Morehouse of having an upbeat personality. But this morning his growls seemed even more frequent and pronounced.
âGood morning,â said a young reporter who popped into his office moments after heâd arrived, his takeout coffee still uncapped.
Morehouse nodded and muttered, âHow are you?â
âCouldnât be better,â she said happily.
âI doubt that,â he muttered. âWhat do you want?â
âIâm pissed about the edit you did on my story yesterday. Iââ
âYeah, I know, I messed with your precious prose. Talk to me later about it, after Iâve had coffee. Close the door behind you.â He watched with an admiring eye as she left, hips and buttocks moving nicely beneath the thin fabric of her skirt.
Heâd spent the evening with an assortment of editors from the cityâs other news outlets at a dinner hosted by D.C.âs mayor, the purpose of which still escaped him. Did the mayor really think that by serving the press small drinks and a lousy big dinner, heâd buy their good graces when it came to covering his missteps? Maybe for some of the mayorâs media lapdogs, but not for him, Paul Morehouse. Not only had the evening been a waste of time, the dinner had left him with a sour stomach; a fresh roll of Tums sat next to his Styrofoam coffee cup.
He looked through the glass separating him from the main newsroom and saw Joe Wilcox heading for his office.
âYeah?â Morehouse said as Wilcox entered.
âI thought youâd want to see this,â Wilcox said, laying the article on the desk.
âWhat is it?â
âRead it.â
Morehouse removed the cover from his coffee and took a sip before picking up Wilcoxâs pages. He leaned back, half-glasses on the tip of his nose, a scowl on his face. âInteresting,â he said, dropping the article on the desk. âA serial killer? Based on two murders?â
âTwo similar murders, Paul.â
âThis one worked for a TV station?â
âRight. Iâm nailing down which one.â
âSame cause of death.â
âRight.â
âWhoâs your source at MPD who says itâs possibly a serial murder?â
âA good one.â
âYourâyour Spanish buddy?â
âNo. Someone higher up.â
âCanât get MPD to go on the record?â
âNot yet. They will. Theyâll have to when this runs.â
âHe talked to you on background?â
âYes.â
There was a difference, Wilcox knew, between having a public official speak âoff the recordâ and âon background.â In its strictest interpretation, âoff the recordâ meant that whatever was said could not be reported, even without attribution. But speaking âon backgroundâ meant the officialâs words could be reported without naming the source. Those distinctions had become blurred over the years. âOff the recordâ covered both situations in most journalistsâ minds, and Wilcox wasnât in the mood to honor such distinctions.
âGet the victimâs name and where she worked. The L.A. bureau is interviewing Kaporisâs ex out in California. Use what they come up with in the piece.â
âShall do.â
As Wilcox turned to leave, Morehouse said, âWhat about the hooker angle?â
âWhat about it?â
âI want that run down.â
Wilcox nodded, but it didnât represent what he was thinking. He said, âThis serial killer angle is front-page stuff, Paul.â
âWeâll see. Nice work, Joe. By the way, how come you covered Franklin Park last night?â
âI was passing by.â
As Wilcox was about to leave, Morehouse said, âJoe, when you get something from MPD, see if you can get them to speculate that if a serial killer is loose, chances are Jean was murdered by somebody from outside the
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âThatâll be tough.