Free Fall. Rick Mofina

could ask you the same question.”

      He sipped his coffee casually. Reeka entered the room, wearing a navy power suit, her face focused on her phone, thumbs a blur. She completed a message, then looked at Kate.

      “Did you send me your overtime sheet?”

      “I’ll do that today.”

      “Okay, everybody.”

      Chuck arrived and shut the door, prompting Sloane to paste on a smile, stand and extend his hand.

      “Mr. Laneer, welcome. Sloane F. Parkman. We haven’t met but I’m more than aware of your legendary status in the news craft.”

      “It’s Chuck. Thanks.”

      “Hi.” Kate smiled.

      “Good to see you again, Kate.”

      Chuck smiled but his eyes betrayed a tinge of concern. His tie was slightly loosened and his shirtsleeves were rolled up. He’d lost some weight, his hair was thinner and mussed, and the lines in his face had deepened.

      “This won’t take long. I wanted to get to the jetliner story before Hersh and I officially address the newsroom this morning about my return.”

      Chuck glanced at his watch.

      “I’ve looked at our coverage of Flight Forty-nine Ninety, and we have an opportunity here to take command of this story and reassert Newslead’s prominence. By all accounts, something went haywire and a plane nearly fell from the sky. The Richlon-TitanRT-86 is a new model that came into service about two years ago. There are about three hundred in operation around the world and it seems to have a good safety record. We need to know if this is an isolated incident or if there’s a serious problem with that aircraft. Lives could be at risk and it’s our duty to inform the public.”

      “My sources said it was not a technical problem but turbulence and pilot error,” Sloane said.

      “I heard the crew on the scanner report that it was not turbulence,” Kate said. “That it was some sort of malfunction.”

      Chuck leaned forward. “The NTSB and EastCloud haven’t confirmed a damn thing yet,” he said. “Until then, we’re going to own this story and follow it until it’s no longer a story. Now, I’ve spoken with Reeka and I’ve decided to put you both on this one.”

      “Both of us?” Kate was stunned.

      “That’s right. Both of you. Sloane, have you consulted FAA records on the airworthiness of this plane and the history of the model, or checked our legal databases for any civil action?”

      “I was about to do just that, Chuck.”

      Shaking her head, Kate turned to the window to avoid screaming while watching hope fade away.

      “Kate?” Chuck said.

      She turned back.

      “Kate, I want you to work every angle you can to get us out front and keep us there.”

      “Sure. I’m on it.”

      “Good. We’re going to break news with solid, on-the-record reporting. Newslead will be the go-to source for this story and every story we cover. Is that understood?”

      “Clearly,” Sloane said.

      “Abundantly,” Kate said.

      “Okay, that’s it.”

      * * *

      What’s going on? I don’t believe this.

      Kate headed for her desk, reconsidered then went to Chuck’s office.

      Through his open door, she could see that he was standing with his back to her, looking at the empty bookshelves and credenza. Three cardboard boxes sitting on his desk were jammed with items: his baseball autographed by the Yankees, his Pulitzer and his framed photos. One of Chuck with his wife was already on the desk.

      Kate was overcome with sadness, seeing him standing there alone, his life in those boxes. How long had it been since they’d talked, a year? She was angry at him for leaving Newslead after his blowout with previous spineless management. The fact he was dealing with his wife’s illness at the same time had only complicated things. She rapped lightly on the door and he turned to her. This time his smile was from the heart.

      “I’m glad you’re back,” she said. “It’s been too long.”

      “The time got away from us. Look, when I left I had a helluva lot going on and, well—”

      “It’s all history now. It’s okay. How’s Audrey doing?”

      “Still cancer-free. Thanks for asking.”

      “Good, I’m glad.” Kate let a moment pass. She didn’t have much time. “We need to talk about what just happened back there.”

      He ran a hand over his face.

      “Shut the door.”

      Kate closed it.

      “Chuck, let me go first. I don’t want to scare you but this place is a mess. The cuts have taken a toll. The new management’s dysfunctional. Morale here sucks. The quality of our work is slipping. The place is fueled by nepotism and cronyism.”

      “I know.”

      “As for Sloane. Oh. My. God. Chuck, I can’t work with him. The guy’s a freaking liar. It’s a risk to have him in our newsroom and his name on Newslead stories.”

      “I know.”

      “You know?”

      “Nothing leaves this room.”

      “Okay.”

      “I need you to work with him.”

      “What? Why? I don’t get this. The guy should be fired.”

      “I can’t do much about him. Not yet. It’s complicated.”

      “Do you know what he did on this story? Shirking his duty?”

      Chuck nodded.

      “Word got to me. Before I came back, I called some people, did some due diligence. Listen, he’s Reeka’s hire and Reeka has pull with senior management. You know that. I can’t touch Sloane. Not yet. She wanted him on this story alone. I pushed back to get you on it because I think it requires two people, even with our smaller stable of reporters. Truth is, I need you to watch over him, to keep him from hurting us.”

      “I can’t do that!”

      “Kate, I need you to do this, and break stories. We’re under tremendous pressure. You know the song. We’re losing subscribers. We’re getting beat on stories. We’re rushing down the river to irrelevance. From what I’ve learned, Sloane’s not a reporter, at least not the caliber we need to work here, and he’ll fail. Kate, I’m counting on you to prove your strength, like you did in Dallas, and like you did on your sister’s story. I need you to help me fix Newslead.”

      Kate weighed the stakes as Chuck glanced at the time.

      “Because it’s you, I’ll do it,” she said. “But tell me, if you knew things were bad here, why did you come back?”

      “The same reason you’ve stayed.” Chuck glanced at the framed photo of his wife, then at Kate. “We’ve each given everything to this organization and we don’t give up on the things we love and believe in.”

      Before Kate could react, a knock sounded at the door. Kate opened it to Sloane and Reeka, who thrust her phone at Chuck.

      “The New York Times is now reporting that Flight Forty-nine Ninety encountered severe clear-air turbulence and the pilot disabled the plane’s safety features to deal with it and, in doing so, overreacted.”

      Adjusting his glasses, Chuck read the piece.

      “See,”