Christiano's Angel
SAN
o far. The bolder and more crazy the story, the more I wanted to be the one to cover it. The more dangerous the situation, the b
rock I wouldn't turn. I would get that scoop. And someda
me
unately, was
to buy a pack of cigars from this st
sor
this establishment is somehow conn
...w
e families of New York! The five families that have dominated org
ties," He i
hoots with?" I leaned across the counter further forcing the recorder closer to
work here." He said, puttin
omething you need to talk. Not only would you be obstructing the Law if you didn't, but imagin
thing to do with any maf
corder away. "I'm not getting anythin
ic to my struggle, and shook his head.
uuuuure?" I put on my
sit
order, "Fine. Can I at least use th
pointed me in the dir
sting pictures or something along the hallway or in the bathroom, a face that I could trace. The owner
freelance, along with every other wannabe out here. If I wrote it, and they liked it, I was in. But that meant it had to be better than eve
, and slammed it back down. "Ridiculous!" I muttered. I pulled out a tube of ru
ing a ruckus. A loud ruckus. The kind of rucku
ed up onto the seat, so my feet would disappear. And then? The reporter in me pulled her cell phone on and hit the record button. Hol
shrill scream, but I remained completely mute, even when whoever had entered started firing off in the room. Bullets came through the bathroom stall, they se
of open firing across the whole bathroom, th
l beside me get kicked open, and then silence. I had left my lipstick on the counter! F*ck*r. F*ck*ng f*ck*r! More footsteps. I pointed my phon
my own was kicke
he
s was it. I was going to die. And I did t even get the story. I saw hi
I heard someone yellin
rry! Let's
suddenly the feet in my line of vision were retre
b*tch. I'
turned back to look at the holes in the stall, the stall that I had just been leaning against. How had they missed me? He knew wha
d I wasn't going to let that go to
one set to record, I made