Her eyes narrowed and she gave Trish that 'i know you're full of shit' look that she was famous for giving. To everyone, not just her. Still. "Okay, yes on the reporter. She was fine." And yeah maybe she had some connections. "No idea what you're talking about in the hospital, but I'll.. trust your judgment." Which meant that she better not fuck this up.
She reached over, pulled open the bottle of whiskey and took a drink. If she was going out, then she needed to be well lubricated. "I think he was going to be gotten. He came to me at the last minute. I think they just.. caught up to him." Whoever the fuck it was.