little act about how there's so many out there who think like
him. I bet even the likes of Greg Snider and Rick Tanner
wouldn't go in for all that hate garbage."
"You're probably right, but you know it might be inter-
esting to do an article on Mr. Ebbert's little hate group," sug-
gested Maggie.
Scott snapped his fingers. "Good idea! Man, I'd love to
do a story about them. Do you think I could do it, Maggie?
Please?"
IShe considered his request for a moment-it was just the
sort of story she would love to break herself. It might even
be something that the Associated Press might pick up if done
Iright. But then again, she knew it was a great opportunity
for Scott as well. And right now his pleading face reminded
her of Spencer and she softened. "Yeah, Scott, I suppose it's
about time for you to get your feet wet with something
beyond the local human interest story. Besides, I'm swamped
with this TS Development business and now researching for
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IIon it, okay? I want you to do your best work. Remember,
II~this is investigative reporting-be thorough and don't rush
it Get all the facts you can and take lots of photos too.
Maybe even do some research ,about hate groups in the
Northwest as a whole while you re at it.
"All right!" His face lit up. "I can't wait to start in. You
know, this could be really big! Thanks, Maggie."
"Sure, and who knows, maybe in time, you'll turn into a
bit of a trouble-magnet yourself.''
"Cool!"
Back in her office, Maggie called her mom and got the
phone number for Steven Harris' parents. She wanted to
finish up this little piece today, and it made sense to include
a bit about Steven because he, in essence, had started this
whole Michael Abundi thing in the first place.
"Hello?" said Maggie when a woman answered. "Is this
Mrs. Harris?" The woman confirmed and Maggie began by
introducing herself as the editor of Pine Mountain's only
newspaper.
"We used to live in Pine Mountain," said the woman as
if reminiscing.
"I know," said Maggie. "And you had a son named
Steven?"
I"Yes, but he passed away some time ago." Her voice
grew sad.
"I'm terribly sorry for your loss. A dear friend of mine
was quite close to your son during his school years. Do you
remember Jed Whitewater?"
qu "Oh, yes. He was such a nice young man. Very smart and
iet as I recall. And a good friend to Stevie. Whatever
became of Jed?"