Bloodlines
An Irene Kelly Novel
Chapter One
My hero is an asshole."
"Irene ..." Lydia said in mild protest.
I said it sadly, not as a declaration of pride.
I did not deliberately choose an asshole to be
my hero. I discovered he was one in the way most
of us make such discoveries: I got to know him.
Lydia, a friend since childhood, knew that I
spoke of none other than Connor O'Connor.
At a distance, over years of reading my morning
newspaper, I had come to admire O'Connor more
than any other journalist, and that included Mr.
Woodward and Mr. Bernstein. I was in J-school
during the Watergate years, so that's saying a
lot.
Both Lydia and I wanted to become reporters long
before Watergate, and there was never any doubt
in my mind that the newspaper I most wanted to
work for was the Las Pi ... read full excerpt from Bloodlines: An Irene Kelly Novel ebook
