Jack, what’ve you got?” Tim Derrick held up his clipboard listing the stories for tomorrow’s paper. “I’m heading into the meeting. I’ve got you skedded for a follow-up on the investigation into Hogan.”
“I’m expecting more information. I’ll let you know if it falls through.”
“Remember, Nate’s counting on you for a scoop.”
As Gannon settled in at his desk and prepared to eat his late lunch, his phone rang. He answered after getting two quick bites down.
“Jack Gannon, Buffalo Sentinel.”
“I got your message.”
The caller’s number was blocked but he knew the voice.
“Thanks. It’s been a while,” he said. “How are you?”
“Oh, you know me. Same old same old. And you?”
“I’m a bit under the gun. I need a favour,” he said.
“Something to do with Hogan?”
“I understand they’re looking at a cop for it?”
Silence hissed in his ear.
“Why ask me?” the caller asked.
“I figured you might know something. I’m poking around everywhere.”
Another stretch of silence passed.
“Listen,” Gannon said, “I need to confirm what I’ve learned. I think the suspect’s initial’s are K.S. and I need to clarify some details.”
After considering the situation, the caller said, “Jack, you have to guarantee that you will protect the source of this information.”
“You have my word.”
“You don’t give my name to anyone.”
“That’s right.”
“It’s true. Your information is solid.”
He stared at nothing. His breathing quickened.
“And this is from inside the investigation?” Gannon asked.
“Absolutely. I was at a case meeting today.”
“Who’s the cop?”
“A detective with the Ascension Park Police Department.”
“Got a name for me?”
“Karl Styebeck.”
Gannon thumbed the cap off of his pen, found a fresh page in his notebook and started writing, oblivious to the newsroom activity.
Styebeck.
“I’ve heard his name before,” Gannon said.
“Check your archives, he’s some kind of hero.”
“You’re absolutely sure we can go with this in the paper?”
“Dead certain.”
“Thank you.”
Pen clamped between his teeth, Gannon launched into a search of the Sentinel’s news databases, the archives of every community newspaper in the region, the Web site of the Ascension Park Police Department and various community sites online.
Soon, he had enough from community papers for a short biography.
Karl Styebeck was a decorated twelve-year veteran who coached children’s sports teams, volunteered for charity runs and gave stranger-awareness talks in Ascension Park schools. On Sundays, he went to church with his wife, Alice, and their son, Taylor. Occasionally, he sang in the choir.
This guy’s a saint.
Several years back Styebeck was off duty, returning from a Bills game, when he came upon a house fire. He’d rushed into the burning building and rescued four children. They’d been left alone by their parents who’d gone to a casino at the Falls. For his bravery, Styebeck was awarded a Chief’s Citation.
Now he’s suspected of murdering a nursing student.
Gannon had to confirm his information with the state police.
He called Clarence Barracks and asked them to convey an urgent message to Michael Brent, the lead investigator.
“What does this concern?” the duty trooper asked.
“Information about the Hogan homicide.”
“I’ll pass your message to him.”
Five minutes later, Gannon’s line rang.
“This is Mike Brent, New York State Police.”
“Thanks for getting back to me. Sir, I’m seeking your reaction for a story we’re preparing for tomorrow’s Sentinel that will report that Detective Karl Styebeck, of the Ascension Park Police Department, is the suspect in the murder of Bernice Hogan.”
Brent let several moments of icy silence pass.
“I cannot confirm your information,” Brent said.
“Is my information wrong?”
Silence.
“I would hold off writing anything like that and save yourself a lot of grief.”
“What? I’m sorry, I don’t understand.”
“I can’t confirm your information.”
“But you don’t deny it?”
“I think we’re done here.”
“Sir, you have not denied the information that Styebeck is a suspect.”
Brent hung up.
Gannon circled the few notes he’d taken from Brent and weighed matters. Brent wouldn’t have warned him to hold off if his information was wrong. Because if it was wrong Brent wouldn’t have cared, which told Gannon that his information had to be dead on the money.
No way was he going to sit on a story this big and risk letting the Buffalo News scoop him.
There was only one more person to confront with the story.
Karl Styebeck.
7
Karl Styebeck’s address and phone number were not listed, a step most cops took to protect their families.
Gannon had a hunch.
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