The weekend dinner conversation had stuck with him and Range was not giving up on his story idea. As executive producer it was his prerogative to assign any piece he wanted. After the morning editorial meeting, he called Keith Chapel down to the Fishbowl.
“See what you can find out about the disappearance, about five years ago, of a Garden State Network anchor-woman named Linda Anderson.”
Keith scribbled on his notepad. “Are you thinking about this as a FRESHER LOOK?”
“I’m not sure yet,” Range answered. “See what you come up with. Let me know and then we’ll talk to Eliza about it.”
Keith nodded and turned to leave the office.
“Wait a minute, Keith.” Range pulled open his desk drawer and extracted a black videocassette box. “I searched around and found this audition tape that Anderson submitted when she was trying to get a job here. Take a look and see what you think.”
Later, the producer popped the cassette into the viewing machine. The woman who appeared on the screen delivering dated New Jersey news reminded Keith of the woman who appeared on the dozens of other videotapes scattered around his office.