For most people, a phone ringing at 3 am is always going to be bad. Not for a reporter. Oh, it might be bad news for someone. But a reporter it might be a big story. A scoop. Maybe even someone calling from Oslo to tell you that you've won a Nobel Prize for Journalism. (Hey, he can dream.) So he really didn't think there was a reason to be ( Read more... )

It’s the same routine every day. Get up, eat breakfast, go to work. Put in a full day, writing the column and kibitzing with the staff and researching the next column. Get a drink with the gang at Murray’s. Go home. Watch the tube, see if there’s a good game on ( Read more... )

Alex and Rapunzel caught a 9:30 am flight from Goodwin Airport to Fort Lauderdale. She made sure to wear a wide-brimmed hat that hid her hair so that no one knew just how fast it was growing, and the first thing they did after claiming their luggage was find the scissors and trim the excess. Alex traveled light, with just one large suitcase. ( Read more... )

August 1991…

It was no surprise that Vicki Vale found her way to Moscow before the failed coup collapsed. It was no surprise that her photos of Boris Yeltsin standing on a tank where on the front page of the Globe. Knox suspected that the next time there was a moon landing, Vicki would be there, too ( Read more... )

It wasn't that Ivy Town, Connecticut didn't have its charms. In the April sunshine, the trees just starting to bud, the college town made a very nice change from the grime of the big city. If you liked antiquing or used bookstores, it was a great place to visit (and Knox and Rapunzel found a few things for his apartment and her rooms and for ( Read more... )

The drive to Boston to Gotham was a delight. It was true that Knox still drove the same rather abused car he did when he got rich, but it was the kind of car where the person in the front passenger seat could still sit close to her lover while he drove. (Seat belt laws are still a few years ahead of Knox's day.) Racing down the open highway ( ( Read more... )

April in Gotham didn’t mean spring. In fact, some years - even years that didn’t include Lex Luthor aiming a giant snowstorm gun at the East Coast - it was downright cold and miserable. Knox hoped that this would not be one of those years, given his aversion to winter since his brief and traumatic visit to Bahamut. But instead he and Gotham got ( Read more... )

In Gotham, Christmas was two months gone. And winter had gotten stuck at slightly above the freezing point, producing storms not of snow but of sleet and rain and slush, leaving street corners slick and puddle, leaving traffic a mess. Mayor Borg’s corruption trial had also stalled, parades of witnesses from both sides offering little useful ( Read more... )

The trial was everything Knox expected. Every day over the last two weeks, Harvey Lee Dent took on Sal Maroni, and every day it seems like victory was a bit closer. True, Maroni’s lawyer was quite intelligent and able to raise a fair number of objections. But while such maneuvers might be good in an appeal built on technicalities, at the moment ( Read more... )

Flashbulbs popped and the bright lights of 17 TV cameras reflected off the face of Harvey Lee Dent. The number of reporters gathered on the steps of City Hall in the chill of December was the largest Knox had seen in some tme. Larger than when the Joker was on the loose, larger than even when the Batsignal was first used and everyone wanted to ( Read more... )