"I don't know how you did it, but well done on Davison." I turn to the now blushing writer. I consider him for a second as we wait for our rides back home.
"Your talents are wasted at TMZ." I say.
He rolls his eyes.
"I'm serious." I tilt my head sincerely.
"You'd do good at investigative. - -I could make some calls, pull some strings?"
He pauses and looks to me checking if I was serious.
"Why?"
I shrug. "You've got good instincts."
He doesn't respond. Finally the Uber swings into the rental hire parking lot. We both get in.
"I'm not dropping the story." He says.
I'm the one who rolls her eyes this time. "Take a compliment Mr. Jackson. I don't give those out easily."
We spend the rest of the car ride in silence. But I couldnt help but notice the shy smile that peeked on the corner of his lips before he turned to the window.
***
The car drops me off and as it pulls from my curb a black sedan screeches to a stop before me.
Inside a hauntingly familiar round face in black aviator sunglasses turns to me.
"Get in the car Elizabeth." Bill says.
