Daz could hardly believe this final bit of good fortune. Seemed like he was really on a roll. Some fantastic footage now resided in his camera, material for half a dozen great stories he felt sure local stations would fight to feature. He’d sign some good contracts tomorrow since news needed to be fresh. Best of all, though, he was lying right beside Blaine Darby, less than an arms’ length apart.
He could tell by the other man’s small sounds and restlessness that he was not asleep. Even if it took more courage than facing down the federal agent, he had to ask. “I think I could help you relax. Will you let me? I’m told I give a damn fine BJ.”
He heard Blaine’s sharp intake of breath, followed by a pregnant pause. Then after a moment:
“Did I just hear what I think I heard? You’re kidding,
