Caught on Tape—

Colby watched Don try to mop up his shirt from the spat-out coffee. "I didn't go looking for it, honestly."

"For what?" Don asked, not looking up.

"The video."

Don's head came up. "The v… there's a video?"

Colby had to chuckle at the horror on Don's face. "Like I said, I didn't go looking for it. Remember last month, when we were reviewing old money laundering cases that might be connected to that Mexican drug cartel?"

Don nodded warily.

"There was a particular resort in Vegas that seemed to have ties to the Gulf Cartel, laundering drug money through the casino. The Bureau put it under surveillance but was never able to prove anything. There's hundreds of hours of video of the night club alone."

"The … night club."

"Yep, the stage and everything."

"And, and … my name came up on the video?"

"No, nothing so obvious," Colby assured him. Or it would have been spread over the office long before now.

"Okay," Don said, his face shifting from worried to worried and confused.

"A particular tape is tagged, 'minor league baseball team', and I thought you might know some of the people, so I watched it."

Don's expressive face regained its look of horror. "You … watched it."

"Yeah," Colby said. "It took me a while to figure out it was you. Your hair was a lot longer then and … well, other stuff."

Don winced. "Well, uh, it wasn't me."

Colby raised his eyebrows and Don acknowledged with a wry smile and a shrug that it was a little late for that defense.

To reassure him, Colby said, "I haven't shown it to anyone else yet."

Don's smile vanished and he faced Colby squarely. "Alright, Granger, what's it going to cost me to keep this quiet?"