me the other day with a story that I think has a lot of credibility.â
âWhat is it, Denny?â
âPeople are disappearing, Cole.â
MARY PATTERSON HAD been in the office for two hours when Cole arrived at ten.
âGood morning, Mr. Sleepyhead,â
âMorning, Mary.â
âYou look like you were awake most of the night again.â
âUp at four this morning.â
Mary regarded him with a concerned smile. âYou should see somebody about that. Take some pills. Get some sleep.â
âI donât have any problem falling asleep.â He took the carafe of coffee from its warmer and poured himself a cup, adding cream from a carton on the tidy table across from Maryâs desk. âItâs once Iâm asleep that I have trouble. I wake up between three and five and canât fall back asleep.â
âCanât stop thinking about work?â
âSomething like that. Can you check out a group called the End Poverty Now Coalition for me, Mary?â
âSure, Cole. Is this a new client file?â
âNo. Itâs part of the pro bono work Iâm doing for Denman. Somebody has a riot planned for later on today. The Coalition people are the likely ringleaders. Denman wants my help salvaging his campaign to stop the closures of SRO s. It looks like the Lucky Strike is on the chopping block for today.â
âNot so lucky.â Mary turned to type something on her keyboard.
Cole went into his cluttered office and sat down in his chair, then got up again, pulling from his pockets his cell phone and keys, SkyTrain tickets, change, a crumpled wad of five-, ten-, and twenty-dollar bills, a stick of lip balm, two tiny hooks for hanging cups in a cupboard, a mini measuring tape, and a startling amount of lint. He dumped it all on his desk, adding to the pile of papers, books, magazines, and newspapers.
He needed to call Nancy. Her phone rang four times, and as he was preparing to leave a message, he heard the familiar voice.
âNancy Webber.â
âHi, Nancy. Itâs Cole.â
âTo what do I owe this rare pleasure, Mr. Blackwater?â
âYouâre being polite this morning.â
âItâs only Tuesday. But Friday youâll just be âAssholeâ like everybody else.â
âStory of my life.â
âWhatâs up?â
âWhere are you right now?â
âIâm on my way to City Hall. They closed the Lucky Strike this morning. Thereâs going to be a riot. I thought Iâd get the mayor on record before all hell breaks loose.â
âSounds like a plan. Can you come and talk with Denman Scott afterward?â
âSure. You know, since meeting him in Port Lostcoast in July, he and I have never actually sat down and talked about his work. Now that Iâm on the City Hall file for the Sun , I should really talk with the mayorâs public enemy number one,â said Nancy.
âIs that really what the mayorâs office calls him?â
âNot in so many words, but he is persona non grata around the City offices. Iâve got a memo one of the staffers leaked to me saying that nobody from the City is allowed to talk with anybody from Priority Legal unless one of the Cityâs lawyers are present.â
âCome over to the Lamplighter at noon.â
âAnother high society lunch with the venerable Cole Blackwater?â
âMan of the people.â
âSee you then, Cole.â
He hung up without saying goodbye, his mind distracted. He dialed Denman on his cell.
âDenman here.â
âMeet me at the Lamplighter at noon, okay?â
âSure.â
âWeâre going to sit down with Nancy.â
âSheâs been writing good stuff.â
âSheâs on her way to City Hall right now. Weâll get a good story out of it.â
âSee you at noon.â
NANCY WEBBER CAUGHT a cab in front of City Hall. She had been shut
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