Introduction Fresh, hurried, and business-like, Zelda swept into Roorbach’s office, straightening her jacket. “Vince is picking up a homicide on the police radio,” she said, peremptorily thrusting a hastily scribbled note at her boss. I was thinking I could-” He looked up from a script, frowning slightly. “Does it involve a celeb? Blood on the starlet’s hand, a dagger in the leading man’s back?” He inquired in his colonial drawl. Zelda hesitated. “Not- at first glance…” “Then send it down to the BlotterMonkies per the usual,” her lordly editor proclaimed impatiently. Her hand clenched, distorting the paper; he grabbed her wrist. “Look, pet, you knew it wasn’t going to be all court drama and earthquakes when you signed on for this gig.” He smiled in what he thought was a winning way, but it only showed the discoloration of his coffee-stained teeth. “Tell Molly to get me a cuppa on your way out, would you? There’s a ge’l.” Defeated and fuming, she left the office. Its bright colors and sports memorabilia were making her nauseous… Really, it was Roorbach’s dismissal that made her stomach turn. His secretary, Molly, a dowdy old woman unfit for the business, only nodded as Zelda passed on the message. Feeling ignored and unappreciated all round, Zelda returned to her desk, turning heads along the newsroom floor as she did every morning, noon, and night. She was the reason people watched the news, she thought angrily. Men coveted her and women wished they could be her; [...]