Waiting by Erin Dennington ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Chapter 45 Bill sneezed and was thankful that he had broken into the broadcast news business and not the print. At least then he was only dealing with dusty shelves and not moldy papers. Running his finger along the spine labels, he hurriedly scanned the dates, searching for a tape from 15 years ago. He knew that it had to be there somewhere, but this section of the station's morgue was so out-of-order that he had to read each and every label in order to find what he needed. Curious, he glanced at his watch and saw that it was 3:38. He had a little over an hour before he had to meet Davis. Although their interview wasn't scheduled to start until 6:00, he planned on meeting Davis to go over his preliminary ideas for the interview, find an ideal spot to record everything, and then set up all of his gear. Since he'd scored the interview and Serena had not, he knew that he would be pretty much on his own for how to do it. Even though he would have an assistant to man the camera and take care of the technical side, years of doing that himself made Bill anxious to be in charge of setting it all up. "Here, lil tape, here, tapey, tapey. Come out, come out, where ever you are," he said and grinned. Searching was making him crazy. "Ahh, there you are, you lil bugger." He pulled the videocassette off of the shelf and blew away the dust. "May 15, 1987, Massachusetts. Mateo Rivera, Dilbert Gray, Susana Richardson." "It sure seemed that archives weren't always known for their detailed descriptions," Bill thought, but he knew that this had to be the tape that Davis needed. Making sure that he was alone, he slipped the video into his jacket pocket and headed for the stairs out of the basement. Davis had imparted such fear and anxiety about one of these individuals that Bill couldn't help but feel that his actions required him to be clandestine. He was afraid of leaving a trail behind him that the wrong person might find. And he knew that what he'd just done -- snuck a videotape out of the morgue -- was liable cause to get him fired. "I sure hope this doesn't turn out to be a dud," he thought, fighting an urge to double-check that the tape was still in his jacket pocket. Bill passed no one along the way to his office, so he shut and locked the door behind him and then proceeded to watch the tape. After watching only five minutes of the tape, he rewound it and set up his machines to record a copy. This was definitely what Davis had been referring to. 13:08 - 11.12.02 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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