"That's what I need to talk to her about. Put her on, please." Within a second, the newswoman was on the line.
"Ms. McCoy, your cameraman…"
"Kip," Gully supplied.
"Kip is standing by."
"Thank you, Mr. Galloway."
"We're not filming a documentary. I'm limiting this taping to five minutes. The clock starts as soon as the cameraman clears the door of the store. He will be so instructed."
"I think that will be agreeable. Ronnie and Sabra should be able to get their message across in that amount of time."
"I'm going to tell Kip to pan-"
"No, no," she interrupted quickly. "The baby's doing fine. I'll see to it that Kip gets close-ups of her."
"You're saying not to tape the interior of the store?"
"That's right. She's beautiful. Sleeping just now."
"I'm… uh…" Galloway wasn't sure what she was trying to communicate to him. After the Cain debacle, he couldn't afford any more mistakes.
"What's she saying?" Gully wanted to know.
"She doesn't want us to video the store's interior."
Then: "Ms. McCoy, I'm going to put you on speaker." He depressed the button.
"Tiel, it's Gully. How're you doing, kid?"
"Gully! You're here?"
"Can you believe it? Me, who never gets more than ten miles from the TV station, out here in jackrabbit country.
Mode of transportation was a helicopter. Noisiest goddamn contraption I've ever had the misfortune to fly in.
Wouldn't let me smoke during the flight. This entire day has sucked. How're you?"
"I'm all right."
"Soon as you're out of there, the margaritas are on me."
"I'll take you up on that."
"Galloway's confused. You don't want Kip to pan the store's interior?"
"That's right."
"Freak everybody out?"
"Possibly."
"Okay. How about a wide shot?"
"That's very important, yes."
"Got it. Wide shot, but nobody's aware of it. Pretend they're close-ups. Is that what you're saying?"