I Love Trouble Page #2

who last serviced the train?

That information is not

available at this time.

- Then could you tell us...

- Yes, Cynthia.

First day on the job?

- No, it's not my first day on the job.

- Huh? Second?

Look, all I'm tryin' to say is that

if you'd been in town any longer...

I'm sure we would've met.

And had I seen you,

we would've.

My name's Brackett. I work for the

Chronicle. Where're you from, Peterson?

Look, I realize every

cub reporter in a skirt...

must go ga-ga at the great

Peter Brackett approaching them...

but I can't believe you're trying to hit

on me while I'm covering a story.

So let me set you straight. You have zero

chance of scoring here. Trust me. Move on.

I'm sorry. Where'd you say

you're from? Bitchville?

All right,

last question, please.

Yes, was there a data recorder

on the train? And if so...

when will that tape

be made available?

Hang in there, Peterson.

Yes, there is a data recorder

on the train.

Now, when it's gonna be available,

I can't say.

How long before

the line will be open?

Our inspectors are here now.

We'll have that for you shortly.

- Found him.

- All right, thank you, folks.

That's it. Thank you.

- Ray Boggs?

- Uh, yes, sir.

Uh, let's talk about what happened

tonight, Ray. Is this your wife?

Uh, yes, yes. Yes it is.

Well, uh, would you mind waiting here,

Mrs. Boggs?

- We won't be long.

- Sure, I'll wait.

Thank you.

Sorry to bother you,

but I think I've got a scoop.

Hey, bother me!

I can use it.

Come in. Tell me

what have you got?

A name. Ray Boggs.

Midrail didn't want to say who was

responsible for checking the coupling...

so I followed a couple of

Midrail guys back to the office.

And there he was, Mr. Coupling himself,

waiting in the parking lot.

They whisked him upstairs, but they

left his wife there for the taking.

She told me her husband's name,

but then she clammed up on me.

There was something about the way

she clammed up

made me think

she had something more to say.

By the way, Peter Brackett

was out there tonight.

- You're kidding!

- Don't you worry.

I own this story. Besides,

e little competition's healthy.

Sabrina.

Peter Brackett

is not competition.

No, I was talking about me.

The young groom returned to the last oar

of train 417 with champagne in hand...

and saw his bride

for the last time. Period.

Now quote:
Amy's car was loose.

Period. It was like flyin'.

Apostrophe after the Comma.

And then it was just gone.

Period. End quote. End story.

Huh? Yeah, I know it's thin, but Midrail

isn't talkin', so everyone's screwed.

Yes! Everyone!

Yes, I'm sure.

Jesus! Now I remember

why I became a columnist.

Trust me. No one's gonna get anything else

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