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“Bitch,” he added.
With that I took a step forward and punched him as hard as I could in the face, knocking him into the water.
As soon as I did, I heard a voice I recognized behind me, saying, “Smile.”
I turned and saw Seth Dowd pointing his phone at me.
“Still rolling,” he said.
Fifty-Three
BY THE TIME Igot home and went online, I already had the home page of Wolf.com all to myself—the sequence of shots that showed me throwing the right-hander that put Jack in the water running right below the headline:
SUCKER PUNCH
I was beginning to think I should be starting a screenshot scrapbook.
The photos were accompanied by Seth Dowd’s breathless first-person account of what had transpired on the dock, somehow making an argument between siblings read like the crime of the century.
I was also the lead story on theTribune’s site. I knew that one was coming because Megan had called to give me a heads-up. I was surprised I hadn’t heard from her on the ride home from Redwood City.
“If we’re going to maintain our credibility,” she said, “I can’t give you a pass on something like this.”
“Wouldn’t expect you to. Do what you have to do. I told you the ground rules when I hired you. I’m a big girl.”
“With a pretty good right hand,” she said. “Reminded me of Ali’s daughter when she was still fighting.”
“Thanks. I hope you know that means a lot.”
“This isn’t going to make you feel any better,” Megan said, “but you are once again the number one trending topic for the entire city of San Francisco.”
Then she asked if I had any comment for the story about Jack and me that would run in the print edition.
“Just one. Here goes: ‘My only regret was when I discovered that I hadn’t broken my brother’s nose.’”
Megan’s call had been followed, almost immediately, by one from Thomas.
“I know what you’re going to say,” I said.
“No, you don’t.”
“Try me.”
“We can’t go on like this, Jenny,” he said. “And this is coming from someone on your side.”
I told him he was right, but we’d talk in the morning. I was talked out for now. “Don’t you mean punched out?” he said. Then he asked if I could manage to stay out of any more fights until then. I told him I’d try my hardest and was about to turn off my phone when Ryan Morrissey weighed in, as if the three of them had slotted their calls.
But Ryan actually got a smile out of me.
“We’re now in a pretty exclusive club,” he said. “Members of the Wolves football organization with first-round knockouts.”
“I should have known better.”
“Wait,” Ryan said, “you mean Ishouldn’thave known better?”
He asked if I wanted him to stop by or meet him somewhere for a beer.
I told him I’d had quite enough photo ops for one night, thank you.
