Whirlwind

51

Dallas-Fort Worth Metroplex, Texas

That morning as Kate walked from the Marriott City Center to the bureau in Bryan Tower, her phone vibrated with a text from Tommy Koop.

Something’s up on scanners with FBI SWAT on suspects. Where R U?

Her heart skipped.

Be there in 5. More details pls!

Danson near there now. Says it could be arrest. Stand by for address.

Kate’s thoughts raced.

Last night Dorothea had told her to report to the bureau about midmorning for her assignment. The President’s visit was today, and the bureau was going big on it. Faced with a breaking story and her urge to jump on it, Kate texted Chuck and Dorothea.

Possible arrest in baby case. Will head to scene now, OK?

The address from Tommy popped up on her screen with a map highlighting directions. As Kate jogged to the elevator to get to the parking garage and her car, a voice in the back of her mind sounded a reminder.

Jenna Cooper.

Kate had promised her that she would alert her to any breaks in the case. She broke that promise to her once, and she sure as hell was not going to make that mistake again. Not after everything Jenna’s suffered.

She deserves to know. I gave her my word.

Kate immediately texted Jenna and her sister.

May have development happening now. More when I know it.

Before she got on the elevator she was stopped in her tracks by a text from Dorothea.

Kate, please report to the bureau now.

Kate’s heart sank.

What’s going on? Why are we ignoring breaking news? She started a text to Dorothea but stopped when she’d received one from Tommy.

Stand down. It’s over.

Then one came from Mark Danson.

On site. Cop told me they had wrong intel. Disregard the call. I’m going to Arlington.

Kate let out a breath.

A dead end. All part of the news business, she thought, and alerted Jenna Cooper and her sister that the call was a false alarm.

Then she stepped into the elevator.

On the ride up she reviewed what she had to do. She needed to reach agent Grogan or Quinn on the status of the investigation, the evidence, other leads, number of tips called in, anything, she thought as she arrived at the bureau. The newsroom was nearly empty. All the TVs were locked onto live coverage in advance of the President’s visit. She waved to Tommy and went to her workstation. Less than a minute after she’d logged in, a familiar-looking man stood at her desk.

“Hello, Kate, Burt Wilson from the Houston bureau,” he said. “Soon as you’re clear, please come see me in Chuck’s office.”

“Okay, sure.”

In his wake Kate shot a questioning look to Tommy, who came over to her desk with a coffee.

“Wilson’s running the bureau today. Everyone else is on the President’s visit,” he said before leaving to take a call.

After checking her messages and scanning the wires, Kate collected her notebook and pen to meet with Wilson. That’s when Jenna Cooper called.

“Did you find out anything more on the false alarm?” Jenna asked.

“I think they had weak information. I’ll be looking into it.”

A few seconds of silence passed between them.

“Thank you for thinking of us and calling,” Jenna said. “I want to share something. Something confidential for now, okay?”

“Okay.”

“The governor’s office invited us to join the group of storm survivors who’ll be meeting the President at today’s memorial service for the victims at Cowboys Stadium.”

“That’s quite an honor.”

“And they told us that the President might mention Caleb in his speech at the memorial service.”

“Jenna, that kind of attention’s going to help.”

“We’re praying it does.”

“Will you talk to me afterward for a story?”

“Yes, I’ll text with where we can meet in the stadium.”

“Thank you.”

Upon ending the call, Kate went to see Wilson, who updated her. He told her that the President’s visit was the top story in the country, that Newslead was putting extra staff, reporters and photographers at Cowboys Stadium in Arlington to cover the memorial, and at the devastated sites and other areas that the President was going to visit.

“Where do you need me?”

“We need you here.”

“Here? I don’t understand. I thought I was going to the stadium.”

“No, we need you to help the editors assemble the raw copy as it flows in from our people before we go through it and send it to New York.”

“So I’m not directly reporting?”

“No, Dorothea arranged accreditation and assignments for others earlier and told me she’d assigned you to desk duty here.”

“Desk duty? Where is she? And where’s Chuck?”

“They’ll be with groups the Governor and President will thank today, first responders, rescuers, volunteers and believe it or not, news media, for their work when the storm hit. The Governor always said the press was crucial at conveying critical information.”

Kate thought for a moment before revealing Jenna Cooper’s call.

“Listen, Burt. I should be at the stadium to talk to Jenna after she and her husband meet the President. He might mention their baby in his speech. That could be my follow on the story.”

