Heat Wave: Salem
By Maya Anders
The air-conditioned newsroom was a welcome relief after the relentless heat of the afternoon sun. Cub reporter Tara Trent headed straight for the water cooler.
“Hey, Tara—Red Sonya’s been looking for you.” That came from Kevin, the Boston Bugle’s showbiz gossip columnist. “You better get your pert little ass into her office right away.”
Tara scowled at him. “What does she want now? No, don’t tell me—I can guess. It’ll be another of those wacko silly-season stories. For some reason she thinks they suit me.”
Kevin glanced at her short spiky hair, which she’d recently dyed electric blue, and at the skimpy boho-chic mini-dress she was wearing. “I can’t imagine why,” he observed.
“Last August she sent me up to Vermont to chase non-existent Bigfoot sightings
