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Chapter 26
Tess ended up staying at Colleen Reganhart's until dawn broke. She had postponed leaving after Whitney's exit, stalling to make sure there would be no awkward encounters at the elevator, or on the street. Then, just when she thought it was safe to go, Colleen began retching. Her old college instincts kicked in; it was inhuman to leave someone alone in that condition. Fortunately, tending to Esskay had inured Tess to cleaning up after others. It was almost refreshing to deal with a mess that required nothing more than paper towels and some Lysol.
She sponged off the sofa and Colleen's face, then helped her upstairs, to a bedroom as barren as the rooms below-a bed, a nightstand, and several stacks of newspapers. At least the plain white sheets felt expensive, and the duvet was real goose down. She tucked Colleen in, positioning a plastic wastebasket next to the bed, then went downstairs and made a pot of coffee, resigned to a long night. Luckily, Old Mother Reganhart's cupboard was not quite bare-she had a pound of Jamaican Blue coffee and ten packs of Merits in the freezer, an almost empty carton of half-and-half in the refrigerator, and an economy-size box of microwave popcorn on the counter.
Tess passed on the popcorn, finishing off the Milanos while reading one of Colleen's books, a collection of Molly Ivins columns. The Blight had never run the tart Texan's work, their loss. "Too fu
She smiled in spite of herself, wondering how long Whitney's voice would live in her head, how many more times she would think of something fu
"Any coffee for me?"
Colleen's voice had the rough-hewn rasp one would expect from someone who had been on both sides of a tequila bottle in the last twelve hours, but it was otherwise pleasant. Tess found a Beacon-Light mug in the sink, rinsed it out, and poured her a cup.
"I'm afraid I used the last of the half-and-half."
"That's okay, I take mine black." Cory gulped the coffee as if it were medicine she had to force down. "Where's Talbot? She contract this job out to you?"
"She left first and I was about to leave, but you-you weren't feeling very well. I thought someone should stay here, in case you did an Edgar Allan Poe. Although they say he died from rabies now, not in a drunken stupor."
"Kind of you," Colleen said, in a tone that made clear she didn't necessarily respect kindness. "But I don't remember much about last night, except for the quitting part. That was fun."
"Whitney said you threatened Lionel Mabry, too."
"Threatened him? All I did was rattle off a series of large, ungainly objects I wanted to insert into a particular orifice. I'm sure Lionel was shocked, but I doubt he actually feared for his life."
"You might be able to take your resignation back, under the circumstances."
"I don't want to. Better to leave now than wait until Lionel forces me out. The Washington Post has been flirting with me, maybe I can consummate the deal with them before word leaks out about my protégé's spectacular fall. I wouldn't be a managing editor, but I'd still be moving up, and on."
Colleen's face was streaked with make-up, her black hair still had traces of dipping sauce on the ends, and her red wool dress was so creased and stained that it was beyond the help of any dry cleaner. Yet she looked happy, as if giving up the fight for her job was a relief. She had been so lost inside protecting her position that she had lost sight of her other options. It was like watching a blind person recovering her sight.
"I guess I'll head on home."
"People are going to think you had a much more interesting night than you did," Colleen said, gesturing at Tess's Saturday night date garb. "Hey-did I say anything when I was out last night?"
"No, except for several exhortations for me to fuck myself."
"Did I…ask for anyone?"
"Whitney said you asked to speak to me, but you were beyond speaking when I showed up." Tess picked up the empty half-and-half container, shaking it in front of Colleen before pitching it into the trash. "But a black coffee drinker who keeps a carton of this around obviously has someone in her life."
"Could be for cooking," Colleen ventured.
"Sure, it makes a great sauce for microwave popcorn."
Colleen narrowed her eyes at Tess. "You are a pretty good little detective-even if you never did figure out who put that story in the newspaper."
"Everyone assumes Rosita did it."
"I know she didn't."
"How can you be so sure?"
Colleen opened the freezer and pulled out a fresh pack of cigarettes, bending over a burner on her gas stove to light one. A crack addict couldn't have looked much more blissed out at first puff.
"Because I did." Another drag, another little orgasmic sigh. But she obviously enjoyed Tess's dismay even more than she enjoyed the nicotine.
"You're the managing editor, why would you have to stoop to such a cheap trick? You call the shots down there."
"You'd think so, wouldn't you? But Five-Four wanted to kill the story, and Lionel was willing to do what was necessary to make Five-Four happy. They thought it was bad PR if we derailed the deal. Five-Four actually said as much to me. ‘We don't want to be a bad corporate citizen.' Total Chamber of Commerce mentality. And Sterling was no help, he was such a sanctimonious shit about the whole thing. ‘Don't you believe in redemption, Colleen? Don't you believe men can change?' As a matter of fact, I don't. Look, I'm sorry Wink offed himself, but we did the right thing. The people have-"
"Please don't say ‘right to know,' or it might be my turn to vomit."
"Well, they do," Colleen said defensively. "The taxpayers were going to end up paying for this, they always do. Jesus, how many more sports teams is this town going to crawl into bed with? Doing the wave while Baltimore burns. As if four-dollar hot dogs sold by someone making three-fifty an hour could save the local economy."
Tess wasn't really listening to Colleen. Her mind was back at the Blight, at Dorie Starnes's elbow as she led Tess through the process, showing her how the trickery had been accomplished. The story was overset, so the last five lines had to be cut. And then there was Leslie Brainerd, complaining peevishly about his editor. "He cut it from the bottom."
Of course.
"I should have known it was an editor from the begi
Colleen suddenly wasn't so chummy. "That's a cute line of reasoning, but it won't prove anything, and I'll say you're a liar if you tell anyone. Besides, there's a confidentiality clause, remember?"
"That can't keep me from going to Sterling, or Lionel Mabry."
"Lionel won't care-he just got two troublesome females off his staff for the price of one." Tess hadn't thought about that. Could Lionel be even more devious than she suspected? "As for Sterling, he'll be too busy moving into my office to worry about how it happened."
Colleen sipped her coffee, obviously quite pleased with herself. This had not been an accidental confession in a moment of weakness and vulnerability, Tess realized. Nor had it been a secret gnawing away at her. Colleen just wanted the last word, a final triumph over Tess.