Evelyn took a sip from her soda. It was early in the morning, but she’d already been on the phone with Marsha, who had told her there had been a disturbance at the station last night, involving Logan and Penn. The senior reporter didn’t want to tell her the truth, but eventually Evelyn got it out of her. Logan had picked her up early. He’d had food—a bag of breakfast burritos and two large drinks. Instead of eating inside, she’d climbed into the truck and they ate as he drove. “Who told you we were fighting?” “Marsha.” She took a bite, waiting for him to answer. When he didn’t, she said, “Her cousin Lacy is one of the dispatchers.” “Shit, I’d forgotten about that. Then you know why.” “I prefer to get it directly from the source.” He took another bite of his burrito, and she wondered if he was stalling for time. After he swallowed, he said, “Penn’s an idiot. You know guys like him. They refuse to believe a woman…” He paused, and she could tell he was searching for the right words.
