7They were riding down the highway in Shep's Police car. Scratch was in the back, Shep was in the passenger seat, and Ralph was driving.
“The old man wants to see you,” Shep said.
“I'm sure he does,” Scratch said. His head was pounding and he felt like invisible pins were forcing his eyelids shut. He lay in the backseat, one arm covering his eyes to block out the sun.
“Somehow this misfortune ended up in the Daily Message,” Ralph said.
“I thought the old man controlled the news,” Scratch said.
“He did,” Shep turned the radio on. He turned the knob through dead air and white noise until he came up on Johnny Cash singing Train of Love. He started tapping his finger on the car seat, keeping time with the brushes on the drums. “He never really owned the newspaper. That was Horace Hammock.
