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"This isn't getting us anywhere," Alex grumbled as Harry scribbled in her notebook and Luca took another shot of faded grandeur.
"Speak for yourself, sweetie," said Luca. "This area is beautiful."
Alex sighed. "I know, but photographing it won't save it. Nor will chatting to housewives about the good old days before computers."
"She's part of the community you want to save," pointed out Harry.
"She's senile. Inteview me!"
"I've already interviewed you."
"If you'll let me into your flat I photograph you too!" suggested Luca. "You'd look good framed against a window. Do you have one of those iron balconies?"
"Yes, I do. But I don't see how this helps us uncover the corruption."
"You say us, like it somehow includes me and Luca," said Harry drily.
"Don't you want to help?"
"We want to sell newspapers. Not exactly the same thing," said Luca. "Harry likes you though, you might be able to talk her into something."
"Luca!" Harry was outraged.
"Don't flirt if you don't want me to comment."
Alex raised his eyebrows. "Want to come to the construction site?"
"This you idea of a glamourous date?"
"Could be? Come on! Let me show you substandard building techniques."
"I'm working here," said Harry, dignified.
"Oh go with him!" said Luca. "What harm can it do? and I can take pictures on my own just fine."
"Cool!" said Alex.
"If she does go with you though," muttered Luca in his ear. "Then I expect to get to photograph the inside of your flat in return."
"Deal," said Alex.
Harry peered through the chain-link fence around the building site.
"What am I looking at?"
"How the fuck should I know? you're the journalist, investigate!"
"You're impossible, you know that?"
"Impossible but good-looking right?"
"Not that good looking. Come off it Alex, we can't even get in. We don't know what we're looking for. All I can see is chunky looking men in hard hats."
"Interview a chunky looking man."
Harry snorted but stomped around to the site entrance. Harry watched her flash her card at the entrance and then have a long talk with the man in the gatehouse.
"Well?" he asked as she returned.
"Wouldn't let me in. I need to get permission from the parent company, Plantagenet Holdings."
"So contact them?"
"I have, I've got a meeting tomorrow. I had things to do tomorrow."
"Talking to a dodgy building contractor will be more fun though."
"No, it won't."
"This isn't getting us anywhere," Alex grumbled as Harry scribbled in her notebook and Luca took another shot of faded grandeur.
"Speak for yourself, sweetie," said Luca. "This area is beautiful."
Alex sighed. "I know, but photographing it won't save it. Nor will chatting to housewives about the good old days before computers."
"She's part of the community you want to save," pointed out Harry.
"She's senile. Inteview me!"
"I've already interviewed you."
"If you'll let me into your flat I photograph you too!" suggested Luca. "You'd look good framed against a window. Do you have one of those iron balconies?"
"Yes, I do. But I don't see how this helps us uncover the corruption."
"You say us, like it somehow includes me and Luca," said Harry drily.
"Don't you want to help?"
"We want to sell newspapers. Not exactly the same thing," said Luca. "Harry likes you though, you might be able to talk her into something."
"Luca!" Harry was outraged.
"Don't flirt if you don't want me to comment."
Alex raised his eyebrows. "Want to come to the construction site?"
"This you idea of a glamourous date?"
"Could be? Come on! Let me show you substandard building techniques."
"I'm working here," said Harry, dignified.
"Oh go with him!" said Luca. "What harm can it do? and I can take pictures on my own just fine."
"Cool!" said Alex.
"If she does go with you though," muttered Luca in his ear. "Then I expect to get to photograph the inside of your flat in return."
"Deal," said Alex.
Harry peered through the chain-link fence around the building site.
"What am I looking at?"
"How the fuck should I know? you're the journalist, investigate!"
"You're impossible, you know that?"
"Impossible but good-looking right?"
"Not that good looking. Come off it Alex, we can't even get in. We don't know what we're looking for. All I can see is chunky looking men in hard hats."
"Interview a chunky looking man."
Harry snorted but stomped around to the site entrance. Harry watched her flash her card at the entrance and then have a long talk with the man in the gatehouse.
"Well?" he asked as she returned.
"Wouldn't let me in. I need to get permission from the parent company, Plantagenet Holdings."
"So contact them?"
"I have, I've got a meeting tomorrow. I had things to do tomorrow."
"Talking to a dodgy building contractor will be more fun though."
"No, it won't."