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"I'm six weeks overdue to retire, then."
Colter glances between us. "I take it she's not the only troublemaker in her family?"
Dillon throws his head back and laughs. "The only one? Shit, she isn't even the worst one."
"We aren't troublemakers," I protest.
"Charlie couldn't stay out of trouble if you paid her. She was just in here two days ago, causing me problems."
"Okay, so maybe she's the exception," I relent with a laugh. Charlie is kind of a menace.
Dillon smiles, shaking his head. "She isn't the exception, but I'll let you go with that. Why are you here? And does Razor know you're running around with a hockey player?"
"Razor isn't the boss of me," I sniff, rolling my eyes. "Colter's helping me with a story."
"Right." Dillon draws the word out, making it clear he thinks I'm just feeding him a line. "Do you make out in parking lots with everyone who helps you with a story?"
I gape at him. How could he possibly know that?
He points toward the TV.
"Crap," I whisper. It's a live feed showing different angles around the parking lot and inside the building. Every inch of space is covered…including the passenger side of Colter's truck.
"Your lipstick is smudged too."
I turn a dirty glare on Colter, who just shrugs.
"Don't look at me like that, Trouble. You're the one who started it," he reminds me.
"Revisionist history," I mutter, totally fine living in denial.
"You two been drinking the water around here?" Dillon asks, his gaze flickering between us.
"What else would we drink?" Colter eyes him oddly.
I just groan. I've heard the stories about the water in town. They're silly legends. I glance at Colter. Or maybe they aren't.
"Mmhmm." Dillon grins like the dang cat that ate the canary. "Thought so."
Ugh. We don't have time for this.
"We need to know what you know about Gavin Cochran," I say.
Dillon frowns. "Why?"
"I'm not sure yet," I admit. "It may be nothing. Or it could be the biggest scandal in sports history."
"Explain."
"We think he may be paying players to knock other players out of games in some sort of bounty system," I say.
"Why would he do that?"
"Imagine if you could not only bet on games but could bet that a player from X team would be injured, thrown out, or given a specific penalty, " Colter adds.
"Shit."
"Now, imagine if you could bet on which player that would be. That's a whole new revenue stream for bookies, especially if you're taking bets across every sports league."
