“Is this a bribe? Are you bribing me? Wait a minute. Shouldn’t I be the one bribing you to keep the press at bay?” Casale let out a dry chuckle. “It’s not a bribe. Ramirez and Guthrie wanted me to give that to you. Apparently you won the pot I know nothing about. Figured you’d earned it.” It took a moment before Patrick remembered what Casale was talking about. He didn’t bother to hide his grin. “I won the pot.”
