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al government was raising taxes again。 She had always known that the news industry flourished on gloom； disaster； scandal； mindless violence； and strife。 But suddenly it seemed to be a singularly ghoulish business； and Holly realized that she no longer wanted to be an insider； among the first to know this dreadful stuff Then； just as she was about to close the file and switch off the puter； a headline arrested her MYSTERIOUS STRANGER SAVES BOY。 The events at McAlbery School were not quite twelve days in the past； and those four words had a special association for her。 Curiosity triggered； she instructed the puter to enlarge the quadrant in which the story began。
The dateline was Boston； and the story was acpanied by a photograph。
The picture was still blurry and dark； but the scale was now large enough to allow her to read the text； although not fortably。 She instructed the puter to further enlarge one of the already enlarged quadrants； pulling up the first column of the article so she could read it without strain。
The opening line made Holly sit up straighter in her chair： A courageous bystander； who would say only that his name was Jim； saved the life of Nicholas O'Conner； 6； when a New England Power and Light pany vault exploded under a sidewalk in a Boston residential area Thursday evening。
Softly； she said； 〃What the hell。 。 。 ？〃 She tapped the keys； instructing the puter to shift the field of display rightward on the page to show her the multiply enhanced photo that acpanied the piece。 She went to a bigger scale； then to a still bigger one； until the face filled the screen。
Jim Ironheart。
Briefly she sat in stunned disbelief； immobile。 Then she was stricken by a need to know more；not only an intellectual but a genuinely physical need that felt not unlike a sudden and intense pang of hunger。
She returned to the text of the story and read it through； then read it again。 The O'Conner boy had been sitting on the sidewalk in front of his home； directly on the two…by…three…foot concrete lid that covered the entrance to the power pany's vault； which was spacious enough for four men to work together within its subterranean confines。 The kid had been playing with toy trucks。 His parents had been within sight of him on the front porch of their house； when a stranger had sprinted along the street 〃He es right at Nicky；〃 the boy's father was quoted； 〃snatches him； I thought sure he was a nutcase child molester going to steal my son。〃 Carrying the screaming child； the stranger leaped over a low picket fence onto the O'Conners' lawn； just as a 17；000…volt line in the vault exploded behind him。 The blast flipped the concrete lid high into the air； as if it was a penny； and a bright ball of fire roared up in In its wake。
Embarrassed by the effusive praise heaped on him by Nicky's grateful parents and by the neighbors who had witnessed his heroism； the stranger claimed that he had smelled burning insulation； heard a hissing ing from the vault； and knew what was about to happen because he had 〃once worked for a power pany。〃 Annoyed that a witness had taken his photograph； he insisted on leaving before the media arrived because； as he put it； 〃I place a high value on my privacy。〃
That hair's…breadth rescue had occurred at 7：40 Thursday evening a Boston at 4：40 Portland time yesterday afternoon。 Holly looked at the office wall clock。 It was now 2：02 Friday morning。 Nicky O'Conner had been plucked off that vault cover not quite nine and a half hours ago。
The trail was still fresh。
She had questions to ask the Globe reporter who had written the PIECE But it was only a little after five in the morning in Boston。 He wouldn't the at work yet。
She closed out the Press's current…edition data file。 On the PUTER screen； the standard menu replaced the enlarged newspaper text。
Through a modern she accessed the vast network of data services to which the Press subscribed。 She instructed the Newsweb service to scan the stories that had been carried by the wire services and published in major U。S。 newspapers during the past three months； looking for INSTANCES in which the name 〃Jim〃 had been used within ten words of either 〃rescue〃 or the phrase 〃saved the life。〃 She asked for a printout of every article； if there should be any； but asked to be spared multiples of the same incident。
While Newsweb was fulfilling her request； she snatched up the phone at her desk and called long…distance information for area code 318； then 212 then 714； and 619； seeking a listing for Jim Ironheart in Los angelese Orange； Riverside； San Bernardino； and San Diego counties。
None of the operators was able to help her。 If he actually lived in southern California as he had told her he did； his phone was unlisted。
The laser printer that she shared with three other workstations was humming softly。 The first of Newsweb's finds was sliding into the receiving tray。
She wanted to hurry to the cabinet on which the printer stood； grab the first printout； and read it at once； but she restrained herself； focusing her attention on the telephone instead； trying to think of another way to locate Jim Ironheart down there in the part of California that locals called 〃the Southland。〃
A few years ago； she simply could have accessed the California Department of Motor Vehicles puter and； for a small fee； received the street address of anyone holding a valid driver's license in the state。
But after the actress Rebecca Schaeffer had been murdered by an obsessed fan who had tracked her down in that fashion； a new law had imposed restrictions on DMV records。
If she had been an acplished puter hacker； steeped in their arcane knowledge； she no doubt could have finessed entrance to the DMV records in spite of their new safeguards； or perhaps she could have pried into credit…agency databanks to search for a file on Ironheart。
She had known reporters who honed their puter skills for just that purpose； but she had always sought her sources and information in a strictly legitimate fashion； without deception。
Which is why you're writing about such thrilling stuff as the Timber Trophy； she thought sourly。
While she puzzled over a solution to the problem； she hurried to the vending room and got a cup of coffee from the coin…operated brewer。 It tasted like yak bile。 She drank it anyway； because she was going to need the caffeine before the night was through。 She bought another cup and returned with it to the newsroom。
The laser printer was silent。 She grabbed the pages from its tray and sat down at her desk。
Newsweb had turned up a thick stack of stories from the national press in which the name 〃Jim〃 was used within ten words of 〃rescue〃 or 〃saved the life。〃 She counted them quickly。 Twenty…nine。
The first was a human…interest piece from the Chicago Sun…Times； and Holly read the opening sentence aloud： 〃Jim Foster； of Oak Park； has rescued over one hundred stranded cats from〃 She dropped that printout in her wastecan and looked at the next one。 It was from the Philadelphia Inquirerù 〃Jim Pilsbury； pitching for the Phillies； rescued his club from a humiliating defeat〃 Throwing that one aside； as well； she looked a