thatâs what Mr. Horne has on his mind.â
I logged in and surfed the paperâs archives, rummaging through drug approvals. It was a lot of dull reading. Tiring of that, I swung over to articles on the new baseball team and the proposed construction of a new ballpark. I hard-copied half a dozen new stories and set up a file. I called a contact in City Hall and asked for copies of all City Council discussions or actions pertaining to the ballpark. The arduous part was researching these people, looking for connections. I felt a gurgle in my stomach and checked the time. It was a little after noon.
I told Mary I was heading to the cafeteria. A few minutes after I settled down to eat a grilled chicken salad, my cell phone rang. It was Mary. âWhatâs up?â
âMr. Horne is probably rounding the corner, as we speak,â she said.
âDoesnât give us much notice, does he? Iâll be there in ten minutes.â
I entered the newsroom and headed for Maryâs desk. A medium-sized man with dirty-blond, curlyâno, tousledâhair stood by Maryâs desk holding a thin, black briefcase.
âMr. Horne,â I said, walking up behind him.
He twirled to greet me. âMs. Wolfe.â It was a statement.
âI put another chair in your cubicle,â Mary said flatly.
âThank you, Mary. Mr. Horne,â I said, motioning in the direction of my desk. âLetâs go to my cubicle. Itâs small, but homey.â For all his casual, thrown-together look, I sensed tenseness in him. He sat in the chair that Mary had provided and placed his briefcase on his lap. He unlatched its two hasps and removed a file folder, thinly filled.
âYou will find the information in this folder is devoid of people or company names. Everything in here has been retyped on plain bond paper. I assure you that, other than the identities, we have not edited or characterized the sensitive information these pages contain,â Michael Horne said firmly, as he handed me the folder and removed another.
âI have a duplicate of what I just gave you. If you like, I can wait while you browse it, maybe answer anyââ
âI appreciate that. However,â I said softly and non-threateningly, âI would prefer to take this home and read it at my own leisure.â
âNo. No, thatâs fine.â He sounded relieved.
I smiled. âIâm so used to working on my own, I have built-in study habits.â
âBelieve me, I understand.â He slid his folder back in and snapped the hasps. âThe senator would very much like to meet with you privately. She suggests her place in Crystal City tomorrow night, if that fits your schedule.â
I noticed he held my gaze easily. There was no come-on in him. He portrayed earnestness without acting pushy.
âWeâve been struggling with this issue,â he said, âbut when we addressed our leadership, we were rebuffed. If youâve followed anything on this subject, you may identify a senator or two, maybe even a particular company. If you choose to go forward, we will provide you with everything.â
He flashed me a self-effacing smile.
I studied him as he spoke. He was around my age. His attire, to me, represented a disguise. He wore earth colors, not the dark suit so typical in Washington.
âI will read this at home this afternoon. I work short days here right now.â
âYes. I saw in the news reports that you recently gave birth to a boy. Congratulations. I hope our suggestion for an evening meeting isnât an inconvenience.â
âNo, if we can make it about 7:00. We like to get my sonâs last feeding in around 10:00.â I was going to say breastfeeding, but some men are squeamish about that.
âThat should be fine.â He stood and handed me his business card. I rose.
He said, âThank you for seeing me so quickly. We feel time is working against us. My home number is
editor Elizabeth Benedict