No, Im not.
You chose a helluva way to get to know the state. He winked.
The other candidate, Mandy Lee, 33, was a general assignment reporter and former teen beauty queen, whod won two state news awards before shed taken a buyout from the Dallas Morning News.
She was cool to Kate when theyd met.
Canton, Ohio? I didnt know they even had a paper in that itty-bitty town. Mandy showed Kate her pageant-winning smile.
Canton, Ohio? I didnt know they even had a paper in that itty-bitty town. Mandy showed Kate her pageant-winning smile.
Kate knew she was at a disadvantage. Shed also sensed that Dorothea Pick had disapproved of her being on the short list.
Youre fortunate to be here, Dorothea had said. There were so many strong candidates right here in Dallas.
For his part, Chuck Laneer, impressed by Kates doggedness when shed worked in Ohio, had been firm but fair.
Just show us your best, hed told her.
Oh, shed do more than that.
Roy and Mandy may be better qualified but Kate was a never-say-die fighter. At the end of the internship, one of them would have a job. The others would go home unemployed.
Losing out was not an option for Kate. These days most newsrooms across the country were cutting staff. Few were hiring. This was Kates best shot at a full-time job, maybe her only shot, and so far it was not looking good.
So far, her work had received little play, or had resulted in inserts in other peoples stories. Shed had her name on only one item that had been picked up nationally. Shed put a lot on the line to be here.
She could not fail.
Kate met the eyes of Grace smiling from her screen saver, and a wave of guilt rolled over her.
Did I make the right decision, doing this?
Grace, Kates six-year-old daughter, was back home in Canton, staying with friends. Lord, how Kate missed her; she hated being away from her but she needed a full-time job. She was laid off from the Repository six months ago and this Dallas internship was her best shot at a new start.
But so far, it was not going well. She needed to deliver stronger stories.
Kates phone rang. It was Dorothea.
Got your story. Come see me.
When Kate got to Dorotheas desk, the news editor patted a chair shed rolled next to hers. Kates story was up on her monitor.
Have a seat, Dorothea said. I want you to see what Im going to do.
Dorothea Pick, second in command at the bureau, was in her late forties. Kate thought she wore a little too much makeup and with her overarching eyebrows, appeared to be in a state of perpetual surprise, or anger. She had a lovely voice that dripped with Southern charm that bordered on condescension whenever she addressed Kate about her work.
This is well written but its not a national news item. Dorotheas extension rang. She glanced at the number. Hang on, I need to take this. Into the phone, she said, Where are you? Okay, what do you have? Yes, yesbut did it touch down? After waiting for the answer, Dorothea glanced to Chuck Laneers glass-walled office. They could see him on the phone, standing at his desk, shirtsleeves rolled up, bifocals pushed atop his forehead and pointing a remote at his flat-screen TV. Im going to pass you to Chuck.
Dorothea transferred the call and resumed her work with Kates story. Her mouse and keyboard clicked as she removed line after line.
As you know, this tragedy was reported regionally, so at best this is an updated regional brief and regional briefs are one hundred words, maximum. With surgical precision, shed reduced Kates story to ninety-five words. And, as we know, briefs dont run with bylines.
Kate watched Dorothea delete her name.
There we go, Dorothea said. Hows that?
I dont understand why this is not a story, Kate said. This man was a volunteer firefighter, an ex-Marine whod done duty in Afghanistan. He stopped to help a woman whod been visiting her dying husband in the hospital and paid for it with his life. The person responsible for killing him has so far gotten away with it.
Dorothea nodded and smiled. Sorry, its a traffic accident. Now you should get moving to the assignment I gave you.
The one about the meeting on city parks?
It concerns Dealey Plaza.
But theres a severe storm approaching, possibly with tornadoes. Maybe I could help cover the outcome? The meeting doesnt sound like hard news. I could pick it up later.
Were fine with the storm. We need someone at the parks meeting.
But- Kate shot glances at the news assistant monitoring the scanners and Chuck Laneer in his office on the phone -I really think-
Are you refusing an assignment, Kate?
No, not at all.
Did you read the report on Dealey Plaza that I gave you?
Yes. But all it suggests is planting some trees.
Youre not from Texas, so you can be forgiven for not understanding that Dealeys a national historic landmark. Anything concerning the plaza interests editors across the country. Youd better hurry along.
Kate returned to her desk for her things.
Biting back her frustration, she pulled on her raincoat, unable to dismiss the niggling feeling that Dorothea was attempting to thwart her. In the past week shed given the two other interns bigger stories that got major national play. It seemed Dorothea went out of her way to feed Kate scraps and soft news.
Everybody stop what youre doing! Chucks voice boomed.
