Naked Sun

1 “Come on Bev, you know you could use a break.” Tara had no idea how true that was. Bev laughed into the phone. She hadn’t had a day off since she took over as editor in chief of the Alpine Avalanche newspaper six months ago. Getting her bearings in the new position coupled with the complications of the physical and emotional recovery from her near death encounter with the previous editor, not to mention the several months she had devoted to the failed reunion with her ex-husband, had been a whirlwind. A break was well deserved. When the town council of Alpine asked her to fill the empty editor position Bev had jumped at the chance to have complete journalistic control of the hometown newspaper, not fully understanding what that entailed. She had definitely glamorized the idea in her mind. She couldn’t deny the sense of justice, satisfaction, or perhaps karma, she felt at the offer. After all, Hal Preston had tried to kill her…twice. It seemed only fitting she should have his newspaper. Little could she have known the job itself would be her un-doing. “I just don’t know how I can get away Tar. Who will run this literary empire?” Her sarcasm wasn’t lost on Tara. Tara continued to press, “It’s only for four days! Four glorious days of lounging poolside, drink in one hand, book in another. Tucson is perfect this time of year, tons of sun. The resort is all inclusive and it’s on me.” Finally, she paused, waiting for Bev to answer. Bev sighed. It did sound tempting. “It would have to be from Thursday to Sunday, and I would need to do some work.” Tara sensed Bev’s defenses falling. “Not a problem, the resort has WIFI! Is that a yes?” Bev was sure Tara was already packing. “Okay, yes.” “Great! We’re going to have so much fun!” Bev heard the silly college girl tone in Tara’s voice. The same tone she had grown to love during their shared University of Colorado days, and a little something more mischievous. Tara definitely knew how to have fun. “I’ll pick you up Thursday, early. I’ll call. Gotta go! “ Tara was off the line as quick as she came, leaving Bev with a list of questions on the tip of her tongue. “What time?” she asked no one on the phone. “What should I bring to wear?” she continued to herself. “Fantastic!” She put the phone down and went to inform her staff of her plans. Elena was at her post manning the grey metal desk in the reception area. She hadn’t missed a beat when Bev had taken over the paper. She hadn’t seemed surprised in the least when her previous boss had turned out to be a killer either and seemed to have no more or less regard for her current employer. Bev had since decided that Elena’s allegiance was first to herself, then her family, then Her Lady of Guadalupe, then perhaps her job. She was, however, a great receptionist–when she was there–and Bev needed her general knowledge of the systems at the paper. Elena, of course, knew this. “Elena?” Bev approached her as a jester does the queen. Elena looked up through long black lashes. She had the kind of beauty that Bev was sure was sung about in the Spanish ballads that played on the radio behind her. Songs that spoke of “mi Bonita”, “mi Vida”, “mi Corazon”, “mi Amor”. Intimidating to say the least. “Elena,” Bev tried again. “I am going out of town Thursday and Friday.” Elena didn’t react. “Will you send Ramon to me when he comes in, we have to move the paper run up a couple of hours?” The Tejano crooner sang on, “no mas”, “te quierras”. “I also need to get last week’s run sheets and advertisers list.” Elena acknowledged and turned, moving to the files behind her. In moments she handed the requested files to Bev. “Thanks.” Bev headed back to her desk. There was a lot to do in order to leave. She usually investigated the police reports on Tuesday, but she would have to move that up. She would call Lela at the police station in a few minutes. She paused. The police reports always made her pause. She hadn’t seen Sam in eight months. That in itself was amazing, given that they both worked in a town with two stop lights. She dreaded the day they would see each other. Thankfully it hadn’t happened yet. She didn’t know what she was going to say to him if and when it did. Instead she waited for the weekly police reports, pretending not to care, and then spent the rest of the week trying to forget him all over again. She knew it was passive stalking, verging on becoming an obsession. She knew it, but she looked for his name listed in the paperwork anyway. She knew he had been promoted. He was Sergeant Samuel Gant now. She knew he was on a special team, it wasn’t clear what their assignments were, maybe narcotics. There were several drug busts attributed to the team, which would also explain the lack of his presence in town. He definitely wasn’t on traffic patrol anymore. Lastly she knew that he had a new partner and she went only by the nick name “B”. Perhaps for security purposes. In an act of sheer cowardice and vague hope she had left any absolution of their relationship up to him and he had stayed away. Though she had first met him a little over a year ago, it seemed like ten since he had pulled her over for speeding on the way to get a job at this newspaper. He had been a chauvinistic, arrogant, macho cop. She had been the idealistic, nosey, journalist. Gasoline and fire that had combusted into an explosive affair. They could never catch a break. There had been her ex, a murderer, and several trips to the hospital. And finally there had been her fear. Fear of failing in another relationship. Fear that he couldn’t help her overcome. She knew they were over, she just didn’t have time to process all of it fully. She also knew she really didn’t want to, so she pushed the thoughts aside once more and went about her business. Bev made the necessary calls to the police station and met with Ramon. There were two articles she needed to finish and her letter from the editor to write. Classified Ads would need to finish their copy early and she would have to come up with the lead story and get the front page photo. Elena reluctantly fulfilled Bev’s request to contact the schools to get their lunch lists for the upcoming week and the Honor Roll List. There was never enough time in a day. By 9:00 that night Bev’s list was considerably shorter, but far from finished. She flipped the lights off, the last to leave the building, and she would be the first to flip them back on in the morning. Such was a day in the life of Editor in Chief of the Alpine Avalanche. She sighed. Suddenly Bev felt tired and realized she was very much looking forward to the weekend getaway with Tara.