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“They were nastier than any other local campaign. I don’t think I’ve seen worse in a long, long time.”
“I haven’t either.” I stood and fished my car keys out of my purse. “I’m going to go put this story together so we can get it up on the Web site. Keep me in touch.”
“Will do.”
Gary walked me out of his office, past dispatch and to the elevator.
“You know, of all the people, I would never have expected this out of Rick Starrett,” I said as the doors slid open.
“Yeah. Of those two boys, you would have thought their mother could count on one good son.”
*****
Monday was close to becoming early Tuesday when I lit a cigarette and slid behind the wheel of my Taurus to drive two blocks and park in front of the Journal-Gazette building. I just had time for four puffs on the cigarette—the days of anyone in the newsroom smoking at their desk were long gone. Not that it mattered—I’d shut my office door, open the window and light up when the day went south, which it regularly did. Tonight, it would be enough to get me through the time it took me to write the story, post it on the Web, get back to the car and head home, even though there wouldn’t be time to talk over the job offer from Fisher Webb with Duncan.
I locked the door behind me and headed upstairs into the newsroom. Someone had left their computer on and its blue screen cast an eerie flickering light across one corner of the room.
I loved it here—the smell of stale coffee and old newsprint, the sound of the presses when that day’s pages began to roll through them. I stepped across the newsroom; flipping on lights as I walked past the desks toward my office at the southern corner and pushed open my door. The street light from the parking lot lit my office up with a cold white glow.
I slipped behind my desk. There was a pang of regret as I thought about what I was about to commit to paper, but it looked like the golden boy I’d grown up with had tarnished.
The computer flickered to life. I flipped through my notes, organizing my thoughts and began to write.
Virginia Ferguson shot, killed
Police seek former city manager as suspect
By ADDISON MCINTYRE
Managing editor
Plummer County’s newest senator in the Ohio General Assembly died of a gunshot wound Monday and police are searching for the man who ran against her as the prime suspect.
V irginia Ferguson, who narrowly defeated Rick Starrett in the Nov. 3 election, was found shot twice in the chest in the doorway of her Harmon Street home at approximately 6:35 p.m.
She was transported to the Plummer County Memorial Hospital where she died in surgery, police said.
According to Assistant Police Chief Gary McGinnis, prior to going into surgery, Ferguson told police it was her opponent, Rick Starrett, who shot her.
Starrett had appeared at the Journal-Gazette offices earlier in the day, upset at losing the race, which was notable for the commercials which featured Starrett’s deceased younger brother Rowan, a former NHL hockey player who committed suicide, following his release from federal prison on gambling charges.
Starrett’s whereabouts are unknown and police would like to speak with him regarding Ferguson’s death.
The rest of the story was a brief synopsis of the two people and their political and public careers. Ferguson’s only took a paragraph.
The final paragraph was standard in these kinds of story: “If you have any further information regarding this shooting, please
“I haven’t either.” I stood and fished my car keys out of my purse. “I’m going to go put this story together so we can get it up on the Web site. Keep me in touch.”
“Will do.”
Gary walked me out of his office, past dispatch and to the elevator.
“You know, of all the people, I would never have expected this out of Rick Starrett,” I said as the doors slid open.
“Yeah. Of those two boys, you would have thought their mother could count on one good son.”
*****
Monday was close to becoming early Tuesday when I lit a cigarette and slid behind the wheel of my Taurus to drive two blocks and park in front of the Journal-Gazette building. I just had time for four puffs on the cigarette—the days of anyone in the newsroom smoking at their desk were long gone. Not that it mattered—I’d shut my office door, open the window and light up when the day went south, which it regularly did. Tonight, it would be enough to get me through the time it took me to write the story, post it on the Web, get back to the car and head home, even though there wouldn’t be time to talk over the job offer from Fisher Webb with Duncan.
I locked the door behind me and headed upstairs into the newsroom. Someone had left their computer on and its blue screen cast an eerie flickering light across one corner of the room.
I loved it here—the smell of stale coffee and old newsprint, the sound of the presses when that day’s pages began to roll through them. I stepped across the newsroom; flipping on lights as I walked past the desks toward my office at the southern corner and pushed open my door. The street light from the parking lot lit my office up with a cold white glow.
I slipped behind my desk. There was a pang of regret as I thought about what I was about to commit to paper, but it looked like the golden boy I’d grown up with had tarnished.
The computer flickered to life. I flipped through my notes, organizing my thoughts and began to write.
Virginia Ferguson shot, killed
Police seek former city manager as suspect
By ADDISON MCINTYRE
Managing editor
Plummer County’s newest senator in the Ohio General Assembly died of a gunshot wound Monday and police are searching for the man who ran against her as the prime suspect.
V irginia Ferguson, who narrowly defeated Rick Starrett in the Nov. 3 election, was found shot twice in the chest in the doorway of her Harmon Street home at approximately 6:35 p.m.
She was transported to the Plummer County Memorial Hospital where she died in surgery, police said.
According to Assistant Police Chief Gary McGinnis, prior to going into surgery, Ferguson told police it was her opponent, Rick Starrett, who shot her.
Starrett had appeared at the Journal-Gazette offices earlier in the day, upset at losing the race, which was notable for the commercials which featured Starrett’s deceased younger brother Rowan, a former NHL hockey player who committed suicide, following his release from federal prison on gambling charges.
Starrett’s whereabouts are unknown and police would like to speak with him regarding Ferguson’s death.
The rest of the story was a brief synopsis of the two people and their political and public careers. Ferguson’s only took a paragraph.
The final paragraph was standard in these kinds of story: “If you have any further information regarding this shooting, please
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