"Why not? You've already interrupted my work." "Sorry about that, but here's the deal. I want to talk to the players in the case, but I have no cover story and no bargaining power. I can hardly pass myself off as a reporter." "Sure you can," she said. "People are more interested in talking than you'd think. I see it all the time when I'm trolling for interviews. Here's the trick. Imply you have the information and you're looking for confirmation. Better yet, tell 'em you'd like to hear their version of events before you go to press. Say your editor wants an update and he suggested you talk to them." "I wouldn't need press credentials?" "Only if you're crashing a rock concert. People assume you're who you say you are." "What about Sloan's mother? Do you think she'd agree to meet with me?" "God, you sound so tentative. I thought you had balls. Trust me, she'll talk. All she does is talk about Sloan's death. People who know her say she's obsessed. For years now, she's left Sloan's room as it was. Closed the door and locked it." "Someone else mentioned that," I said. "Sounds like she's still sensitive about the"