gabriel should be proud of himself.”

“Hmm.” Lithely, Sebastian sidled out of the path of two warring reporters who seemed to be disputing the closing bell on Wall Street. The duo stormed by and he had to arch to avoid a collision. He lightly clasped Erin’s arm and tugged her into what appeared to be a safe corner of the bedlam. Guiding them to an alcove, he mocked, “This is the crack team that’s trying to stop a killer?”

“Yes. And who the hell are you?”

Sebastian turned lazily and encountered a pair of glacier gray eyes that perfectly matched the icy voice. “Erin’s best friend. Just wanted to check in on her.”

“Welcome.” The greeting didn’t extend beyond that single word.

Nearly as tall as him, the newcomer wore all black. The gaunt face had the look of culture, but Gabriel could see it was a facade carefully slicked over rougher, less cultivated edges. The primal glint in the black eyes proved his point. “I guess your name is Sebastian.”

A wily grin quirked a mouth women swooned over. The newsman definitely didn’t like him, which suited Sebastian fine. He felt the same instant antipathy.

Gabriel Moss wasn’t a small man, but neither was Sebastian. Still, it was unusual for him to have to look up at anyone, even an inch. He didn’t like the sensation. Irritated, he relied on his preferred weapon. Arrogance. “Way to use your powers of deduction. You’ll be a success yet, young Clark Kent.”

“Sebastian.” Erin shot him an exasperated look. Waves of hostility poured off both men. She had no energy left to referee a mano a mano bout tonight. “Gabriel Moss, meet my oldest friend, Sebastian Cain.” She nudged Sebastian. “Shake hands like good boys,” she instructed.