tailieunhanh - Common Murder

Chapter 1 "his is murder," Lindsay Gordon complained, leaning back in her chair and putting her feet up on the desk. "I can't bear it when there's nothing doing. Look at us. Eight . on the dynamic news desk of a national daily. The night news editor's phoning his daughter in Detroit. His deputy's straining his few remaining brain cells with the crossword. One reporter has escaped to the pub like a sensible soul. | Common Murder Val McDermid Common Murder Author Vai McDermid Category Thriller Website http Date 18-October-2012 Page 1 142 http Common Murder Val McDermid Chapter 1 his is murder Lindsay Gordon complained leaning back in her chair and putting her feet up on the desk. I can t bear it when there s nothing doing. Look at us. Eight . on the dynamic news desk of a national daily. The night news editor s phoning his daughter in Detroit. His deputy s straining his few remaining brain cells with the crossword. One reporter has escaped to the pub like a sensible soul. Another is using the office computer to write the Great English Novel. And the third is whingeing on as usual joked the hopeful novelist looking up from the screen. Don t knock it Lindsay it s better than working. Huh she grunted reaching for the phone. I sometimes wonder. I m going to do a round of calls see if there s anything going on in the big bad world outside. Her colleague grinned. What s the problem Run out of friends to phone Lindsay pulled a face. Something like that she replied. As she opened her contacts book at the page with the list of police fire and ambulance numbers she thought of the change in her attitude to unfettered access to the office phone since she d moved from her base in Glasgow to live with her lover Cordelia in London. She had appreciated quiet night shifts in those days for the chance they gave her to spend half the night chattering about everything and nothing with Cordelia. These days however it seemed that what they had to say to each other could easily be accommodated in the hours between work and sleep. Indeed Lindsay was beginning to find it easier to open her heart to friends who weren t Cordelia. She shook herself mentally and started on her list of calls. Cliff Gilbert the night news editor finished his phone conversation and started checking the computerized news desk for any fresh stories. After a few minutes he called Lindsay you clear .