I was instructed to be on level three of a nearby carpark at exactly 3.30 p.m. yesterday.
The piece of paper with this court message, dredged from words and letters from various magazine clippings, gave me no clue as to whom...or what to look for when I had gotten there.
Often its only a hunch, an instinct that leads to the big payoffs in my profession and in this regard, yesterday's date with destiny was no different...It was simply a hunch that brought me there on that wet afternoon.
As an aspiring investigative journalist, I had by now become well aware of the stakes on the line in these kinds of arrangements: My contacts usually neither want their ident...
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