Blackbird 10 - A Little Night Murder - Plot & Excerpts
Libby dropped me in front of the Pendergast Building, and I was soon through security and zooming up the elevator to the offices of the Philadelphia Intelligencer, the rag that still paid my salary. As soon as I stepped off the elevator, I knew Gus Hardwicke was back with a vengeance. Although most of my colleagues usually headed home around four in the afternoon, the whole newsroom was still buzzing with busy reporters. Either we had big breaking news—perhaps a celebrity had been arrested for indecent exposure—or our editor had thrown a tantrum and every writer on the staff was trying to prove his or her value by staying late. All heads were bent, faces turned to computer screens, fingers busy on keyboards—hot in the pursuit of a lurid story for tomorrow’s edition. I heard the clatter of keystrokes and the low hum of reporters intent on saving their jobs. I bumped my desk with my belly but caught an avalanche of envelopes before they cascaded to the floor.
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