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Front Page Fatality
by LynDee Walker
Genre: Cozy Mystery, Romance, Suspense, Humor, Chick Lit
Publication: January 2013
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I felt my mouth drop open, and the other eyebrow shot up. “You’ve got to be kidding. I talked to my editor about this before I left the office. He’d fire me. Between what I have here,” I brandished the report, “and what I heard on the scanner, our copyeditor-cum-aspiring-cops-reporter could figure this one out. I can’t sit on it, Aaron. Not unless you’re offering me something pretty damned amazing in return.”
“What would it take?” He sounded like he meant it.
I sat back in my chair and studied him. Aaron’s people skills had contributed to the soft edges on his average frame, making him the obvious choice for department spokesman and thereby trapping him behind a desk in a building with too many Krispy Kreme boxes for too many years. His face looked as puppy-doggish as it ever did, but my inner Lois Lane was hopping up and down, hollering there was some- thing else in play that I didn’t see. Why on Earth would he care so much about keeping something that, in the grand scheme, was pretty insignificant to him, out of print?
“Are you serious?”
“Don’t I look serious? When you get past the dashingly, heartbreakingly handsome, that is?”
I snorted and shook my head. “How could I have missed it?”
I felt my fingers wind into my hair as I focused on the roof of my house on the aerial map behind his head. A vigilante was a sexier story angle, but not having it didn’t preclude me from writing about the murder today. And if it turned out the killer was on some sort of Death Wish trip, I’d get it at the trial anyway. Letting my hand fall back to my lap, I met Aaron’s eyes and nodded.
“All right, detective. I don’t know why you care, but I can keep the word ‘vigilante’ out for now. It’s going to cost you, though. One all-access pass, to be used at my discretion, on the story of my choice. No arguments, no negotiations, nothing held back.”
He rested his chin on his left fist and twisted his mouth to the side.
“That it?” Aaron was rarely sarcastic, and it sounded funny in his cheerful tenor.
His eyes widened. “I was kidding!”
He wanted this. And badly. And I didn’t like not understanding why.