biggest construction companies in the area. Even sending it to the police doesn’t guarantee it will stay in-house until they do a thorough investigation. Look at what’s happened to the Brittain Corporation since the accident. All three of these companies employ a lot of people. If any of them are forced to close down, it will affect hundreds of people.”
“Regardless of what happens, Frye’s corporation needs to lose the bid because he had inside information,” Taylor said. “That would be news enough.”
“He didn’t know until the bids were already in. It was unethical, and it could cost him the contract, but it isn’t illegal for him to have the information after he’s already submitted his own bid. Unless he’s conspiring to beat out the competition through blackmail and murder.”
“Unless,” Taylor repeated with a frown. “I want to be apprised of everything you do, Tess. Everything. I may want our lawyers to look at it when you’ve gathered enough info.”
“Okay.”
“Now, what else are you working on?”
She held back the Daniel Delgado story until she did her interview and additional research to see if there really was a story there. “I’ve turned in the human trafficking story and the drug dealer who killed a family of four.”
“Okay, I have a couple more things that came in an hour ago.” He wrote information down on a pad, tore it off, and handed it to her. Taylor studied her for a long moment. “Be careful, okay?”
Brett had said the same thing. For the thousandth time, she wished he’d come home. When Taylor seemed to expect some reassurance she said, “Always.”
Her cell phone rang and she excused herself and stepped outside the office to take the call. “Tess Kelly.”
“Ms. Kelly, this is Detective Scott Buckler from the San Diego Police Department. Since you called Ms. Stubben several times since yesterday, I wanted to return your call.”
Tess leaned back against the windowed wall of her editor’s office. For a moment, she struggled to breathe. Her voice sounded weak when she was able to speak, “Something’s happened to her, hasn’t it?”
“I’m sorry to say it has, Ms. Kelly. Ms. Stubben was killed in a hit and run accident on her way home yesterday. A large SUV forced her car into the concrete bridge support and she was killed instantly.”
Tess’s throat worked as she tried to swallow. Her eyes burned with tears. “I think we need to talk,” she managed. “Are you at the Broadway Division?”
“Yes, I am. What time would you like to come in?”
“I need to pull together some information she gave me. Give me half an hour, say four o’clock.”
“I can come to you,” he said.
“I work in a newspaper office, Detective. I don’t think you want to come here.”
“So you’re that Tess Kelly.”
“Yes.”
“I’ve read some of your stories. I’ll be here at my office waiting for you.”
“Give me your email address and I’ll forward some documents to you before I leave the office.” She grabbed a pen and paper off a nearby desk and jotted down his address.
Tess hung up, but continued to lean on the desk. The urge to cry nearly overwhelmed her, but she beat it back. Crying wouldn’t bring Mary back, but she could give the police everything Mary shared, including her suspicions, and it might make a difference. When she was certain of her composure, she shoved into a standing position and marched to her editor’s door.
He motioned her in and she pushed the door open.
“Mary Stubben, my source at Chanter Construction, was killed in a hit and run accident yesterday a few hours after our meeting.”
Taylor’s heavy-jawed features blanked in shock.
“I have a meeting with the detective in charge of her case in an hour,” Tess broke the silence.
“Jesus,” Taylor breathed.
The reality that Mary’s death might be related to her suspicions hung between them.
Taylor collected himself. “I’ll have security walk you to your