Chapter 6Layne dropped down in the visitor’s chair next to Mitch’s desk on a Friday morning in mid-August with a deep sigh. When his editor raised an eyebrow in question, Layne said, “In the past four months you’ve sent me out on eleven assignments. I’ve seen every part of the country from Oregon to Florida. I need a break. I’m sick of motels, I’m sick of restaurant food, I’m sick of cars and planes and, damn it Mitch, I want some time off.”
“I can give you an extended weekend if that helps, before your next job.”
“That is not time off, damn it! Let someone else do it this time. I’m not the only guy on staff that can take decent photos.”
“But you’re the only one who gives them the something special our readers are looking for.”
Layne shook his head. “Nope, not buying that. Richard is a
