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discuss each blow and thrust concisely, emotionlessly.
And he had been right. It made better film. At commercial, Deanna went up into the control booth to watch. Benny
was grinning like a fool even as sweat popped onto his wide, furrowed brow. He was fat and permanently red-faced
and made a habit of tugging on tufts of his lank brown hair. But he was, Deanna knew, a hell of a producer.
"We beat every other station in town," he was telling Finn through the earpiece. "None of them have any tape of the
landing, or the initial stages of evacuation." He blew Deanna a kiss. "This is great stuff. You're back in ten, Finn. We'll
be going to the tape of passenger interviews. And cue."
Through the last three and a half minutes, Benny continued to murmur to himself, pulling at his hair.
"Maybe we should have put him in a jacket," he said at one point. "Maybe we should have found him a jacket."
"No." There was no use being resentful. Deanna put a hand on Benny's shoulder. "He looks great."



"And in those last moments in the air, some, like Harry Lyle, thought of family. Others, like Marcia DeWitt and
Kenneth Morgenstern, thought of dreams unfulfilled. For them, and all the others aboard flight 1129, the long night
ended at seven-sixteen, when the plane landed safely on runway three.
"This is Finn Riley for CBC. Good night."
"Up graphics. Music. And we're clear!"
A cheer erupted in the control booth. Benny leaned back in his swivel chair and lifted his arms in triumph. Phones
started to shrill.
"Benny, it's Barlow James on two."
A hush fell over control, and Benny stared at the receiver as though it were a snake. Barlow James, the president of
the news division, rarely phoned.
Every eye was on Benny as he swallowed and took the phone. "Mr. James?" Benny listened a moment, his ruddy
face going ghostly, then flushing hot candy pink. "Thank you, sir." Opening his mouth wide, Benny flashed a thumb's
up and set the cheering off again. "Yes, sir, Finn's one in a million. We're glad to have him back. Deanna Reynolds?"
He swiveled in his chair and rolled his eyes at Deanna. "Yes, sir, Mr. James, we're proud to have her on our team.
Thank you very much. I'll let them know."
Benny replaced the receiver, stood and did a fast boogie that sent his belly swaying over his belt. "He loved it,"
Benny sang. "He loved it all. They want the whole eight minutes for the affiliates. He loved you." Benny grabbed
Deanna's hands and spun her around. "He liked your fresh, intimate style-- that's a quote. And the fact that you
looked good soaking wet."
With a choked laugh, Deanna stepped back and rammed straight into Finn.
"Two pretty good qualities in a reporter," Finn decided. He caught a whiff of her hair as he steadied her, rain and
apple blossoms. "Nice job, guys." He released Deanna to shake hands with the control crew. "Really terrific."
"Mr. James said welcome back, Finn," Benny said. As he relaxed again, the pudge of his



belly sagged comfortably at his belt. "And he's looking forward to beating your butt at tennis next week."
"In his dreams." Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Deanna descending the stairs. "Thanks again."
He caught up with her in the newsroom just as she was shrugging into her coat.
"It was a good piece," he said. "Yes, it was."
"Reading copy isn't one of my priorities, but reading yours was a pleasure."
"It's certainly a night for compliments." She swung her purse over her arm. "Thanks, and welcome back to Chicago."
"Need a lift?"
"No, I've got my car."
"I don't." He flashed her a smile. Dimples winked out, charmingly. "Probably hell getting a cab in this weather."
She studied him. In her heels, she was about the same height he was, and she got a good, close look at those
innocent blue eyes. Too innocent, she thought, especially in combination with that quick, dashing grin and the wink of