Cath snorted at the conversation between the two women. It hadn't been difficult for him to get information out of the boy a few days ago. And he didn't even have Emily's advantages. Really, a low cut blouse and few sweet words and the boy'd have been eating out of her hands.
"Think you were tryin' too hard, luv," he observed wryly. "I talked to him a few days ago and he opened up fairly easily. But then, I didn't threaten any lawsuits or try to intimidate him." He shrugged and took a drink of his whiskey.
"Doesn't matter," he added. "Ms. Wood's right. We all need to be in the know as much as possible and make this as much a group effort as possible. These people are bloody frightened. Keeping them in the dark and with nothing to occupy themselves and they will go storm the bridge."