RJ Reporter kept talking as he slowly paced back and forth. “At age twenty-nine, after six years at a four-year college, after five years teaching…this is what I was meant to do. This is what’s going to put me on the map.”
Big dreams for a little man,Tucker thought. He decided the guy was just blathering and stalling. Forget nuts; he was terrified. Unless he had a tiny tape recorder in his pocket, recording his every thought for some grand documentary, except for what was on his pants and his shoes, the guy was scared shitless.