Airframe (Page 103)

"Not everyone agrees…" she began.

"This is no longer a matter of opinion, Ms. Malone. It is a matter of fact. You are undeniably in possession of the facts. If Newsline does not report these facts, which you are now aware of, and if it makes any suggestion whatsoever that there is anything wrong with the N-22 aircraft based on this incident, we will sue you for reckless disregard and malicious intent. Ed Fuller is very conservative, but he thinks we will certainly win. Because you acquired the tape that proves our case. Now, would you like Mr. Fuller to call Mr. Shenk and explain the situation, or would you prefer to do it yourself?"

Malone said nothing.

"Ms. Malone?"

"Where’s a phone?" she said.

"There’s one in the corner."

Malone got up, and walked over to the phone. Casey headed for the door.

"Jesus Christ," Malone said, shaking her head. "The guy lets his kid fly a plane full of people? I mean, how can that happen?"

Casey shrugged. "He loves his son. We believe he’s allowed him to fly on other occasions. But there’s a reason why commercial pilots are required to train extensively on specific equipment, to be type certified. He didn’t know what he was doing, and he got caught." Casey closed the door, and thought: And so did you.

YUMA

10:05 A.M.

"Jesus fucking Christ," Dick Shenk said. "I got a hole in the show the size of Afghanistan and you’re telling me you’ve got a bad parts story? Featuring Yellow Peril Pilots? Is that what you’re telling me, Jennifer? Because I’m not going to run with that. I’ll get murdered. I’m not going to be the Pat Buchanan of the airwaves. Fuck that noise."

"Dick," she said. "It doesn’t really play that way. It’s a family tragedy, the guy loves his son, and – "

"But I can’t use it," Shenk said. "He’s Chinese. I can’t even go near it."

"The kid killed four people and injured fifty-six – "

"What difference does that make? I’m very disappointed in you, Jennifer," he said. "Very, very disappointed. Do you realize what this means? This means I have to go with the gimp Little League segment."

"Dick," she said. "I didn’t cause the accident, I’m just reporting the story …"

"Wait a minute. What fresh bullshit is this?"

"Dick, I – "

"You’re reporting your ineptitude, is what you’re reporting," Shenk said. "You fucked up, Jennifer. You had a hot story, a story I wanted, a story about a crappy American product, and two days later you come back with some horseshit about a whack. It’s not the airplane, it’s the pilot. And maintenance. And bad parts."

"Dick – "

"I warned you, I didn’t want bad parts. You fucked this one to death, Jennifer. We’ll talk Monday." And he hung up.

GLENDALE

ll:00 p.m.

Newsline’s closing credits were running when Casey’s phone rang. An unfamiliar, gruff voice said, "Casey Singleton?"

"Speaking."

"Hal Edgarton here."

"How are you, sir?"

"I’m in Hong Kong, and I’ve just been told by one of my board members that Newsline did not run a Norton story tonight."

"That’s right, sir."

"I’m very pleased," he said. "I wonder why they didn’t run it?"

"I have no idea," Casey said.

"Well, whatever you did, it was obviously effective," Edgarton said. "I’m leaving for Beijing in a few hours, to sign the sales agreement. John Marder was supposed to meet me there, but I’m told that, for some reason, he hasn’t left California."

"I don’t know anything about that," she said.

"Good," Edgarton said. "Glad to hear it. We’ll be making some changes at Norton in the next few days. Meanwhile I wanted to congratulate you, Casey. You’ve been under a lot of pressure. You’ve done an outstanding job."

"Thank you, sir."

"Hal."

"Thank you, Hal."

"My secretary will call to arrange lunch when I get back," he said. "Keep up the good work."

Edgarton hung up, and then there were other calls. From Mike Lee, congratulating her, in guarded tones. Asking how she managed to kill the story. She said she had nothing to do with it, that Newsline for some reason had decided not to run it.

Then there were more calls, from Doherty, and Burne, and Ron Smith. And Norma, who said, "Honey, I’m proud of you."

And finally Teddy Rawley, who said he happened to be in the neighborhood, and wondered what she was doing.

"I’m really tired," Casey said "Another time, okay?"

"Aw, babe. It was a great day. Your day."

"Yeah, Teddy. But I’m really tired."

She took her phone off the hook, and went to bed.

GLENDALE

Sunday, 5:45 P.M.

It was a clear evening. She was standing outside her bungalow, in the twilight, when Amos came up with his dog. The dog slobbered on her hand.

"So," Amos said. "You dodged a bullet."

"Yes," she said. "I guess so."

"Whole plant’s talking. Everyone’s saying you stood up to Marder. Wouldn’t lie about 545. That true?"

"More or less."

"Then you were stupid," Amos said. "You should have lied. They lie. It’s just a question of whose lie gets on the air."

"Amos…"

"Your father was a journalist; you think there’s some kind of truth to be told. There isn’t. Not for years, kid. I watched those scum on the Aloha incident. All they wanted was the gory details. Stewardess gets sucked out of the plane, did she die before she hit the water? Was she still alive? That’s all they wanted to know."