“Not the same.” That, at least, was the truth, or it was in Marie’s case.
“Close enough,” she returned.
“Monica, trust me, I’m givin’ you good advice on this one.”
“You’re tryin’ to gag the press.”
That pissed Colt off. Sure, that’s exactly what he was doing but he hadn’t put up with her shit and played her game for years to have her call him on something she had to know was important.
His voice dipped lower when he said, “You pay attention, you’ll see I’m tryin’ to give you somethin’. You don’t play, this ends, you got nothin’.” Her interest was even more piqued, he saw that too.
“You want this, you gotta give me more,” she pushed him, the greedy bitch.
“More than exclusive?” he asked.
“You gotta give me Cal Johnson.”
“Old news, Monica, you reported on that this week.”
“Not with an interview with the cop who got him to roll over.”
Colt couldn’t see it as news, just her way of taking his time, something she liked to do.
“No one’s interested in that shit.”
“Yeah, you’re right,” she said agreeably. “So, instead, I’ll take you and Feb.”
Colt swallowed a growl. She had that all along. She knew the murders were linked with him and Feb and she wanted it all.
She squeezed his arm, getting excited. “High school sweethearts, brought back together by murder and mayhem,” she leaned in, “hell, this could be a book.”
“It’s not gonna happen,” Colt told her.
She squeezed his arm again. “That’s my offer. I lay low until this busts and then you give me the real exclusive.”
“You don’t lay low, you don’t get jack shit,” he returned.
She dropped his arm, leaned back and grinned again, thinking she was calling his bluff. “I could live with that.”
Colt shook his head but smiled, leaning back himself, calling hers. “Nope, Monica, run it and for the next forty years you’ll kick yourself.”
Her head jerked and her lips parted before she gave it away. “We’re not talkin’ The Star here, are we?”
Colt knew reporters would soon be crawling all over town. This shit was going to be big news and national and Monica wasn’t wrong, it was worthy of a book and probably some hotshot would even make a movie out of it. If it had to be someone might as well be one of their own but even so, Colt had no intention of handing her him and Feb. And given the fact she’d made a lot of enemies in that town, folk wouldn’t care Monica was one of their own. They’d talk to anyone about what they knew about Feb and Colt before they’d spill to Monica. She’d fucked herself.
Therefore Colt bit back a smile before he replied, “Book tours.”
Greed suffused her face and her grin turned to a smile.
“Exclusive?” she pressed his promise.
“I’ll talk to Sully.” And he would talk to Sully and maybe Sully would give it to her, if he felt generous but that was doubtful. Colt wasn’t going to go after the Feds. They might talk, they might not. They wanted to seal their retirement by resigning and making their own deals, he wasn’t going to hand them to Monica.
Luckily, she didn’t think to pursue that.
“I’ll be expecting your call to confirm,” she said.
“Don’t. I won’t call. This is trust or we got nothin’.” Sully might screw her, Colt knew, and he had no problem with that since he intended to do it himself.
“You think I’ll leave with that?” she asked.
“Life is risk, what I’m tellin’ you, this one is worth takin’.”
She stared at him longer than was comfortable but Colt withstood it. Then she reached out and clutched his arm one more time before turning and walking away.
Colt had no idea if he’d contained her or not but he hoped he did. It was Saturday, the Gazette didn’t run until Wednesday. Denny would probably be caught by then, God willing. She shopped this to The Star, it was likely they’d screw her and hand it to someone on staff. They had far better resources than Monica and the Gazette. They wouldn’t give her access to those, no way they’d work with her and she likely knew it. She was fucked if she tipped it now.
“Need to call the janitor, mop up the slime trail she left,” Betsy commented from beside him, Colt turned and grinned at her.
“Tell him to prepare, Bets, another coupla days we’ll be drippin’ with it.”
“Can’t wait,” she muttered.
Colt laughed quietly then said, “Later.”
She turned to him and her annoyance fled, light hitting her eyes before she said, “Have fun with Feb.”