I said softly. “It sounds really juicy.”He tossed his head back and laughed. “Now, you’re enough of a detective to know that I can’t tell you what I’ve got. As far as I know, you’d scamper off in those cute little red pedal pushers and tell someone before I could market the information.”Obviously there was no point in explaining to a big know-it-all like Jed that they were capris.“Come on. I’m a crime reporter. I just want it for background.”“No can do.”“Then why’d you have me come all the way up here?” I asked.“On the phone you said you were interested in knowing if I’d spoken to Mona that night. I thought I’d be a nice guy and tell you.“And besides,” he added, smiling, “I thought you might actually be able to help me a little—in exchange for what I passed along to you.”I felt an urge to wipe the stupid grin off his face with my purse, but instead I smiled sweetly. There was still a slim chance that if I played nice, I might extract more from him.“Sure.
