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that’re such good catches?” Admitting to herself, though, that the married part was definitely an ongoing problem.
    “You move to Boston, you’ll be married in six months. I guarantee it.” Claire pirouetted. “How do I look?” Like a hooker, circa 1955. Rune said, “Stunning.” Claire grabbed her bag and slung it over her shoulder. “I owe you one.” “I know you do,” Rune said and watched her clatter unsteadily down the gangplank on high-heeled saddle shoes.
    6 The note on her desk the next morning, from Maisel, was to the point. Sutton ‘s office. The minute you come in! Lee. Rune had received a lot of notes like this and they were usually the preface to
    flunking a course, getting fired or getting yelled at. Heart pounding, she left her Morning Thunder tea on her desk and walked out of the studio. In ten minutes she was standing in front of Piper Sutton’s secretary. Yesterday’s look of terror at Rune’s unauthorized entry had been replaced by a subtle gloat. Rune said, “I’m supposed to see-“ “They’re waiting for you.” “Is it okay to-?” “They’re waiting for you,” the woman repeated cheerfully.
    Inside, Sutton and Maisel turned their heads and stared as she approached. Rune
    stopped halfway into the big office. “Close the door,” Sutton ordered. Rune obeyed then walked into the room. She smiled at Maisel, who avoided her
    eyes. Oh, boy, she thought. Oh, boy. Sutton’s eyes were flint. She said, “Sit down,” just as Rune was dropping into the chair across from the desk. Rune felt a shiver down her back and the hairs on her neck stirred. Sutton tossed a copy of one of the city’s tabloids on her desk. Rune picked it up and read a story circled in thick, red ink that bled into the fibers of the newsprint. NETWORK WANTS TO FREE KILLER OF ITS EXEC By Bill Stevens The story was short, just a few paragraphs. It recounted how a reporter from Current Events was investigating Randy Boggs’s conviction for Lance Hopper’s murder. Boggs’s defense lawyer, Fred Megler, had no comment other than to say that his client has always maintained his innocence. “Oh, shit,” she muttered. “How?” Sutton tapped her glossy fingernails on the desktop. They were as red and
    hard as the finish on a Porsche. “How’d it happen?” “It’s not my fault. He lied to me.” “Bill Stevens?” “That wasn’t the name he gave me. I was at the Department of Corrections and this guy came up and said he worked for the press department and could he help me and he was real nice and he even told me things off the record so I assumed it was okay to-“
    “Assumed it was okay?” Sutton’s voice rose. She lifted her eyes to the ceiling. “I don’t believe it.”
    Maisel sighed. “This’s the oldest trick in the book. Jesus, Rune, you fucked this one up. Stevens is a beat reporter for the paper. He covers the government agencies. When he sees a reporter who’s new and doesn’t recognize him he finds out what their assignment is then scoops them.”
    “You walked right into his arms.” Sutton lit a cigarette and slapped the lighter down on the desktop. “A fucking babe in the woods.” “He seemed like a nice guy.” “What the hell does ‘nice’ have to do with anything?” Maisel asked, exasperated.
    “This is journalism.” All ruined. My one big chance and I blew it, right out of the gate. Sutton asked Maisel, “Damage assessment?” “None of the other nets are that interested.” He touched the tabloid. “Even Stevens didn’t follow up on Boggs. The focus of the story was that we’re trying to get him out. So we look like idiots if it doesn’t pan out.” He toyed with an unlit pipe and stared at the ceiling. “The story’s hit some syndicated news services but so far all we’ve had are a couple junior reporters call Publicity for statements. Nobody on Wallace’s or Rather’s level. Nobody from Media in Review. It’s a pain in the ass but I don’t think it’s