The flash of intuition came to Annie the minute she pulled up in front of the Lowells’ house. She’d always had an instinct for news, and she’d discovered that working in print instead of in front of the camera had sharpened that instinct. A tingle at the base of her spine signaled that she was about to uncover something significant, something that could change the course of her career and probably her life. She needed exactly that, a launching pad that would catapult her out of the ordinary and cancel any remaining icky emotions left over from her divorce and the end of her TV job. But eager as she was to walk into the house and begin the interview, worried as she was about the man who threatened to shoot whatever lurked in the water, she took a moment to sit in her car and absorb this feeling of vast potential, which didn’t come to her all that often. The bra story would attract interest, but it was still a woman’s kind of story, a lifestyle piece of the sort her editor expected from her.
