XGloria picked up the pad and skimmed down it with a purple-tipped nail. Her eyebrow rose. 'Cop you can't buy?'

'He got a woman on my street is done with him.'

Murdoch: But he won't leave be.
Gloria snorted. 'Typical.' Her brow creased as she tapped the pad. 'I'll warn you straight, cops don't come into l'rue if they half canny. They know all about our cameras an' the tea we make from 'em, and they got other asses they can squeeze.'

'The other man on that,' Murdoch dipped his head toward the pad, 'he's a suit. Dunno what the cop got on him, but it's enough that he signin' walkin' papers when the cop tell him to.'

Gloria's face cleared. 'Suits, we get plenty of.' She held up the pad, and her guard stopped trading stares with Nik long enough to take it. 'Spittin' all the shit they swallowed to get that nice suit out on somebody else, an payin' for the privilege. Sometimes twice.' Her smile was a mirthless flash of teeth. 'I'll have downstairs search the both of 'em.'

'How much --'

Gloria held up a hand. 'I said we was gonna talk like tetes, not haggle like corner whores. We just havin' us a nice gossip here, house an' street.'

Gloria: So. I hear you had youselves a war....