Hard News (Rune Trilogy)
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Rune is an aspiring filmmaker with more ambition than political savvy, paying her dues as an assistant cameraperson for the local news. But she's got her eyes on the prize, the network's hot newsmagazine, Current Events -- and she's got the story she knows will get her there.
Poking around in the video archives, Rune spots a taped interview with Randy Boggs, who's doing hard time in Attica for a murder he claims he didn't commit. Rune can't say exactly why, but she's sure he's innocent. If she can prove it, Current Events won't merely report the news, it'll make news -- and Rune's career.
But what she could be writing is Randy Boggs's epitaph -- and her own. Rune's newly discovered witness soon turns up dead. A hit man from Miami is on Rune's trail, and Boggs is finding prison even more dangerous than before. Someone wants this story killed, and it could be the girl with the camera who ends up on the cutting room floor.
shape of animals. She likes the bears best but I think that’s only because they’re cherry-flavored. You like bears, don’t you, honey?” Courtney had finished the sardines. She nodded. “Okay, well, let me tell you a little about the procedure from here on out. This’s the Child Welfare Administration, which is part of the city’s Human Resources Administration. We’ve got a network of emergency foster homes where she’ll be placed for a week or so until we can get her into a permanent foster home.
fiercely. Names like Bergdorf, Bendel and Ferragamo came to mind but Rune had no idea which name went with which article of clothing. The woman sat behind a large antique desk, under a wall filled with blotched and squiggly modern paintings and framed photos of Sutton shaking hands with or embracing a couple of presidents and some other distinguished, gray-haired men. The phone conversation continued and Rune was completely ignored. She looked around. Two of the walls in the office were
Challenger explosion. It didn’t look very impressive—yellow-painted walls, a chipped and stained oval table and ten swivel chairs whose upholstery had faded to baby-blue from the parent company cerulean. But the shabbiness didn’t detract from the fact that history had been chronicled—and sometimes even made—in this room. Rune paused outside the teak door. Bradford Simpson, who hadn’t been invited to the meeting, handed her the files he’d helped carry from her desk. “Break a leg,” he said and
the Caribbean like?” “I love it. I was to St. Martin last year. Me and my girlfriends had us a fine time.” Man, that sand looked nice. He liked the idea. But then he frowned. “You know, my passport expired. Do you need a passport to go to any of those places?” “Some countries you do. Some all you need is a birth certificate.” “How would I tell?” “Maybe what you could do is buy a guidebook. There’s a bookstore up the street. You make a right at the corner and it’s right there.” “Now there’s
Nodding at the little girl. “Look, Mommy.” Claire twisted her body as far as she could so the un-bandaged eye got a good look at the dress, and the way the young woman’s damaged face blossomed with love as she looked at her little girl clearly answered the single scorching question that had been consuming Rune since Claire had returned. When she considered it now, of course, she realized there really had never been any chance that Courtney could stay with her and she was mad at herself for