“That’s great, Kate. But you’re not accredited. You can’t get into the media area of the stadium,” Wilson said. “I’m sorry but you’ll have to pass this to Mandy or Roy for them to follow for us at the stadium.”

She stared at Wilson for a moment then nodded.

So she was supposed to hand over what was essentially her work to the people competing with her for a job? Kate struggled to get her mind around the matter.

Still reeling after she’d returned to her desk, Kate was more than deflated at her exclusion from covering the President. She was concerned about the obvious implication of it. It could only mean that she wasn’t being considered for a full-time reporting position.

As they waited for Air Force One to land, Kate scrolled through her phone for messages and paged through her notes for story leads while wrestling with her anger and her conscience.

She shouldn’t be thinking of herself again. She should be thinking of the people who died in the storms and their families. So what if she wasn’t going to get a job with Newslead? People were dealing with far worse.

As Kate lamented not being at the stadium to talk to Jenna, she reflected on images from the story that she’d never forget: meeting Jenna searching for Caleb at the leveled flea market, finding Caleb’s romper in the shelter, the SWAT team at the motel and Jenna holding Caleb’s rattle amid the ruins of her home.

As Kate searched the newswires she came upon the FBI sketches of the man and woman believed to have taken Caleb.

Why did they take him? Where is he? Will the FBI find him?

Kate needed to see this story through. She couldn’t give it up.

“Here we go,” one of the editors said.

The big-screen TVs suspended from the ceilings throughout the newsroom were tuned to different networks. Each one showed Air Force One landing at DFW International, then the President stepping off the plane and being greeted by dignitaries. Then there was the motorcade to Arlington and the packed stadium.

Everything moved smoothly.

The President met more officials, then came speeches, prayers, songs, eulogies and a montage on the stadium’s giant video screen of moving, inspiring still photos and videos from the storm, the devastation, the rescues, the tragedies and the triumphs in tribute to everyone affected.

Watching the events from the near-empty newsroom, Kate had never felt more alone. She ached to be home with her daughter. She touched Grace’s picture on her phone. Kate then thought of her little sister, Vanessa, and that horrible moment in the river all those years ago.

Why couldn’t I hold on?

The President went to the podium. His speech was powerful, honoring the dead, the injured, those still missing and their families. He praised people for coming together when their world was being torn apart. There were no easy answers as to why people were killed and why the survivors were left with so much hurt to bear.

“But the way forward is to stand united in our response to one of the most painful moments of our lives. The way to heal is to draw inspiration from the selfless acts of courage by those who fought hard against the storm under severe and anguishing conditions.

“Ordinary everyday people like Victor Sanchez, the father who shielded Rosario, his blind daughter, in a culvert, or Billy Dean Brooks, the son who threw himself over Agnes, his mother, while their apartment was exploding around them.

“And the heart-wrenching case of a young mother named Jenna Cooper, who did all she could to keep her baby boy, Caleb, safe only to have him taken from her by someone posing as a Good Samaritan.”

Cameras cut to Jenna dabbing her eyes while holding Cassie and being comforted by Blake.

“Let them all be our beacons of hope. And let’s pray that investigators will soon reunite little Caleb Cooper with his mom Jenna, dad Blake and big sister, Cassie.”

Then the giant screen filled with photos of Jenna with Caleb, Cassie and Blake, all laughing during happier times. Pictures Jenna’s church had provided from a family picnic day in a Dallas park.

The President continued commending the heroic spirit and the human will to endure as he concluded his speech.

It was followed by a gospel choir singing a moving hymn, and another montage of the devastation. Even before the ceremony concluded with the President meeting and comforting survivors, raw news copy started flowing into the bureau.

“All right, let’s get to work,” Wilson said.

Kate got busy handling copy from reports on the speech, the reaction and stories from people in the audience. When she got a text from Jenna on where to meet her, Kate responded, telling her that her Newslead colleague, Mandy Lee, would seek her out, then passed the location to Mandy. Kate struggled to drive out of her mind that she’d not only just given away a major story that she’d developed, but probably her last hope at a job, as well.

She resumed helping clean and assemble file after file of raw copy that continued to flow as the President visited the injured storm victims at a hospital, then communities devastated by the storm where he embraced those who were overcome.

Kate was putting the finishing touches on a file when Tommy hurried to her desk.

“I know you’re swamped, but I got a call for you.”

Kate didn’t remove her eyes from her monitor. “Thanks, Tommy. Can you take a message?”

“I think you should take it.”

“Really, I’m kinda busy.”

“The caller says she knows where Caleb Cooper is.”

Kate stopped typing and looked at him.