Kate at the bank.”
“What do you have?”
“Dan Fulton, manager of the SkyNational Trust Banking in Roseoak Park, Queens, takes a quarter million dollars from his own branch after scrawling a note that ‘they’ have placed bombs on him and his family.”
“That’s solid? You’ve got it confirmed, Kate?”
“A person who was there when it happened detailed it for me. I don’t think anyone has what we have, Reeka. I think this is a national interest case. We don’t know where the manager is, or where his wife and nine-year-old son are. They’re all believed to be strapped with bombs, and no one seems to have a clue who’s behind it all.”
“Okay, get this on our news budget and give me a story within the hour. Did we get art with it?”
“Yes. Gabe Atwater’s got some dramatic stuff.”
“All right.”
“There’s still a few people I need to talk to.”
“I want a story in an hour, Kate. You can update through the day.”
“And the conference?”
“We’ll send a stringer.”
Kate ended her call.
As she turned to look for Gabe, she stepped directly into FBI agent Nick Varner.
“You’re something else, Kate, I’ll give you that.” He was tapping her business card in his hand and shaking his head. “You want to know everything, and you want to know it now.”
“I’m a reporter, Agent Varner. It’s what I do.”
“You’re doing a helluva job.”
“Well, that’s what I’m paid for. What’s your problem, anyway?”
“I’m telling you for the last time.” Varner jabbed a finger toward Kate. “Do not jeopardize this case.”
“And I’m telling you, I’m not going away.”
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