Chapter One of A Reporters Nightmare

     Aragon Gates shivered in the rain and tucked his notepad back into his jacket. The rain had only been a drizzle when he had started out. He was trailing two men for a story; they had meandered across a parking lot and now were standing near a big tree in a park. The park was situated near the middle of the city. The men had looked bored and hadn’t said anything. Now, however, was a different story.

     The men were talking and the rain was a downpour. Aragon inched forward and strained his ears to catch the conversation.

     “The delivery will be in tomorrow.” One of the men said. Aragon had dubbed him smoky; he had had a cigarette in his mouth the whole time he had been there.

     “Boss’ll be mad if we let any of the reporters catch wind of this. Those diamo-.” The other man started to say something but Smoky cut him off.

     “Don’t say the D word, nobody can hear about it.”

     Aragon bit back a groan, these men were careful, but he had guessed what the word was, diamonds. What would these men be doing with diamonds?

     The men’s conversation went to other things, mostly about hoping the rain would let up. Aragon tugged his collar up higher and watched as the men slowly drifted off. He had only caught one word of importance and it irritated him that nothing else had been mentioned that would help with his story.

     The men were gone and the rain was starting to let up. Aragon straightened and grimaced as his back creaked. He had been standing in one place for almost two hours. He darted to his pickup and climbed in.