Douglas Bunger's Blaze Of Glory

Chapter 45



 
 
 
    Brad couldn't go back to Las Vegas-- there was no way he could face Melanie after the way he had acted. He finally made it back to Los Angeles a few days later a broken man. He'd uncovered what was undeniably the most far reaching military conspiracy in history, and he couldn't publish the story. What could have been a Pulitzer Prize, was now nothing more than a haunting memory. It was the greatest newspaper story of the century, and Brad couldn't write it.
    It turns out, the anguish kept him from writing anything. Of course, he tried to return to the Herald, but security threw him into the street. He held a job writing erotic letters for a porno magazine for a few weeks, but even they fired him because every dime he earned went straight to the liquor store. Brad would have been better off dead. Dandridge knew it.
    Yet, telling me his story, seemed to help Brad. It was as if a tremendous burden had been lifted from his soul. The three days I was with him were rough-- we went through the dry heaves, shakes, alcohol withdrawal-- but he made it. I knew that if I could get him back in the saddle, get his mind on writing and off booze, he'd be okay.
    As it turns out, I had stopped in Wyoming on my way to Los Angeles for a job interview with a small town newspaper. I called the editor to ask if he'd made his selection, and he told me he'd narrowed it down to two other guys and myself. He agreed to meet with Brad the following day, and offered him the job on the spot. As he was unemployed, had lost his car and apartment, and had already hocked everything he owned, he told the man he'd start immediately. It was okay, though, because I didn't 4really5 want the job anyway.
    Out of curiosity, I went to the Los Angeles public library and inquired about Don Ralston. They told me that he broke his leg one weekend and never returned to work. When I asked if they knew where I could reach him, they said they thought he'd reenlisted in the Air Force. A friend of mine in Army Intelligence looked up his name in the computer. He said he was stationed at Alamogordo, and suggested I inquire no further-- national security and all.
    Brad's doing rather well at his new job, in fact the newspaper has expanded to serve four counties now. The editor lays the credit square on Brad's shoulders. He told me that Brad has brought a style and flare to the state of Wyoming unlike any he'd ever seen and he wondered what he'd done to deserve such a gifted journalist.
    By the way, I visited him about two months ago when he married one of the most beautiful women I've ever laid eyes on. She works in the marketing department of a local electronics manufacturer. I talked to her boss at the reception; he said the girl was incredible. Not only did she have a Master's from UNLV, but she was able to predict market trends and customer's needs almost as if she were psychic. I just hope the IRS doesn't ask Brad where he got the nine thousand dollars he used to pay for their wedding and honeymoon. I'm sure Brad and Melanie will be very happy together.
    Brad's been doing some research into the mysterious cattle mutilations that have plagued the west these past few years. I wish him the best of luck. Of course, he never published his story about the alien, just as he'd promised.
    But then, he never promised that I wouldn't publish it.


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