"Will you make me an offer I can't refuse?" Nothing, Travis reckoned, was going right today so may as well go out on a good old Cosa Nostra cliche. This was Chicago, after all. The woman permitted a smile to touch the corners of her lips. Neither edge reached her sloe-dark eyes. "Mr Dunning, let me be blunt. I will pay you enough to finance your hack of a career for the next year while you peddle around the slum pits of this city looking for a story." Replace 'story' with the word 'slime'.