me he wanted it fully known that this was his decision. “But
I knew you’d want to hear what he has to say.”
“I only want to hear one of two things come out of your mouth,” Paulina said. “One, that you know who threatened my daughter. Or two, you’re leaving this business and wanted to thank me for showing this city what a washed-up, drunk old hack you really are.”
I saw Jack flinch at that, but he stood his ground. Paulina was staring daggers into Jack’s eyes, but he didn’t waver.
“I can’t say either of those,” Jack said.
“Then why the hell am I here? Serves me right for trusting you, Parker.”
“You trusted me for a reason,” I said. “Now hear him out.”
Paulina looked at Jack, shook her head. “I’m surprised you had the balls to poke your head out from whatever rock you’ve been under the last few months.”
“Balls have never been my problem,” Jack said. “It’s knowing when to think with my head instead of my balls that’s gotten me into trouble.”
Had Jack been thirty years younger, I could see these two having the best enemy sex in history.
“Seems like that’s a problem a lot of male journalists have. Even Henry here. Right, Parker? No reporter’s had his life threatened more times in a few years than your protege, Jack. These balls? How would you feel if one day
Henry gets too close to the fire and gets burned to a crisp?”
“Shut the hell up,” I said. Paulina smiled.
“There are those balls I talked about,” she said. “You’re a reporter, Henry, not a soldier. You’re not supposed to have emotion or take sides. And you’re not supposed to come this close to getting yourself killed on every story you report.”
“I do what I need to in order to get to the truth,” I said.
“You don’t seem to care much about the truth in the story I wrote about Jack,” she said. “You might hate me for it, but every word in that was true. And you don’t judge him the way you’re judging me right now.”
“You see, that’s where you and I aren’t alike,” I said.
“I don’t look at life as one big story to report. There’s a big difference between blood and ink. It’s a shame you never learned that.”
“Enough of this crap,” Jack said. “Do you want to hear what we found or not?”
“Fine,” Paulina said, folding her arms across her chest.
I could tell this was a practiced look, sternness crossed with just a hint of pouty sexuality. She was used to pressing just hard enough to elicit a reaction, but not hard enough to drive people away. Jack had information she needed, but she wouldn’t stay quiet without letting him know what she thought. And it was then that I realized
Paulina didn’t write that article just to get publicity, she did it because she truly loathed Jack.
“Does a girl named Pamela Ruffalo ring a bell?” Jack said.
Paulina didn’t give any indication that she recognized the name. “No. Who the hell is that?”
“She’s a student at Smith College,” Jack said. “A junior, I believe, according to her Facebook page.”
As Jack spoke, I could see the blank look on Paulina’s face changing. She recognized the name from somewhere.
“What does Pam have to do with any of this?” she said in an argumentative tone, hoping Jack would answer her in a way that would vindicate Pam. Not only did Paulina know Pam Ruffalo, but for some reason whatever Jack was going to say was going to hit her-hard.
“A few months ago, Pam Ruffalo began posting to a personal blog. She talked about a lot of things on the site, one of which was her relationship with her new girlfriend. A girl named Abigail Cole.”
Paulina watched, and I could have sworn she didn’t blink for a minute straight.
“Keep talking,” she said.
“She posted a lot of photos on the site. But she never posted any photos like the one you described the blond man having that night.”
“So if she didn’t post those photos,” Paulina said, “why do you think she was involved?”
“Pam shut the blog down, according to records, just a few days after you were abducted. In the days leading up to the cancellation, there was nothing to suggest that there was anything wrong in her life. Did you ever tell your daughter what happened to you?” Jack said.
I was surprised, looking at Jack, to see a hint of sympathy in his face. He had no love for Paulina Cole as a reporter, but considering her as a human and a mother outweighed that.
“Yes,” she said. “A few days after it happened. I went up to Smith and told her about it. Only to keep her safe.”
“Do you think it’s fair to assume,” Jack said, “that Abigail told her girlfriend what you told her? That she told Pam?”
Paulina stood there, then wiped at her eyes which were reddening. For some reason I felt ashamed watching this.
“It’s possible,” Paulina said. Jack nodded slowly.
“Henry was able to log on to Facebook and contact a few of Abigail’s friends. Through them, he found the photos you referred to, the beach shots. They were taken by a girl named Samantha Isringhausen, who then uploaded them to her account.”
“I called Samantha,” I said, “in her dorm room. When
I asked her about the photos, specifically the one of
Abigail in front of the hole, she told me that when Pam saw it she immediately asked for the only copy. She loved that picture so much that she never wanted it to be seen by anyone other than her. Samantha agreed, and said after sending the file to Pamela and uploading the rest, she deleted them from her digital camera.”
“So the only person who had that photo,” Jack said,
“was your daughter’s girlfriend.”
“Wait,” Paulina said, tears starting to run freely now.
“Are you saying…”
“I’m saying that the man who attacked you that night,”
Jack said, “got the photo from Pamela Ruffalo, your daughter’s girlfriend. She sold your daughter out.”
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Paulina didn’t move. Her entire upper body trembled as she looked from Jack to me and back again. Then she stared at me long and hard, without taking her eyes away.
I couldn’t understand why at first, but then I realized that she trusted me more than she trusted Jack.
Paulina was hoping I would tell her that none of this was true.
Instead I walked up to Paulina, and I’ll be damned if
I know why I did this, but I took the woman’s hand in mine and held it.
“It’s true,” I said. “We haven’t spoken to Pam or Abigail yet.”
“Why not?” she said.
Jack replied, “Because you’re Abigail’s mother. And you’re a reporter, too. Because this part of the story needs to be reported by you.”
“How can I…” Paulina said, trailing off. “My daughter, she’ll be…”
“She’ll hate you,” I said, “for a while. But eventually she’ll know the truth. And she’ll respect you for it.”
Paulina laughed bitterly. “My daughter hasn’t respected me in a long time.”
“Well, if she doesn’t respect you,” I said, “she’ll sure as hell love you for it.”
“What about you two? What happens next?”
Jack said, “We’ll be waiting for your call. Your promise to Henry still stands. We did our part and will continue to.”
