“Mentioning Colton around Sunshine is never a good idea. She gets…oddly concerned. I mean, the guy’s a jackass. And she was right to divorce him…but she just feels like she needs to defend him.”
“Unlike the rest of you.”
“Well, Kennedy and Autumn would never say anything bad about anyone—Colton included. Torah would never, under any circumstances, hold her tongue.”
My head spun.You asked for this. “Okay, so don’t mention Colton. For that matter, stay in Mission City—you’re my best reporter.”
“I’m your only reporter.”
“Well, there is that.” I grinned.
She arched an eyebrow. Then she took an inelegant bite of her sandwich.
“I was just about to ask about your plans for the next few days.” I tapped my desk with my finger.
She motioned for me to go first.
“The pediatric oncology department at the Abbotsford Hospital just got a huge donation. From an anonymous donor. They want to show their appreciation by getting some publicity.”
Spring swallowed. “In hopes of getting more donations?”
“Possibly.”
“Someone knows who the donor is. There’s paperwork. Tax receipts. Someone knows. I mean, unless someone dropped a bag of cash at the door.”
“Surveillance cameras.” I tapped my blotter with my finger. “And one wouldn’t just carry around ten million dollars.”
She wiped her mouth with a napkin. “Holy shit.”
“Right? So they would appreciate an article. Of course, we won’t publish the name if there’s not something underhanded about where the money comes from.”
“Why Mission City?”
“That was my question. Why not the Abbotsford paper?”
“And?”
“Best I could figure—and this was reading between the lines—the donor is believed to have come from Mission City. Abbotsford’s newspaper will do a follow-up story later.”
“So a bit of a scoop.” She took another sip of coffee.
I nodded.
“You going or do you want me to?”
“You’re doing the profile on the figure skater, right? The one who hopes to make the national competition this year?”
Spring nodded. “Yeah. The kid’s visiting home from Toronto where he’s been training. I managed to get him to agree to an interview. He’s so damn shy. I pointed out he needed to get used to the attention if he was going to be on the team and why not start easy with the hometown paper?”
“No manipulation whatsoever.” I smiled.
“None.” She took another bite of sandwich.
“That’s a good story. I’ll take the hospital one.”
“You need to hire another reporter.” She examined the last bite of her sandwich—clearly debating.
I snagged it from her and shoved it in my mouth.
