in an attempt to find and rescue one of their own. But by then Courier would have been long gone.
It was clear the abduction would have drawn the bureau in and caused a massive distraction from its investigation of McGinnis and Courier. But it was also clear that this would be only a temporary shift. My guess was that before noon the next day, agents would be coming in by the planeload in a federal show of might and determination. This would allow them to overcome any distraction and put even more pressure on the investigation, all the while maintaining a suffocating effort to find Rachel.
The more I thought about it, the more I wished I’d given Courier the chance to answer that last question: Why didn’t you run?
I didn’t have the answer and it was too late to get it directly from the source. So I kept working it around in my head until it was all there was to think about.
“Jack?”
I looked over the wall of my cubicle and saw Molly Robards, the secretary to the assistant managing editor.
“Yes?”
“You’re not answering your phone and your e-mail box is full.”
“Yeah, I’m getting too many-is that a problem?”
“Mr. Kramer would like to see you.”
“Oh, okay.”
I didn’t make a move but neither did she. It was clear she had been sent to retrieve me. I finally pushed my chair back and got up.
Kramer was waiting for me with a big, phony smile on his face. I had a feeling that whatever he was about to tell me was not his idea. I took this as a good sign, since his ideas were seldom good ones.
“Jack, sit down.”
I did. He straightened things up on his desk before proceeding.
“Well, I’ve got some good news for you.”
He gave me the smile again. The same one he’d had on when he told me I was out.
“Really?”
“We’ve decided to withdraw your termination plan.”
“What’s that mean? I’m not laid off?”
“Exactly.”
“What about my pay and benefits?”
“Nothing’s changed. Same old same old.”
It was just like Rachel getting her badge back. I felt a trill of excitement but then reality hit home.
“So what’s that mean, you lay somebody else off instead of me?”
Kramer cleared his throat.
“Jack, I’m not going to lie to you. Our objective was to drop one hundred slots in editorial by June first. You were number ninety-nine-it was that close.”
“So I keep my job and somebody else gets the ax.”
“Angela Cook will be the ninety-ninth slot. We won’t be replacing her.”
“That’s convenient. Who is the big one hundred?”
I swiveled in the chair and looked out through the glass at the newsroom.
“Bernard? GoGo? Collins-”
Kramer cut me off.
“Jack, I can’t discuss that with you.”
I turned back to him.
“But somebody else is about to get the hook because I got to stay. What happens after this story winds down? Will you call me back in here and can me all over again?”
“We’re not expecting another involuntary reduction in force. The new owner has made it-”
“What about the next new owner? And the one after that?”
“Look, I didn’t bring you in here so you could preach to me. The news business is undergoing serious changes. It’s a life-and-death struggle. The question is, do you want to keep your job or not? I’m offering it to you.”
I swiveled all the way around so my back was to him and I was looking out at the newsroom. I wouldn’t miss the place. I would only miss some of the people. Without turning back to Kramer I gave him my answer.
“This morning my literary agent in New York woke me up at six. He said he had gotten me an offer for a two- book deal. A quarter million dollars. It would take me almost three years to make that here. And on top of that, I got a job offer from the Velvet Coffin. Don Goodwin is starting an investigations page on his website. To sort of pick up the slack where the
I stood up and turned back to Kramer.
“I told him yes. So thanks for the offer but you can put me down as number one hundred on your thirty list. After tomorrow, I’m gone.”
“You took a job with a competitor?” Kramer said indignantly.
“What did you expect? You laid me off, remember?”
“But I’m rescinding that,” he sputtered. “We already made our quota.”
“Who? Who’d you fire?”
Kramer looked down at his desk and whispered the latest victim’s name.
“Michael Warren.”
I shook my head.
“It figures. The one guy in the newsroom I wouldn’t give the time of day and now I’m saving his job. You can hire’m back, because I don’t want your job anymore.”
“Then I want you to clear your desk out right now. I’ll call security and have you escorted out.”
I smiled down at him as he picked up the phone.
“Fine by me.”
I found an empty cardboard box in the copy shop and ten minutes later was filling it with the things I wanted to keep from my desk. The first to go in was the worn red dictionary my mother had given me. After that, there wasn’t much else worth keeping. A Mont Blanc desk clock which somehow had never been stolen, a red stapler and a few files containing call sheets and source contacts. That was it.
A guy from security watched over me as I packed and I got the feeling it wasn’t the first time he had been placed in such an awkward position. I took mercy on him and didn’t blame him for just doing his job. But having him standing at my desk was like waving a flag. Soon Larry Bernard came over.
“What’s going on? You have till tomorrow.”
“Not anymore. Crammer told me to hit the road.”
“How come? What did you do?”
“He tried to give me my job back but I told him he could keep it.”
“
“I got a new job, Larry. Two of them, actually.”
My box was as full as it was going to get. It looked pitiful. Not much for seven years on the job. I stood up, slung my backpack over my shoulder and picked up the box, ready to go.
“What about the story?” Larry asked.
“It’s your story. You’ve got a handle on it.”
“Yeah, through you. Who am I going to get to give me the inside stuff?”
“You’re a reporter. You’ll figure it out.”
“Can I call you?”
“No, you can’t call me.”
Larry frowned, but I didn’t let him swing too long.
“But you can take me to lunch on the
“You’re the man.”
“See you around, Larry.”
