John reluctantly waved him into his office; he smiled but knew something was up by the look on Bill’s face. Although he’d only been with the paper four years he was one of his best and his reputation was growing as a sound journalist.
John’s apprehension grew, as Bill got straight to the point, after all it's not often a journalist drops by the Editor of the International desk for a cursory visit. “Look, ah…I know about what happened in Hanoi and I want the posting.”
He was stunned…and frankly speechless, which was a first for John. It had been three weeks since the police had found the body in the dingy alley near the Chợ Đồng Xuân in Hanoi’s Old Quarter. So far they hadn’t been able to ascertain what had happened and John was fearing that they’d pretty much closed the case and put it down to just another foreigner being caught in the wrong place at the wrong time…poor bastard he thought to himself.
Clearly Bill had caught him a little off guard with his sudden proposal and now tried to elaborate further, but John held up his hand and motioned him to stop.
"What makes you think that I would give you the posting to Hanoi", he said almost a little too loudly. "Because I’m your best bet that’s why" Bill shot back, his gaze not wavering from John’s...
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