CHAPTER FOUR
“Independence Chronical,” said the voice on the other end.
“Mr. Toby Burke please,” said Deborah.
“One moment please.”
“Burke here.”
“Mr. Burke, this is Deborah MacDonald.”
“Who?”
“Deborah MacDonald.”
“Is this a joke?”
“Why would I joke with you, Sir.?”
“Why would anyone joke with a reporter? I don’t know who you are, but this isn’t funny.”
“Mister Burke please don’t hang up. Please, I’m begging you.”
“Can you prove who you are?”
“I don’t know. How can I prove who I am over the phone?”
“Have we ever met?”
“Yes!”
“Where?”
“Outside the hospital in Kansas City,” said Deborah.
“What did you do?”
“I hit you, but I apologized for that, don’t you remember?”
“Yes, I remember, you knocked me out.”
“And I had the Secret Service take you home.”
“What can I do for yo
