Ryan had just showered—again—and pulled on clean jeans and a T-shirt before heading next door when his cell rang. He looked at the readout. Walt. Of course. Probably more bad news. The man had been calling daily with updates on damage control. He knew agent had the publicity and image people working overtime to spin this and dump all the dirt on Marlo, but it wasn't happening fast enough to suit Ryan.

"I hope you have something good to tell me for a change," he ...