I Declined

I handed him the bag.

"Get the fuck out of my house," I said. I threw it at him.

"I'll publish everything I found," he said.

"No one will believe you," I told him. "Besides, it's not like you can link me to the work."

"I'll get you," Harlow said and stormed off. After he'd gone I did worry about whether or not he would put the information out. After a week I hadn't noticed anything so I figured he'd dropped the entire thing.

I went out drinking and saw him. But I stayed away. However, when I went to the restroom, he must have done something. Because when I came back, I drank my drink and things went fuzzy for a while.