Chapter Seven
When Jon arrived back at the hotel, a message was left at the desk for him. William Fonest had requested a callback. “Oh, great!” Jon mumbled sourly to himself. He got on the elevator and pulled out his cell phone. It was nearing evening. He was tired and wanted to retire for the day. Jon knew Fonest would want an update on the story by morning. He was in for another late night.
“Bill, it's Jon. You called?” Jon asked unenthusiastically.
“Jon, any news yet? I haven't heard anything from you for a couple of days now. When can I expect a detailed report for the Tribune?” William Fonest demanded.
Well...we've been uh...tomorrow,” Jon replied. He knew Fonest wanted something by morning.
“Fine! I'll expect an early morning email from you! Good evening!” Fonest stated in a ple
