Bernie Falls in Line
Jenny Page Like I had a choice. (See previous.)
Bernie Rossie, Local Newspaper Editor
Bernie’s Shrinking Fishbowl
I’d met the Paul’s ex on two occasions, neither of which made me at all excited about there being a third. But Mayor Charlotte insisted. “We have to pay our…
The Begging Tour, Part 3: Ambush in the Sitting Room
The Hughes’ cat may have run off into the night, but its essence was everywhere in the family’s sitting room. Though its style was Victorian to the hilt – satin…
The Begging Tour, Part 2: The Interrogation Factor
I don’t believe in horoscopes. Never have, never will. I always picture these syndicated columnists, so-called “seers,” in their basements smoking Newports, sipping highballs and stringing together storylines toward which…
Bernie Moves Into Position
Her note was succinct and direct. Mr. Rossie … My team and I are embarking on a door-to-door blitz to raise money for the statue memorializing Mick Righteous and we’d…
Bernie Strikes Gold. Film at 11.
The closest I’d ever come to having a true scoop was in New York, during my internship. It was my day off, a Monday, I think. It was warm, much…
Thursday: Has the "protege" gone dark?
Bernie leaves his desk to find out.
Christmas Chair, Christmas Cheer
Bernie steps back
Why do we need NYC? Bernie wants to know.
Enter Bernie.
Bernie, Pete & a Fete-ful Lawn Party
Well, Judge Pete became a “friendly in,” as Elyse had put it, rather quickly. Seemed more than happy to go off the record, first about small things like b-and-e hearings…