The Full Story. Dawn Stewardson

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      “…so I’d get the breaking story firsthand, which would save both of us time,” Mickey was saying. “And you and this Ken fellow would have my help.

      “I can use a gun,” she elaborated. “I mean, for more than shooting into the air to get someone’s attention.”

      Man, oh, man. Just what they’d need. An intrepid girl reporter with a gun.

      “When all’s said and done,” she added, “it comes down to a totally win-win arrangement.”

      She finally stopped speaking and eyed him expectantly.

      He rubbed his jaw as if considering a positive response.

      Needless to say, he really wasn’t. She was definitely not going along.

      Despite the case she’d made, she’d likely get in the way.

      Even if she didn’t, this was strictly a job for professionals and she was a civilian, which meant that if he let her go with him he’d feel responsible for her safety. And that was something he didn’t need.

      Besides, the jury was still out on whether he could trust her.

      Glancing at his watch, he wondered how soon he’d hear back from Lydia. But regardless of what she unearthed about Mickey, it really rankled him that the woman was trying to revise their deal in her favor—especially when this assignment would already be wrapped up if not for her.

      If she hadn’t come back after he’d sent her away, he’d have been watching the monitors when the killer arrived.

      By now, the guy would either be dead or in police custody. So Mickey could claim he owed her all she wanted, but he wasn’t buying into any guilt trip.

      Regardless of that, though, he’d rather not tell her she wasn’t going to New York simply because he didn’t want her along. Not after she’d been gutsy enough to confront their hit man.

      It would be kinder to convince her that it just wasn’t a good idea.

      Kinder.

      He seldom concerned himself about being kind. But these circumstances were more than a little unusual. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d needed help because someone was holding a gun on him.

      So when she finally became tired of waiting for him to speak up, and gave him an impatient “Well?” he did his best to sound eminently reasonable.

      “Look,” he said. “I know how badly you want to be there when this wraps up, but your going with me simply isn’t a good plan.”

      “Why not?”

      He shrugged. “Just for starters, if my wife or girlfriend or whatever announced that she was waltzing off to the far side of the continent with a strange man—”

      “You don’t have a wife or girlfriend or whatever,” she interrupted.

      He had no idea how she knew that, but before he could ask she was saying, “And I don’t have a husband or a whatever, so that argument’s irrelevant.”

      “What about your job, then? What would your boss say?”

      “I want to go because of my job,” she said, eyeing him as if he was a simpleton. “To get the story.”

      “What I mean is that the Billy Brent interview can’t be the only assignment you’re working on.”

      “Well, no, but—”

      “And where would the money come from? Do you have any idea how much last-minute tickets cost?”

      “Of course. I don’t live in a cave.”

      “Okay, then you know you’re talking a small fortune for the flight alone. And aside from everything else, surely the Post wouldn’t send an Arts and Entertainment journalist to cover the sort of story we have here. I mean, a hit man with a contract on Billy Brent has to be such big news it—”

      “I’ll make you another deal,” she interrupted.

      He reminded himself that he wasn’t buying into any guilt trip.

      Then she quietly said, “Dan, you can’t imagine how important this is for my career.”

      “Yes, I can.”

      And, hell, maybe it was important. But he had his own career to consider. And he sure didn’t want any more potential complications.

      But the next thing he knew, he was saying, “Exactly what have you got in mind?”

      She looked very relieved; it didn’t make him the least bit happier that he’d opened his mouth.

      “If I can convince my editor to okay the assignment and authorize my expenses,” she said, “you’ll stop objecting and take me along.”

      Her words made him feel better. She couldn’t seriously expect her boss to not only give her the time but the money as well. Could she?

      He really doubted it. Hard news stories went to hard news reporters. Period.

      “So?” she said.

      His phone began to ring, temporarily saving him from her question.

      “Dan O’Neill,” he answered.

      “Dan, it’s Lydia.”

      “Hi,” he said, turning away from Mickey even though he knew that wouldn’t keep her from hearing.

      “I’ve talked to several people about Mickey Westover, and it doesn’t sound as if you have anything to worry about. She has a reputation for being a straight shooter.”

      “And things that are said…”

      “In confidence?” Lydia supplied, probably guessing that Mickey was right there.

      “Uh-huh.”

      “All my sources assured me there’d been no problems.”

      “Good. That’s good to know. Anything else?”

      “Nothing negative. I’m going to keep at this. There are a few more avenues I want to explore. But I’m not really expecting to turn up anything problematic.”

      “Good,” he said again. “If you do, though…”

      “You’ll know almost as soon as I do.”

      “Fine. And thanks.”

      He clicked off, telling himself he couldn’t have asked for better news.

      Lydia might have said she was going to keep checking, but she never gave a positive preliminary report unless she was damned sure she wouldn’t get any surprises later on.

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