The Night of the Gun
A reporter investigates the darkest story of his life. His own.
Chapter One
Gun Play
Sure as a gun.
- Don Quixote
The voice came from a long distance off, like a far-flung radio signal,
all crackle and mystery with just an occasional word coming through. And
then it was as if a hill had been crested and the signal locked. The voice
was suddenly clear.
"You can get up from this chair, go to treatment, and keep your job.
There's a bed waiting for you. Just go," said the editor, a friendly guy,
sitting behind the desk. "Or you can refuse and be fired." Friendly but
firm.
The static returned, but now he had my attention. I knew about treatment
- I had mumbled the slogans, eaten the Jell-O, and worn the paper
slippers, twice. I was at the end of my monthlong probation at a business
magazine in Minneapolis; it had begun with grave promises to reform, to
show up at work like a normal person, and I had almost made it. But the
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