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Irene had become a full-fledged religious fanatic, and somehow that freed Rayford
to daydream without guilt about Hattie Durham. Maybe he would say something,
suggest something, hint at something as he and Hattie strode through Heathrow
toward the cab line. Maybe earlier. Dare he assert himself even now, hours before
touchdown?
Next to a window in first class, a writer sat hunched over his laptop. He shut down
the machine, vowing to get back to his journal later. At thirty, Cameron Williams
was the youngest ever senior writer for the prestigious Global Weekly. The envy of
the rest of the veteran staff, he either scooped them on or was assigned to the best
stories in the world. Both admirers and detractors at the magazine called him Buck,
because they said he was always bucking tradition and authority. Buck believed he
lived a charmed life, having been eyewitness to some of the most pivotal events in
history.
A year and two months earlier, his January 1 cover story had taken him to Israel to
interview Chaim Rosenzweig and had resulted in the most bizarre event he had ever
experienced.
The elderly Rosenzweig had been the only unanimous choice for Newsmaker of the
Year in the history of Global Weekly. Its staff had customarily steered clear of
anyone who would be an obvious pick as Time's Man of the Year. But Rosenzweig
was an automatic. Cameron Williams had gone into the staff meeting prepared to
argue for Rosenzweig and against whatever media star the others would typically
champion.
He was pleasantly surprised when executive editor Steve Plank opened with,
“Anybody want to nominate someone stupid, such as anyone other than the Nobel
prizewinner in chemistry?”
The senior staff members looked at each other, shook their heads, and pretended to
begin leaving. “Put the chairs on the wagon, the meetin' is over,” Buck said. “Steve,
I'm not angling for it, but you know I know the guy and he trusts me.”
“Not so fast, Cowboy,” a rival said, then appealed to Plank. “You letting Buck
assign himself now?”
“I might,” Steve said. “And what if I do?”
“I just think this is a technical piece, a science story,” Buck's detractor muttered.
“I'd put the science writer on it.”
“And you'd put the reader to sleep,” Plank said. “C'mon, you know the writer for
showcase pieces comes from this group. And this is not a science piece any more
than the first one Buck did on him. This has to be told so the reader gets to know the
man and understands the significance of his achievement.”
“Like that isn't obvious. It only changed the course of history.”
“I'll make the assignment today,” the executive editor said. “Thanks for your
willingness, Buck. I assume everyone else is willing as well.” Expressions of
eagerness filled the room, but Buck also heard grumbled predictions that the fair-
haired boy would get the nod. Which he did.
Such confidence from his boss and competition from his peers made him all the
more determined to outdo himself with every assignment. In Israel, Buck stayed in a
military compound and met with Rosenzweig in the same kibbutz on the outskirts of
Haifa where he had interviewed him a year earlier.
Rosenzweig was fascinating, of course, but it was his discovery, or invention—no
one knew quite how to categorize it—that was truly the “newsmaker of the year.”
The humble man called himself a botanist, but he was in truth a chemical engineer
who had concocted a synthetic fertilizer that caused the desert sands of Israel to