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“You’re in his business,” Jesse said.
“Well, I know he’s very successful,” Jenn said.
“Uh-huh.”
“And he’s, let’s see . . . He’s got the weekly TV show.”
“Clever, isn’t it,” Jenn said. “And he’s got his daily radio show, and the syndicated column he does.”
“It’s in the
“Oh, hell, Jesse. I don’t know. You know I don’t pay attention to stuff like that.”
“Who would know?” Jesse said.
“Have you tried the Internet?” Jenn said.
“I’m looking for someone I can talk with.”
“I don’t . . .” She was silent while she thought. “I know.”
Her voice quickened. “My former news director, Jay Wade. He’s a communications professor now, at Taft, you know, in Walford.”
“I know.”
“I could call him for you,” Jenn said. “Arrange for you to see him.”
“You and he are pals?”
“Sure, we worked together for two years, Jesse.”
“And he was your boss?” Jesse said.
“Yes. He’s the one gave me that Race Week feature.”
Alone in his office with his feet on the desk, Jesse nodded silently.
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H I G H P R O F I L E
“I can call him,” Jesse said. “Thanks.”
When they had hung up Jesse sat motionless for a while.
“Suit.”
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I been going through that list of names you got from the bodyguard,” Suit said.
Jesse waited. Suit always admired Jesse’s silence. Suit thought he himself talked too much. He wished he were silent like Jesse.
