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Elicia’s friend Lucy said she’d always stay near her baby girl who lived with relatives in Philadelphia.
All Kirsten had to go on to find Lucy was a chewed-off ear.
Turner tipped his head in goodbye. “Got to run.”
“Of course. Thanks again for meeting me.” Kirsten remembered one more question about the dead welfare mother as Turner sauntered off two steps. “Do we know who called in the 9-1-1 on Stanton?”
When he turned around, she could swear he sighed from the lift of his shoulders. “Yes. A television station received an anonymous call just after midnight with the body location and instructions to contact the authorities. It’s all in my report, Ms. Massey.”
“What television station? Who took that call?”
“WNUZ.” He hesitated. “Riley Walker took the call.”
For the love of...
Walker hadn’t said a word to her at the press conference. Kirsten ran back over their brief conversation in her mind. Not a word. That sorry scumbag had hidden this detail and toyed with her the whole time. But wasn’t that the way her father’s reporters were trained?
Give up nothing. Use any means to get the story.
The world of media revolved around who won the race for the story or came up with an exclusive. Her father had once joked, “I’m thinking about offering a new Mercedes to any reporter who gets a killing on film.”
Wouldn’t dear old Dad have loved someone like Walker in his stable? A reporter who could sleep at night after that live interview with the Kindergarten Killer? She shuddered at the sick memory. Her heart ached for the family.
Riley Walker was about to find out she had no sense of humor when it came to a dead welfare mother.
Turner’s phone chimed while he waited in solemn silence. He answered it, nodded a couple of times, then his mouth flattened into a grim line. He hung up and lifted eyes that had lost all warmth. “That was about Sally’s little boy. He’s missing.”
The fist gripping Kirsten’s heart squeezed. “I thought he was admitted to the hospital last night.”
“No. My report stated that Sally took her son to the hospital then left with him before the police had a chance to question her.”
Kirsten wanted to strangle Cecelia. The press release had neglected to mention that detail. Or that someone had called the tip in to Walker. If Kirsten had read the police report this morning she’d have known that Walker had taken the call. Had he shared everything?
Would a reporter ever share everything willingly?
Based on what Kirsten’s assistant had said when she called on Kirsten’s drive here, Walker’s station intended to suspend him, pending investigation of that little debacle at City Hall. If he did end up suspended, he’d have plenty of time to come in and review the phone call he took one more time.
And if anything happened to that little boy because Walker withheld information about the phone call to get a jump on a story, she’d bounce his balls back to Detroit.
Chapter 9
Within minutes of leaving Lehman’s office, Riley found Biddy leaning against the wall in an alcove near the break area of the executive level of WNUZ. Biddy held a cup of coffee that had to be gourmet up here in “carpet land” as the reporters called it. The eighth floor of the Liberty Building was a world apart from where the newsies hung out three floors down.
Quieter than the news pit on the fifth floor where police monitors chattering in the background made shouting a necessity.
The only yelling on the eighth floor came from George Lehman. But even he was quiet now.
Riley strode forward, grinding mentally on a way to turn this fiasco around.
His cameraman stood alone, his casual dress and dangerous stance out of place among fragile pieces of glass art and a wall with a smattering of Emmy statues.
Biddy lifted his head when Riley reached him. The look of despair
Elicia’s friend Lucy said she’d always stay near her baby girl who lived with relatives in Philadelphia.
All Kirsten had to go on to find Lucy was a chewed-off ear.
Turner tipped his head in goodbye. “Got to run.”
“Of course. Thanks again for meeting me.” Kirsten remembered one more question about the dead welfare mother as Turner sauntered off two steps. “Do we know who called in the 9-1-1 on Stanton?”
When he turned around, she could swear he sighed from the lift of his shoulders. “Yes. A television station received an anonymous call just after midnight with the body location and instructions to contact the authorities. It’s all in my report, Ms. Massey.”
“What television station? Who took that call?”
“WNUZ.” He hesitated. “Riley Walker took the call.”
For the love of...
Walker hadn’t said a word to her at the press conference. Kirsten ran back over their brief conversation in her mind. Not a word. That sorry scumbag had hidden this detail and toyed with her the whole time. But wasn’t that the way her father’s reporters were trained?
Give up nothing. Use any means to get the story.
The world of media revolved around who won the race for the story or came up with an exclusive. Her father had once joked, “I’m thinking about offering a new Mercedes to any reporter who gets a killing on film.”
Wouldn’t dear old Dad have loved someone like Walker in his stable? A reporter who could sleep at night after that live interview with the Kindergarten Killer? She shuddered at the sick memory. Her heart ached for the family.
Riley Walker was about to find out she had no sense of humor when it came to a dead welfare mother.
Turner’s phone chimed while he waited in solemn silence. He answered it, nodded a couple of times, then his mouth flattened into a grim line. He hung up and lifted eyes that had lost all warmth. “That was about Sally’s little boy. He’s missing.”
The fist gripping Kirsten’s heart squeezed. “I thought he was admitted to the hospital last night.”
“No. My report stated that Sally took her son to the hospital then left with him before the police had a chance to question her.”
Kirsten wanted to strangle Cecelia. The press release had neglected to mention that detail. Or that someone had called the tip in to Walker. If Kirsten had read the police report this morning she’d have known that Walker had taken the call. Had he shared everything?
Would a reporter ever share everything willingly?
Based on what Kirsten’s assistant had said when she called on Kirsten’s drive here, Walker’s station intended to suspend him, pending investigation of that little debacle at City Hall. If he did end up suspended, he’d have plenty of time to come in and review the phone call he took one more time.
And if anything happened to that little boy because Walker withheld information about the phone call to get a jump on a story, she’d bounce his balls back to Detroit.
Chapter 9
Within minutes of leaving Lehman’s office, Riley found Biddy leaning against the wall in an alcove near the break area of the executive level of WNUZ. Biddy held a cup of coffee that had to be gourmet up here in “carpet land” as the reporters called it. The eighth floor of the Liberty Building was a world apart from where the newsies hung out three floors down.
Quieter than the news pit on the fifth floor where police monitors chattering in the background made shouting a necessity.
The only yelling on the eighth floor came from George Lehman. But even he was quiet now.
Riley strode forward, grinding mentally on a way to turn this fiasco around.
His cameraman stood alone, his casual dress and dangerous stance out of place among fragile pieces of glass art and a wall with a smattering of Emmy statues.
Biddy lifted his head when Riley reached him. The look of despair
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