Tyrone stopped in mid-sip of his hot coffee. "What blackmail?" The frozen visage caught Scott off guard. They rarely spoke of their respective jobs in any detail, preferring to remain at a measured professional distance. The years of dedication invested in their friendship, even after to everyones' surprise, Maggie up and left for California were not to be put in jeoprady unneces- sarily. Thus far their interests had not sufficiently overlapped to be of concern. "It's a story, that, well, doesn't have enough to go into print, but, it's there, I know it. Off the record, ok?" Scott wanted to talk. "Mums the word." "A few days ago I received some revealing documents papers on a certain company. I can't say which one." He looked at Tyrone for approval. "Whatever," Tyrone urged anxiously. Scott told Tyrone about his nameless and faceless donor and what Higgins had said about the McMillan situation and the legality of the apparently purloined information. Tyrone listened in fasci- nation as Scott outline a few inner sanctum secrets to which he was privy. Tyrone got a shiver up his spine. He tried to disguise it. "Can I ask you a question?" Tyrone quietly asked. "Sure. Go for it." "Was one of the companies Amalgamated General?" Scott shot Tyrone a look they belied the answer. "How did you know?" Scott asked suspiciously. "And would another be First Federated or State National Bank?" Tyrone tried to subdue his concern. All he needed was the press on this. Scott could not hide his surprise. "Yeah! And a bunch of others. How'd you know?" Tyrone retreated back into his professional FBI persona. "Lucky guess." "Bullshit. What's up?" Scott's reporter mindset replaced that of the lazy commuter. "Nothing, just a coincidence." Tyrone picked up a newspaper and buried his face behind it. "Hey, Ty. Talk ol' buddy." "I can't and you know it." Tyrone sounded adamant. "As a friend? I'll buy you a lollipop?" Scott joked. Ty snickered. "You know the rules, I can't talk about a case in progress." "So there is a case? What is it?" Scott probed. "I didn't say that there was a case," Ty countered. "Yes you did. Case in progress were your words, not mine. C'mon what's up?" "Shit, you media types." Tyrone gave himself a few seconds to think. "I'll never know why you became a reporter. You used to be a much nicer pain in the ass before you became so nosy." Scott sat silently, enjoying Ty's awkwardness. Tyrone hated to compromise the sanctity of his position, but he realized that he, too, needed some help. Since he hadn't read any of this in the papers, there had to be journalistic responsi- bility from both Scott and the paper. "Off, off, off the record. Clear?" He was serious. "Done." The train rumbled into the tunnel at the Northern tip of Manhat- tan. They had to raise their voices to hear each other, but that meant they couldn't be heard either.