2.5.4C C. Nosy newsman...
The man was short, his shoulders hunched over as he looked through the trashcan outside of the apartment building. She knew from his clothing - a tweed coat and a fedora, wrinkled, but clean - and the notepad he held in his hand - that he wasn’t a bum.
“Excuse me,” Liz’s voice was firm. “Can I help you?”
“Well, well, are you Dr. Elizabeth Rodgers?” The man’s voice was slick, like a used car salesman’s.
“It depends on who’s asking.” Her voice was flat, her patience already waning not three hours into her day.
He gave her a sleazy smile. “Al Craven*, with the Daily World.”
Liz’s eyes narrowed.
“I was hoping you could tell me about the latest dealie with those Major Case apes and that evidence that mysteriously didn’t get used during the trial…” Craven leaned in toward her and Liz didn’t hide the look of disgust on her face.
“No comment,” she practically snarled.
“Aw, the lady’s playing hard-to-get.” Craven followed her down the street. “Just one soundbite? One morsel, one-“
Liz held her hand up. “One step closer and those apes will have your ass in jail.”
Craven nearly tripped over his feet as he moved back. “Alright, alright. You sure you don’t have anything else to say?”
“Do four-letter words count?” Liz’s voice was sharp as she headed back down the street, her tone daring the obnoxious man to follow her.
He didn’t, and she continued the walk to the subway, making a mental note to take her phone number and address out of any public listings.
[word count: 261]
*note: Al Craven was a recurring character on Night Court. When I saw "nosy reporter" in the prompt, I just couldn't resist...
“Excuse me,” Liz’s voice was firm. “Can I help you?”
“Well, well, are you Dr. Elizabeth Rodgers?” The man’s voice was slick, like a used car salesman’s.
“It depends on who’s asking.” Her voice was flat, her patience already waning not three hours into her day.
He gave her a sleazy smile. “Al Craven*, with the Daily World.”
Liz’s eyes narrowed.
“I was hoping you could tell me about the latest dealie with those Major Case apes and that evidence that mysteriously didn’t get used during the trial…” Craven leaned in toward her and Liz didn’t hide the look of disgust on her face.
“No comment,” she practically snarled.
“Aw, the lady’s playing hard-to-get.” Craven followed her down the street. “Just one soundbite? One morsel, one-“
Liz held her hand up. “One step closer and those apes will have your ass in jail.”
Craven nearly tripped over his feet as he moved back. “Alright, alright. You sure you don’t have anything else to say?”
“Do four-letter words count?” Liz’s voice was sharp as she headed back down the street, her tone daring the obnoxious man to follow her.
He didn’t, and she continued the walk to the subway, making a mental note to take her phone number and address out of any public listings.
[word count: 261]
*note: Al Craven was a recurring character on Night Court. When I saw "nosy reporter" in the prompt, I just couldn't resist...