‘How are those calls going?’ Cory asked, taking the final sip of his cold coffee. He was half asleep, having just typed up an uninspiring news story about a plant pot that had been pushed off the wall at the town’s bus station, smashing the clay container and damaging the plants. It was the third time that month, and it was getting a bit wearing trying to find a new angle on an item whose presence on the front page had been hard enough to justify the first time around. But that’s how things were at The Shallow Falls Tribune these days.
‘All three dogs have been reunited with their owners,’ Bianca announced. ‘One of the owners even picked up a new cat, as well.’
She smiled at Cory with the youthful enthusiasm of a first-day intern. At least she spoke to him. The previous intern had barely
