“Did you say anything?”
“That I wanted to call a lawyer.”
“Don’t say anything else. If you talk, they’ll find a way to use it.” Nate doesn’t say ‘we’ll find a way.’ He makes himself not listen for “solid copy” and hangs up fast, walks out of his office faster, and runs to Steve Cooley’s secretary. “I need to see the DA,” he says. But no, Cooley’s in a meeting, they’re all supposed to go to the meeting, Nate never liked Cooley anyway – “Never mind. Can I leave him a message?”
The secretary nods. Nate smiles unmeaning and out of habit, but Ms. Fenton is new, photogenic and hired for the campaign and deserving better than a boss whose website trumpets an “unambiguous” support of the death penalty. “Thanks.” He carries pens still. This part is easy. Brad’s “one call” chases “murder” around and around inside Nate’s skull.
Mr. Cooley,
I quit.
Nathaniel Fick
“That I wanted to call a lawyer.”
“Don’t say anything else. If you talk, they’ll find a way to use it.” Nate doesn’t say ‘we’ll find a way.’ He makes himself not listen for “solid copy” and hangs up fast, walks out of his office faster, and runs to Steve Cooley’s secretary. “I need to see the DA,” he says. But no, Cooley’s in a meeting, they’re all supposed to go to the meeting, Nate never liked Cooley anyway – “Never mind. Can I leave him a message?”
The secretary nods. Nate smiles unmeaning and out of habit, but Ms. Fenton is new, photogenic and hired for the campaign and deserving better than a boss whose website trumpets an “unambiguous” support of the death penalty. “Thanks.” He carries pens still. This part is easy. Brad’s “one call” chases “murder” around and around inside Nate’s skull.
Mr. Cooley,
I quit.
Nathaniel Fick