grinned. âThanks, boss.â
âDonât thank me.â He held up a hand and smiled modestly. âI am but a poor, humble editor, doing his best to save democracy for future generations. Four score and seven...â
âYou might write down that speech on the back of an envelope,â she suggested as she went out the door of his office. âWho knows? You could go down in history.â
He sighed. âOnly if I changed my last name to Lincoln. Go to work!â
âYou bet!â
The political interview was one sheâd been angling toward for weeks. An older state representativeâone of sixty representatives in the State Houseâhad been accused of taking kickbacks on a highway project heâd supported. The charge didnât quite ring true to Gaby, who knew the politician. He had a reputation for honesty that was nothing short of fanaticism.
What made the interview so special was that Gaby was the only member of the press that Representative Guerano would talk to.
âWhereâs Wilson?â the white-haired legislator asked, darting quick glances around as they sat in the comparative security of his office in the state capitol building. âIs he disguised as a lamp?â
Gaby laughed. Her wild journalistic colleague had that kind of reputation, and it was really a pity that he worked for a rival paper. âDespite Wilsonâs knack for turning up in odd places, he could only know about this meeting from me, and I donât consort with the opposition.â
Representative Guerano chuckled deeply. âGood for you. Okay. What do you want to know, young lady?â
âWhoâs after you and why, of course,â she replied with a twinkle in her olive eyes. âI donât believe for a minute that youâve taken money from anybody.â
He smiled gently. âGod bless you for that blind trust. As it happens, youâre right. But I only have suspicions, no hard evidence. And Iâm hardly in a position to start throwing stones.â
âTell you what,â she said, leaning forward. âYou tell me who, when, and why, and Iâll tell Johnny Blake. Weâve got an investigative reporter on our staff who can dig blood out of turnips.â
His tired blue eyes brightened. âThink so?â
âI do, indeed. Meanwhile, you give me a nice interview and Iâll print both sides of the controversy, just the way a good journalist should.â
âIsnât this sticking your neck out?â he asked curiously.
She shook her head. âItâs good journalism. We like to print the whole truth. Sometimes we can only print half. But we never give up until we get to the bottom of scandals. Thatâs the only way to do it, to be fair to everyone involved.â
He nodded. âI can understand that. But meanwhile, a lot of damage has been done to my reputation.â He leaned back, looking every day of his sixty years. âYou donât know what a living hell it is to be at the center of a scandal, young lady. My familyâs suffered much more than I have, but even if Iâm cleared, the implication is still there. My career is finished, either way.â
Gaby was getting cold chills, because she had a pretty good idea of what a scandal could do to even ordinary people, much less people in the public eye. Her background, if it were ever revealed, could do untold damage to the McCaydes.
She snapped herself back to the present. âAll I can promise you is that Iâll do a good story and that Johnny will put it in a prominent place. If you deny the charges and we can print your side of it, some people may listen.â
âIf you mean that, about an investigation, Iâll give you all the help I can, and so will my staff.â
She nodded. âI can promise you that weâll give it our best shot.â
âThen, letâs get to it. Ask whatever you like.â
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