d pine air freshener. I watched the rain-slic

k me to the hotel, to the Pulitzer jury seq

as the ride tha

ation as a juror, to sell fake "inside information" on the winners t

supposed corruption. I lost my career, my freedom, and finally, my life.

taxi, on this exact da

t that liquor store?" I

pected journalist in a sensible coat. He proba

a bottle of cheap whi

t I was looking for: a parked N

e quiet afternoon. I raised it to my lips and started chugging,

bottle into a public trash can with a loud crash.

One was young, his face a mix of confusion and awe. T

o stop right there,"

surprise. "Is there

poke up. "Ma'am... are you D

p, one of the few who had looked at me with a flicke

ds just enough. "Just having a

Ma'am, you're drinking in public. You're cl

r what?" I aske

disorderly conduct," Morr

d me. When they asked for my o

ne to

le?" Scott asked gently. He knew m

t my hands. "I'm too ashamed

bitter, but i

standard sentence: 3

r plan into motion. She was calling her marks, setting up the scam, confiden

as in a jail cell. And this