If he couldn't speak to Rufus, he would talk to someone who had, Amy. He wanted to know what Rufus said to her that hadn't got into print. He didn't reckon on Amy though!
Amy was tough as old boots, but looked like an angel, or so thought Twigg. 'Pushover', he reckoned.
Amy liked Rufus for some reason. She'd had sex with him, after all, or rather had sex imposed upon her, but she had some sympathy for him. She felt slightly guilty at what she'd written.
But Twigg though.... Pah!... Moron!
"I must protect my sources", Mr Twigg.