John The next morning, nursing a biting hangover John walked into the newsroom only to realize that the entire staff had gotten there before him. They gathered around one of the desks in the middle of the room, and they turned as a group as he walked in.
“Got a minute?” asked Jefferson Daniels. He was one of the longtime reporters, in his fifties, heavyset, and mostly bald with a band of gray hair along the sides. His laugh was loud and infectious. He was well liked and trusted by the other staffers. With the last name of Daniels and the telltale red nose and broken blood veins of a serious drinker, every- one knew him as Jack.
John glanced up at the clock and saw that it wasn’t even eight o’clock. He shrugged. “Sure.” Jack Daniels glanced back at the others, and they nodded for him to
