A Confidential Source
Chapter One
I PUT MY glass of wine down beside the empty cereal bowl on the bar
and turned the radio up a notch. Leonard of Late Night hated much of
what was going on in Rhode Island, but nothing got him going like
the referendum to legalize gambling.
"Bookmakers. We're turning into a state of bookmakers." His fury
filled my apartment, intimate, even in outrage. I sat back on the
bar stool and took a sip of wine. Leonard wasn't one of those radio
jocks who argued just for the sake of it. You could feel his
honesty, his indignation.
Dori from Warwick called in to say that if people wanted to gamble,
they were going to gamble. She had a staccato inflection and added
extra syllables. "Why shouldn't the state getta cut?"
"Well, maybe the state should get in on prostitution and crack
then," replied Leonard, without the slightest trace of any accent.
Dori must have been a first-time caller. She hesitated, perplexed.
"Can we do that?" she asked.
Leonard played the "Tammy's in Love" theme song, which officially
designated a caller as a bimbo, and cut to a commercial.
I began to hunt f ... read full excerpt from: A Confidential Source ebook
