he yelled over the newsroom intercom. “How did you know I was here?” she asked as soon as she entered his office. There was only a skeleton crew of reporters in the office, compared to the usual busy city room on weekdays, and Nikki was the top of the heap amongst the available crew. “Close the door,” Phil said. He was standing behind his desk, his shirt sleeves rolled up, his face fatigued near burn out. “What’s the matter?” Nikki asked him as she closed the door, her eyes never leaving his. “Did you hear the news?” Phil asked her. “What news?” “And where were you yesterday afternoon, anyway?” Phil asked. “You know to check in every couple hours, in case something breaks. Nothing broke yesterday, but it could have. It’s not my job to be running you down. You’re supposed to stay in touch with me.” “Phil, what news? What’s happened?” He sighed. “I thought you knew. I thought that’s why you disappeared yesterday, that you had gotten the heads up.”
