Look Again - Lisa Scottoline [23]
As if she would forget it.
Chapter Seventeen
“Ellen, come on in!” It was Marcelo, calling from his office as she hustled into the newsroom.
“Sure.” She waved to him, masking her dismay as she spotted Sarah sitting inside his office. She slipped off her coat and stuffed it under her arm with her bag and envelope.
“Good morning.” Marcelo stood smiling behind his desk, in dark pants and a matte black shirt that fitted close to his body, showing broad shoulders tapering to a trim waist. Either he’d been working out, or Ellen was in lust.
“Hi.” Sarah nodded at her, and Ellen took a seat, barely managing a smile.
Marcelo sat down. “Sarah was just telling me she spent the afternoon with the new police commissioner. Great, no?”
Grrrr. “Great.” “He was willing to talk on the record about the homicide rate. Wait until you see her draft, it’s terrific.” Marcelo turned to Sarah. “Make sure you copy Ellen. I want you two to keep each other up to speed.”
“You got it.” Sarah made a note on her pad, but Marcelo was already turning to Ellen.
“How’s the story going?” His dark eyes flashed expectantly.
“Nothing significant yet.” Ellen had to think fast. “I have a lead but nothing to get excited about.”
“Fair enough.” Marcelo nodded, and if he was disappointed, it didn’t show. “Let me know and copy Sarah whenever you get something drafted.”
Sarah asked, “Ellen, did you see those leads I listed on page three? The top one, Julia Guest, said she’d love to talk to us. You might want to start with her.”
“Maybe I will.” Ellen hid her annoyance, and Marcelo clapped his hands together like a soccer coach.
“Okay, ladies,” he said, but his gaze focused on Ellen, and not in a come-hither way. More in a you’re-gonna-get-fired way.
“Thanks.” She left the office behind Sarah, who slid a sleek BlackBerry from her waist holster and started hitting the buttons. Ellen dumped her stuff on an empty desk on the fly and caught up with Sarah before she started the call. “Hold on, wait a sec.”
“What?” Sarah turned, her cell to her ear.
“We need to talk, don’t you think?”
“Maybe later,” Sarah answered, but Ellen wasn’t about to let it go. She snatched the phone from Sarah’s hand and pressed the End button, then turned on her heel.
“Meet me in the ladies’ room if you want your toy back.”
Chapter Eighteen
“Give me back my phone!” Sarah held out her palm, her dark eyes flashing. “What’s your problem?”
“What’s my problem?” Ellen raised her voice, and the sound reverberated off the hard tiles of the ladies’ room. “Why are you talking to everyone about me?”
“What do you mean?”
“You told Marcelo I was upset about Courtney, and you told Meredith that I was bad-mouthing Marcelo and Arthur.”
“I did no such thing and I want my phone back.” Sarah wiggled her hand impatiently, and Ellen slapped the BlackBerry into her palm.
“Meredith told me, and so did Marcelo. Marcelo, Sarah. Our editor. You can get me fired, talking me down to him.”
“Oh please.” Sarah scoffed. “Meredith misunderstood. I didn’t say you said anything bad about them, specifically.”
“I didn’t say anything about them.”
“You called them bastards!” Sarah shot back, leaving Ellen incredulous.
“What? When?”
“In here, before they came for Courtney. You said, ‘Don’t let the bastards get you down.’ ”
“Gimme a break, Sarah. It’s an expression. My father says it all the time.”
“Whatever, you said it.” Sarah snorted. “I only told one person in the newsroom.”
“One is enough. That’s why they call it a newsroom.”
“Meredith never talks.”
“Everybody talks, these days.”
Sarah rolled her eyes. “You’re overreacting.”
“And what about Marcelo? You told him, too. You said I wasn’t a fan of his.”
“He asked me how was morale in the newsroom after Courtney got fired. I told him it was bad and that you felt the same way. That’s all.” Sarah put her hands on her hips. “Are you telling me you didn’t feel that way? That you’re happy Courtney got fired?”
“Of course not.”
“Then what are you whining about?”
“Don’t talk to the boss about me, got it?”
Sarah waved her off. “Whatever I said, it’s