CHAPTER 8
Paul arrived at the offices of the Southampton Tribune at three o'clock and he had managed to draft on the train a short article based on the interview with Isabella. As the train got into Southampton he walked through the station to a waiting taxi on the forecourt and it drove him the short distance to the offices of the Tribune. Paul got to his desk and the office was quiet with only a receptionist and a handful of journalists around.
The editor walked over to Paul not knowing what had happened in London and wondered where he had been for the past twenty four hours. Paul looked to the editor and he explained everything that had happened with Byron, Timothy and the interview with Isabella. By the time he had finished the editor sat on a black plastic chair close to Paul.
The editor was sympathetic to what had happened and could see that Paul's face looked drained and his eyes had none of the fire that he had so often seen in him.
Paul handed his story to the editor. The editor glanced at it for a moment before returning his gaze to Paul.
"This will go in for tomorrows edition. This is good work. This story with Giovanni is turning into something we hadn't expected. I want you to keep on top of this story and we may not have seen the last of it."
Paul took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes.
The editor looked at him and he said "Go home and rest. Come back to me in a couple of days. It seems this Giovanni story has taken it out of you."
Paul tried to object but the editor repeated himself "Go home."
Paul headed quickly back to his flat. As he entered his flat he felt claustrophobic and edgy. He didn't want to be there and needed to get away and he knew a place he could go to. It was a private retreat only his editor and Kathleen knew of.
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