CHAPTER NINETY-THREE
(part six)
Monday afternoon — 4:25 P.M.
“Thanks for coming,” Valerie said to the Denver Post reporter at the door. “They are in here.”
“This is a huge story, Val,” the man said. “I could win a Pulitzer for this.”
Valerie nodded.
“And I still get a photo of your baby bump?” Remembering his manners, the man’s bright smile dropped. “I’m sorry to hear you lost one.”
“Yeah, I drop the act,” Valerie said. “Our deal stands.”
“Why do they want to talk to the press?” the man asked.
“They tried to talk to the Board of Education and even the superintendent. They are backing the Principal,” Valerie said. “The boy wants to go to school and is blocked because of a jailed child pornography buff. We weren’t sure what to do. Then I remembered that we have this agreement.”
“The Post doesn’t run gossip about you or paparazzi photos in-exchange for exclusives.”
“Right,” Valerie said.
They walked into a small sitting area off the main Castle living area. The man gasped.
“That’s the girl… the one who’s father was…” Whispering to Valerie, the man all but pointed at Sandy. “No one has interviewed her. Can I ask her…?”
“Do this first. Get the boy back in school,” Valerie said. “Then, she might share her story.”
Valerie followed the man into the room and closed the door.