Jim stared at the telephone and leaned forward in his chair. He could not believe his ears. His earlier elation turned to heartburn. “Mayor calling a press conference at 3 p.m.?” he groaned.
“He’s what?” replied his pa who stood beside the wide business window.
“Calling a press conference.”
The apprentice got up from his desk and stood above Jim. “What do you think he’s up to?”
Jim pushed his chair away from his desk and rose to his feet. “I don’t know but I smell a rat. A rotten rat.”
His father approached. “Jim, you take the photos and I’ll take the notes.” He paused. “It could be he’s resigning.”
“I doubt that, Pa,” Jim responded as he cupped his hands underneath his chin.
“You’re probably right, son. However, after our story, it is a possibility.”
“I wish I had your optimism. He’s up to something. I know it.” Hesitating a moment, he looked his father squarely in the eye. “You know we were so excited about the photo, but when you analyze it really was only one ballot. It’s something he could squirm, especially this mayor, who could … I hate to say this but he could wiggle out of this.”
His father released an exasperated sigh. “You know you’ve got a point. I hate to admit it. We overlooked that. Too anxious to get anything, no matter how small, on his corruption.”
Jim moved his gaze from his father to the apprentice. “Roy, whatever you do, watch the mayor, his people and his actions after the conference.”
“Does that include Nolan?” the apprentice asked.
“Definitely. Definitely. The scandal will hurt Gwen, but at least now she’s marrying Russ.” His stomach churned. At least he hoped she would not have second thoughts.
“Like father like son,” his pa uttered.
Jim nodded, believing his father’s statement quite probable.