“Sure,” Wade said.
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The law office was in a storefront in a strip mall. Jenn stood in the doorway with her microphone. Her cameraman focused. Sunny stood behind him, watching. She had seen no sign of the stalker.
“Rolling,” the cameraman said.
Jenn knocked on the door. It opened, but not very much.
“Attorney Marc LaRoche?” Jenn said.
Someone muttered something from behind the slightly open door.
“Channel Three, how do you respond to allegations that you have consistently failed to adequately represent female clients in divorce cases?”
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Another mumble.
“No, sir,” Jenn said, “it is our business. The public has a right to know.”
There was something inaudible from behind the open door and then the door slammed shut. Jenn pounded on it.
“Attorney LaRoche,” she shouted. “Why won’t you address this issue? Attorney LaRoche?”
Jenn turned and looked into the camera, holding her microphone.
“Perhaps Attorney LaRoche has something to hide,” Jenn said. “Perhaps not. Clearly he doesn’t wish to speak with us. We’ll stay on this until all the truth is told. We don’t take no for an answer. Jenn Stone, Channel Three.”
The cameraman pulled back for a wide shot that showed a sign in the window: attorney marc laroche. Jenn kept looking into the camera until the cameraman said, “Okay, Jenn.” Then she lowered the mike and all three of them walked to the News 3 van.
“You gonna do a lead-in?” the cameraman said.
Jenn shook her head.
“No. John will do the lead-in from the anchor desk.”
“Okay,” the cameraman said, “then let’s go home.”
Back at the station, Jenn took the tape to the editing room and left it.
“We’ll edit this afternoon,” she said to Sunny. “Right now we need lunch.”
Sunny smiled.
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“I almost always need lunch,” she said.
As they walked across the vast brick plaza in front of City Hall, Sunny said, “Any sign of our stalker?”
Jenn glanced around and shook her head.
