Chapter 17 Damien's Choice

Damien Carter sat in the back booth of a quiet downtown café, his phone vibrating steadily on the table.

The editor of The Beacon was calling - again.

The voice message had been simple:

> "We have enough, Damien. If you send us the recording - the real recording - we'll run it. Front page. You'll own the story of the year."

And maybe he would