"A tip," Eleanore repeated slowly, the words sitting bitter in her mouth. "That's it. Someone handed you a name, and you printed it as fact without a single question asked."
Eleanore had asked about the recent article that tainted her name again. It was a tip too. This was frustrating. Someone was so adamant at ruining her name that she was almost creeped out by it.
"It wasn't quite that simple—"
"It's exactly that simple, Mr. Pattison." Her voice stayed level, but there was an edge to it now that made him flinch. "You took an anonymous claim from a woman, who talked nonsense, attached my name to a murder, and published it as truth. No investigation. No verification. Just ink on a page and my reputation left to absorb whatever came after."
