In Death 02 - Glory in Death

yeah, bring her up. She looks damn good on camera."
    Sitting back, she studied the five screens while the tech worked the panel. Editing Room One was quiet, but for the murmuring clash of voices from the screen. For Nadine, putting images together seamlessly was as exciting as sex. The majority of broadcasters left the process to their techs, but Nadine wanted her hand in here. Everywhere.
    In the newsroom one level down, it would be bedlam. She enjoyed that, too. The scurry to beat the competition to the latest sound bite, the latest picture, the most immediate angle. Reporters manning their 'links for one more quote, bumping their computers for that last bit of data.
    The competition wasn't all outside on Broadcast Avenue. There was plenty of it right in the Channel 75 newsroom.
    Everybody wanted the big story, the big picture, the big ratings. Right now, she had it all. And Nadine didn't intend to lose it.
    "There, hold it there, when I'm standing on Metcalf's patio. Yeah, now try a split screen, use the shot of me on the sidewalk where Towers bought it. Um-hmm." Eyes narrowed, she studied the image. She looked good, she decided. Dignified, sober-eyed. Our intrepid, clear-sighted reporter, revisiting the scenes of the crimes.
    "Okay." She folded her hands and rested her chin on them. "Cue in the voice-over."
    Two women, talented, dedicated, innocent. Two lives brutally ended. The city reels, looks over its shoulder, and asks why. Loving families mourn, bury their dead, and ask for justice. There is one person working to answer that question, to meet that demand.
    "Freeze," Nadine ordered, "Bleed to Dallas, exterior courtroom shot. Bring up audio."
    Eve's image filled the screens, full length, with Nadine beside her. That was good, Nadine, thought. The visual lent the impression they were a team, working together. Couldn't hurt. There had been the faintest of breezes, ruffling their hair. Behind them, the courthouse speared up, a monument to justice, its elevators busily gliding up and down, its glass walkway crowded with people.
    My job is to find a killer, and I take my job seriously. When I finish mine, the courts begin theirs.
    "Perfect." Nadine fisted her hand. "Oh yes, just perfect. Fade it there, and I'll pick it up on live. Time?"
    "Three forty-five."
    "Louise, I'm a genius, and you're not so bad yourself. Print it."
    "Printed." Louise swiveled away from the console and stretched. They'd worked together for three years and were friends. "It's a good piece, Nadine."
    "Damn right it is." Nadine angled her head. "But."
    "Okay." Louise released her stubby ponytail and ran a hand through her thick, dark curls. "We're getting close to retreading here. We've had nothing new in a couple of days."
    "Neither has anybody else. And I've got Dallas."
    "And that's a big one." Louise was a pretty woman, soft-featured, bright-eyed. She'd come to Channel 75 direct from college. After less than a month on the job, Nadine had scooped her up as her main tech. The arrangement suited them both. "She's got a solid visual and an excellent throat. The Roarke factor adds a gold edge. That's not including the fact she's got a rep as a good cop."
    "So?"
    "So, I'm thinking," continued Louise, "until you get some new bites on this, you might want to splice in some of the business from the DeBlass case. Remind people our lieutenant broke one of the big ones, took a hit in the line of duty. Build up confidence."
    "I don't want to take the focus off the current investigation."
    "Maybe you do," Louise disagreed. "At least until there's a new lead. Or a new victim."
    Nadine grinned. "A little more blood would heat things up. Another couple of days, we'll be out of the sweeps and into the June doldrums. Okay, I'll keep it in mind. You might want to put something together."
    Louise cocked a brow. "I might?"
    "And if I use it, you get full on-air credit, you greedy bitch."
    "Deal." Louise tapped the pocket of her editing vest, winced. "Out of smokes."
    "You've got to stop that. You know how the brass feel about employees taking health risks."
    "I'm sticking with the herb shit."
    "Shit's right. Get me a couple while you're at it." Nadine had the grace to look sheepish. "And keep it to yourself. They're tougher on the on-air talent than you techs."
    "You've got some time before the midnight recap. Aren't you going to take your break?"
    "No, I've got a couple of calls to make. Besides, it's pouring out." Nadine patted her perfectly coiffed hair.