Sloan’s eyes opened wide. “But I thought I heard something about him. Something that might make me worried about hiring him at the Bugle.”
Myrtle put her hands on her hips. “Red, have you arrested Robert Wiggins for fraud?”
“I sure haven’t,” he said.
“Then I think you’ll be fine with him, Sloan. He’s very well-spoken. Besides, the Bugle doesn’t have any money to steal anyway,” said Myrtle.
“Isn’t that the truth?” said Sloan glumly.
“And I certainly hope it means you don’t try any radical means of getting readers for the paper. Clearly, they like the Bugle the way it was.”
Red snorted. “You think? I passed about ten #SaveTheBugle signs on the way over here.”
Sloan colored a bit. “I got the message, too. I think you’ll find that everything with the newspaper will be returning to norma
