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Jeffery Deaver - Rune 3 Hard news

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Rune is an aspiring filmmaker with more ambition than political savvy, paying her dues as an assistant cameraperson for the local news. But shes got her eyes on the prize, the networks hot newsmagazine, Current Events -- and shes got the story she knows will get her there. Poking around in the video archives, Rune spots a taped interview with Randy Boggs, whos doing hard time in Attica for a murder he claims he didnt commit. Rune cant say exactly why, but shes sure hes innocent. If she can prove it, Current Events wont merely report the news, itll make news -- and Runes career.But what she could be writing is Randy Boggss epitaph -- and her own. Runes newly discovered witness soon turns up dead. A hit man from Miami is on Runes trail, and Boggs is finding prison even more dangerous than before. Someone wants this story killed, and it could be the girl with the camera who ends up on the cutting room floor.

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Journalism without a moral position is impossible. Every journalist is a moralist She cannot do her work without judging what she sees.

-MARGUERITE DURAS

T hey moved on him just after dinner. He didn't know for sure how many. But that didn't matter; all he thought was: Please, don't let them have a knife. He didn't want to get cut. Swing the baseball bat, swing the pipe, drop the cinder block on his hands... but not a knife please.

He was walking down the corridor from the prison dining hall to the library, the gray corridor that had a smell he'd never been able to place. Sour, rotten... And behind him: the footsteps growing closer.

The thin man, who'd eaten hardly any of the fried meat and bread and green beans ladled on his tray, walked more quickly.

He was sixty feet from a guard station and none of the Department of Corrections officers at the far end of the corridor were looking his way.

Footsteps. Whispering.

Oh, Lord, the thin man thought. I can take one out maybe. I'm strong and I can move fast. But if they have a knife there's no way...

Randy Boggs glanced back.

Three men were close behind him.

Not a knife. Please...

He started to run.

"Where you goin', boy?" the Latino voice called as they broke into a trot after him.

Ascipio. It was Ascipio. And that meant he was going to die.

"Yo, Boggs, ain' no use. Ain' no use at all, you runnin'."

But keep running he did. Foot after foot, head down. Now only forty feet from the guard station.

I can make it. I'll be there just before they get me.

Please let them have a club or use their fists.

But no knife.

No sliced flesh.

Of course word'd get out immediately in general population how Boggs had run to the guards. And then everybody, even the guards themselves, would wail on him every chance they got. Because if your nerve breaks there's no hope for you Inside. It means you're going to die and it's just a question of how long it takes for the rest of the inmates to strip away your body from your cowardly soul.

"Shit, man," another voice called, breathing hard from the effort of running. "Get him."

"You got the glass?" one of them called to another.

It was a whisper but Boggs heard it. Glass. Ascipio's friend would mean a glass knife, which was the most popular weapon in prison because you could wrap it in tape, hide it in you, pass through the metal detector and shit it out into your hand and none of the guards would ever know.

"Give it up, man. We gonna cut you one way or th'other. Give us your blood..."

Boggs, thin but not in good shape, ran like a track star but he realized that he wasn't going to make it. The guards were in station seven - a room separating the communal facilities from the cells. The windows were an inch and a half thick and someone could stand directly in front of the window and pound with his bleeding bare hands on the glass and if the guard inside didn't happen to look up at the slashed prisoner he'd never know a thing and continue to enjoy his New York Post and pizza slice and coffee. He'd never know a man was bleeding to death two feet behind him.

Boggs saw the guards inside the fortress. They were concentrating on an important episode of St Elsewhere on a small TV.

Boggs sprinted as fast as he could, calling, "Help me, help me!"

Go, go, go!

Okay, he'd turn, he'd face Ascipio and his buddies. Butt his long head into the closest one. Break his nose, try to grab the knife. Maybe the guards would notice by then.

A commercial on the TV. The guards were pointing at it and laughing. A big basketball player was saying something. Boggs raced directly toward him.

Wondering: Why were Ascipio and his baddies doing this? Why? Just because he was white? Because he wasn't a bodybuilder? Because he hadn't picked up a whittled broomstick along with the ten other inmates and stepped up to kill Rano the snitch?

Ten feet to the guard station ...

A hand grabbed his collar from behind.

"No!" Randy Boggs cried.

And he felt himself start to tumble to the concrete floor under the tackle.

He saw: the characters on the hospital show on TV looking gravely at a body on the operating room.

He saw: the gray concrete rising up to slam him in the head.

He saw: a sparkle of the glass in the hand of a young Latino man. Ascipio whispered, "Do it."

The young man stepped forward with the glass knife.

But then Boggs saw another motion. A shadow coming out of a deeper shadow. A huge shadow.

A hand reached down and gripped the wrist of the man holding the knife.

Snick.

The attacker screamed as his wrist turned sideways in the shadow's huge hand. The glass fell to the concrete floor and broke.

"Bless you," the shadow said in a slow, reverent voice. "You know not what you do." Then the voice snapped, "Now get the fuck outta here. Try this again and you be dead."

Ascipio and the third of the trio helped the wounded attacker to his feet. They hurried down the corridor.

The huge shadow, whose name was Severn Washington, fifteen to twenty-five for a murder committed before he accepted Allah into his heart, helped Boggs to his feet. The thin man closed his eyes and breathed deeply. Then together they silently started back to the library. Boggs, hands shaking desperately, glanced into the guard station, inside of which the guards nodded and smiled as the body on the operating room on the TV screen was miraculously revived and the previews for next week's show came on.

Four hours later Randy Boggs sat on his bunk, listening to his roommate, Wilker, James, DOC 4495878, eight years for receiving, second felony offense.

"Hear they moved on you, man, that Ascipio, man, he one mean fucker. What he want to do that for? I can't figure it, not like you have anything on him, man."

Wilker, James kept talking, like he always did, on and on and goddamn on but Randy Boggs wasn't listening. He sat hunched over a People magazine on his bunk. He wasn't reading the periodical, though. He was using it as a lap desk, on top of which was a piece of cheap, wide-lined writing paper.

"You gotta understand me man," Wilker, James said. "I'm not saying anything about the Hispanic race. I mean, you know, the problem is they just don't see things the way normal people do. I man, like, life isn't..."

Boggs ignored the man's crazy rambling and finally touched pen to paper. In the upper left-hand corner of the paper he wrote "Harrison Men's Correctional Facility." He wrote the date. Then he wrote:

Dear to who it may concern:

You have to help me. Please.

After this careful beginning Randy Boggs paused, thought for a long moment and started to write once more.

R une watched the tape once and then a second time. And then once more.

She sat in a deserted corner of the Network's newsroom, a huge open space, twenty feet high, three thousand square feet, divided up by movable partitions, head-high and covered with gray cloth. The on-camera sets were bright and immaculate; the rest of the walls and floors were scuffed and chipped and streaked with old dirt. To get from one side of the studio to the other, you had to dance over a million wires and around monitors and cameras and computers and desks. A huge control booth, like the bridge of the Starship Enterprise, looked out over the room. A dozen people stood in clusters around desks or monitors. Others carried sheets of paper and blue cardboard cups of coffee and videocassettes. Some sat at computers, typing or editing news stories.

Everyone wore casual clothing but no one behaved casually.

Rune was hunched over the Sony 3/4-inch tape player and small color TV that served as a monitor.

A tinny voice came out of the small speaker. "

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