They fought for who would pay the 75 cents for the scandal filled tabloid, bought two, and started reading right where they stood.
"Jesus," Tyrone said more breathing than actually saying the word. "They're going to make a weekly event of printing every innuendo."
"They have the papers, too," muttered Scott. "The whole blasted lot. And they're printing them." Scott put down the paper. "This makes it a brand new ball game . . ."
"Just what I need," Tyrone said with disgust.
"That's the answer," exclaimed Scott. "The motive. Who's been affected so far?"
"That's the mystery. No one seems to have been affected. What's the answer?" Tyrone demanded loud enough to attract attention. "What's the answer?" he whispered up close.
"It's you." Scott noted.
Tyrone expressed surprise. "What do you mean, me."
"I mean, it seems that the FBI has been affected more than anyone else. You said you're overloaded, and that you can't pay atten- tion to other crimes."
"You're jumping to conclusions." Tyrone didn't follow Scott's reasoning and cocked his head quizzically.