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handsome young man. But Pat sensed a troubled air about her.
    When Pat had suggested that Farrell drive out sometime to see the Consignment Depot, Pat had been surprised by Farrell’s enthusiasm at her invitation. With a job that took her all around the world, that opened doors to interviews with some of the most fascinating people of our time, Pat couldn’t imagine why in the world her old friend would be so interested in coming out to visit a consignment shop.

Chapter 15
    Peter lingered after his Russian Studies lecture in Fahy Hall. He wanted to talk to Professor Kavanagh.
    He hadn’t come to his decision lightly. He wanted to tell his mother about his fears about the Moon Egg. He’d often gone to her when things bothered him and she was never too busy to listen. Together they’d always been able to figure things out.
    But this was different. This wasn’t about a Spanish progress report or being caught smoking with his buddies in the fifth grade. Those things, which had loomed large at the time, were so trivial now.
    A six-million-dollar art forgery—that was in a whole other league. And Peter knew this was way beyond his or his mother’s depth.
    That, and the fact she had enough to worry about. He knew it hadn’t been easy for her, raising him alone and always anxious about money. Though she’d tried to keep it from him, many nights when his mother had thought he was asleep, Peter had quietly gotten out of bed and checked on her as she sat at the kitchen table, engrossed in paying bills and going over the Consignment Depot ledger. She’d been unaware as he’d watched her sigh deeply, running her fingers through her hair, her brow knitted with worry.
    Yet anytime he brought up the subject of their familyfinances, she’d always smile and say, “Don’t worry, honey. Everything is fine.”
    He knew her workouts were a way to release anxiety.
    No. He didn’t want to saddle her with this. He was a man now. It was time for him to take more responsibility, make life easier for her. He would figure out what to do on his own.
    Professor Kavanagh was gathering up his lecture notes as Peter approached the teacher’s desk. Kavanagh smiled when he saw the young man.
    “What did you think of the lecture today, Peter? Those Romanov czars pulled some pretty atrocious stunts, didn’t they?”
    “Yeah, it was pretty interesting, Dr. Kavanagh. But I was wondering if I could talk to you about something else.”
    Kavanagh looked at his student with concern. “Your mother’s all right, isn’t she?”
    “Oh yeah. She’s fine. But I don’t know what to do about something, and I, uh, was hoping you could give me some advice.”

Chapter 16
    COME SEE ME AFTER THE BROADCAST TONIGHT .
    Farrell’s chest tightened and her mind raced as she read the e-mail from Range Bullock.
    She could probably get a job over at
Dateline
. Farrell had heard that NBC had two hundred producers on staff to get their news-magazine show on the air five nights a week. But she didn’t want to go to NBC or any of the other networks. She liked KEY News. It was home. Despite her problems with Range, she wasn’t interested in learning her way around another network’s news operation at this stage of the game.
    Sure, the mechanics were the same and her knowledge was easily transferable. A satellite feed was a satellite feed whether at KEY, CBS, or ABC. Videotape was edited the same way wherever you went. Farrell had a Rolodex of contacts and sources that would work for her just as well at any news division.
    It was learning a whole new cast of characters that didn’t appeal to Farrell. At KEY News, she could pick up the phone and know just who to call to get done what she needed done. She knew personnel history, who was good, who was mediocre. She didn’t want to move to another network and be forced to memorize the names and jobs of scores of new people. She could find her way around the maze of the KEY NewsBroadcast Center with her eyes shut. She