The reporter called Kaine's offices then managed to get ahold of his personal number and called that. *Ring*

Kaine let it ring a few times, eyeing the unknown number before picking it up. “Hayden Enterprises, you're through to Mr Hayden. To whom am I speaking?”

“Hi Mister Hayden, I'm Marissa Lewis calling from the Post. I'm sorry to bother you, I know the events of yesterday must have taken a toll, but I wanted to ask you a few questions if you have a moment?” She asked.

Summer was napping near Kaine in her hospital room, knocked out by the pain medication and the mental toll the shooting had taken on her.

Kaine looked over at the bed where Summer lay as he listened, moving across the room to the chair in the furthest corner from her bed. Speaking with a soft, firm voice, he responded to the reporter.

“I don't know where you got my number, Ms Lewis, but you should realize right now I have zero trust for anyone. That means I will be aware of any twisting of my words in your publication will… Let's just say I won't be happy and leave it at that. Understand?”

“Mister Hayden…I understand your distrust of the Post, I know some of my colleagues have been….have taken liberties with your words. I hope my article will show you I mean what I say when I say I will do no such thing. Yesterday was a shocking tragedy and I can't even imagine how you must feel right now. How is Miss Caldwell?”

“It's not just your publication, but I will keep a close eye on your article.” He looked up to watch Summer breathing where she lay, taking a small pause before responding to the question. “Right now she's sleeping. Recovering. Drained. It was an ordeal and we both need time.”

“If it would make you feel better, Mister Hayden, I can send over my final copy before I send it to the presses?” The woman seemed earnestly concerned for both Kaine and Summer. “Is it true she was shot in the abdomen and stabbed in the back, suffering a collapsed lung?” She asked gently. Was it possible Kaine had gotten the one reporter not yet jaded by years of spinning things for sensationalism?

Kaine frowned, pulling the phone from his ear and looking at it incredulously. Then brought it back to his ear. “I would be eternally grateful for the opportunity.” That was almost an offer to work for him or one of his subsidiaries. One of the magazines under his publishing arm, perhaps. “Essentially, yes. She had emergency surgery for those.”

“I'll have it sent over as soon as I finish writing it. I…am sorry to have to ask this…and if you choose not to answer, I certainly understand and respect your right to not answer. It's just…I only have the police reports to go on, and I don't know how much of those I can go by, there's rumors they were in on the entire thing. Can you tell me what happened?”

“I can't tell you all the details because I don't know all the details, Ms Lewis. All I know is that Misses Caldwell were kidnapped by Flannery's goons, Winter was shoved out of a moving car, and Summer was taken to the Flannery Warehouses where there was a shootout. The FBI were involved, you might be able to get more from them.”

“Okay. That at least corroborates what I have in my hand. I'll just pretend I didn't ask you that. And…how are you holding up, Mister Hayden? Again…you don't have to answer. I won't be offended if you don't. I just feel like someone should ask you how you're doing. I can't even imagine.”

“I think I'm just as drained as she is. I want to see her happy, healthy and hale once more. It's frustrating I can't do anything to help.”

“I won't include that. But you have my empathy and respect for holding together for her. I'll have my final copy to you by the end of the day. Thank you for your time, Mister Hayden.” She said gently.

“Thank you for your sensitivity in the matter.”

“It's the right thing any decent human being would do, Mister Hayden. I hope your day goes as well as it can.” The call ended.