Christiano's Angel

SAN

o far. The bolder and more crazy the story, the more I wanted to be the one to cover it. The more dangerous the situation, the b

rock I wouldn't turn. I would get that scoop. And someda

me

unately, was

to buy a pack of cigars from this st

sor

this establishment is somehow conn

...w

e families of New York! The five families that have dominated org

ties," He i

hoots with?" I leaned across the counter further forcing the recorder closer to

work here." He said, puttin

omething you need to talk. Not only would you be obstructing the Law if you didn't, but imagin

thing to do with any maf

corder away. "I'm not getting anythin

ic to my struggle, and shook his head.

uuuuure?" I put on my

sit

order, "Fine. Can I at least use th

pointed me in the dir

sting pictures or something along the hallway or in the bathroom, a face that I could trace. The owner

freelance, along with every other wannabe out here. If I wrote it, and they liked it, I was in. But that meant it had to be better than eve

, and slammed it back down. "Ridiculous!" I muttered. I pulled out a tube of ru

ing a ruckus. A loud ruckus. The kind of rucku

ed up onto the seat, so my feet would disappear. And then? The reporter in me pulled her cell phone on and hit the record button. Hol

shrill scream, but I remained completely mute, even when whoever had entered started firing off in the room. Bullets came through the bathroom stall, they se

of open firing across the whole bathroom, th

l beside me get kicked open, and then silence. I had left my lipstick on the counter! F*ck*r. F*ck*ng f*ck*r! More footsteps. I pointed my phon

my own was kicke

he

s was it. I was going to die. And I did t even get the story. I saw hi

I heard someone yellin

rry! Let's

suddenly the feet in my line of vision were retre

b*tch. I'

turned back to look at the holes in the stall, the stall that I had just been leaning against. How had they missed me? He knew wha

d I wasn't going to let that go to

one set to record, I made