He stood in the doorway of his office holding a notebook in one hand and his glasses in the other. Thirty-nine hard years in news were written in the lines that creased his rugged face.
We have confirmation that tornadoes are cutting across the metropolitan area. We have casualties and destruction. Laneer glanced at his notebook. Weve got people going to Arlington, Grand Prairie and Lancaster.
Laneer pointed his glasses at Kate.
I want you to get to Wildhorse Heights, to the Old Southern Glory Flea Market, south of LBJ and Hawn. It got hit. New York wants everything weve got and they want it fast, people. Stand down from all other assignments. There is only one story today. Lets get on it.
4
Dallas-Fort Worth Metroplex, Texas
Kate took the elevator down to the buildings parking garage.
She hurried to her car, a 2007 Chevy Cobalt that started with a rattle, reminding her that she had to get it to the shop one of these days. She reset her mileage counter then keyed the flea market address into the GPS on her dash.
Newsleads bureau was in Bryan Tower. The flea market was about twelve miles southeast.
She switched on her hands-free speakerphone and wheeled out of the garage. Her wipers swept at the rain as Chucks orders echoed in her head.
Get us the facts, the heartbreak and the heroes.
Kate got onto the expressway with her stomach tightening, as it always did whenever shed rushed off to a breaking story. No matter how many tragedies or disasters shed covered, Kate never got used to it.
No reporter did.
You never knew what you were heading into. But it was up to you to pull a story out of the chaos, to make sense of whatever was unfolding and to do it as a clock ticked down on you. And if that wasnt enough pressure, Kate knew that she and her two competitors would be judged by their performance on this story.
The prize was a full-time job.
She adjusted her grip on the wheel as she worked through traffic.
Ill do whatever it takes, she vowed to her daughters snapshot on the visor as the radio news broadcasted tornado updates, confirming: A large number of fatalities, shifting Kates thoughts to the victims and their families. She did not want to land a story, or a job, at the expense of someone elses pain.
I didnt mean it that way. Forgive me.
She glanced at the few sparkles Grace had shed from her homemade card onto the passenger seat when shed taken her to her friend Courtneys birthday party, a few days before shed left for Texas.
It was nearly two weeks ago but it seemed like a year.
In her rearview mirror Kate saw Dallass skyline, the Bank of America Plaza, the Renaissance and Comerica towers and the Fountain Place prism, all blurring in her rain-streaked rear window.
Would Dallas be her new home?
As the wet road rushed under her car, she considered her life and where she was headed with it. She was a twenty-nine-year-old single mother with a six-year-old daughter. From the beginning, Kate and Grace had been on their own. Graces father had never been in the picture. Kate had been a loner most of her life. Her mother and father died in a hotel fire when she was seven years old. After the tragedy, Kate and her little sister, Vanessa, lived with relatives then bounced through foster homes. Two years after her parents deaths, she lost Vanessa in a car accident.
Kates radio beeped.
We have confirmation that powerful tornadoes have touched down in Lancaster and Wildhorse Heights. We have reports of fatalities and widespread devastation. This could be one of the worst storms ever
Kate took a deep breath and concentrated on her driving when her phone rang with a call from Chuck Laneer.
Where are you now?
A little over halfway.
Do you see any pockets of damage?
No, nothing but black clouds and rain where I am.
We need to move on this.
Kate passed a line of slower vehicles. As neighborhood after neighborhood rolled by she checked her GPS constantly. She was somewhere at the southern point of Kleberg when the squeak of wipers on the windshield signaled that the rain was letting up.
The sky was clearing.
The area was flat, nearly treeless, but it appeared undisturbed. She saw an aging roller-skating rink, an auto auction yard, an ice-cream stand-but no indication of damage.
None.
Fearing shed missed a turnoff, she consulted her GPS again. Where was the flea market? It should be here.
Her phone rang. Chuck again.
Kate, where are youwhatve you got?
Nothing so far.
You should be-
Chuck, youre breaking up!
-were hearing that the Saddle Up Center in the market got-
When the call died, she tried calling Chuck back, but shed lost the connection.
Traffic ahead was slowing into a stream of brake lights as troopers and sheriffs deputies were merging two lanes of southbound traffic into one to keep a clear path for emergency vehicles. Kate got into the single slow lane, which soon crawled to a stop.
In the expressways grassy median she saw a large upside-down neon sign for Sanchez Restaurant-Fajita Special Today; she saw a partial splintered wooden structure that may have been a roof, then a crumpled van on its side. Cars had pulled over to aid the vans passengers. Two solid lanes of traffic flowed in the opposite direction. Kate had to do a double take on several pickup trucks. They were loaded with bleeding people being tended to by others.