Annie Seymour 01 - Sacred Cows

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by Karen E. Olson


  That was an understatement, but I was back on the story, byline or not. I’m sure my mother had something to do with it, too, and I was still going to have to work with Dick, but as long as I wasn’t going to lose my job, it didn’t matter.

  “Sure, no problem,” I said nonchalantly, although my heart was racing with the thought of not having to entertain myself for an entire week. “Thanks,” I managed to sputter just before I hung up the phone.

  Richard Wells was going to shit when he saw this story. I smiled to myself in the dark, because even though Dick was getting the byline, this was my fucking story and everyone would know that.

  I was almost asleep when the phone screeched again. I picked it up.

  “Yeah?”

  “Annie, it’s Dick Whitfield. I just left the station house. They’ve arrested Melissa Peabody’s roommate, and your name kept coming up.”

  I glanced at the clock. He had about half an hour to get the story to the copy desk. He didn’t need me for this, it was cut-and-dried. I could see the headline now: “Yale Student Charged in Murder of Roommate.” With the time constraint, he’d barely be able to write ten inches. Tomorrow I’d help him out; I just didn’t have the energy right now.

  “Can you give me a comment?” he asked when I didn’t answer. “I was going to swing by there, but I didn’t think it would be a good idea.”

  He was right. And I showed considerable restraint by not telling him so in the manner that I wanted to. I merely hung up, rolled over, and stuffed my head under the pillow.

 

 

 


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