Only a few reporters were at their desks early Monday afternoon. The others must be out on stories. Either that—and this was Claire’s guess—they used that excuse to escape the smoke-filled reporters" pen and take advantage of the beautiful spring day.
"Where are you on the Caruso story?" Mr. Dudley asked her when he ventured through the strangely quiet room.
"Stuck," she said, worried. Did Mr. Dudley intend to take her off the story and assign it to someone better experienced at digging into the facts?
"You talk to the copper on the case lately? Peter Wells, if I remember correctly. He claimed the two murders—Caruso and…” He snapped his fingers. “What was the other one? Sidney something?”
"D"Agostino was his last name. Sid the Sneak was his moniker."
"Yeah, I remember now."
"I plan o
