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Ethan Benson has no idea his life is about to change forever when he walks through the door of The Weekly Reporter where he's starting a new job as a senior producer, charged with managing the show's mercurial anchorman. As he settles in on his first day, he's summoned by the executive producer and assigned to a story about a rich heart surgeon who's confessed to the salacious murder of a young runaway he picked up on the gritty streets of a South Boston combat zone. At first, the story appears to be a random sex crime: the case two years old, the investigation long wrapped and mothballed, the killer convicted and locked away for the rest of his life. But as Ethan begins exploring the facts and meeting the principal characters, he unravels a sinister conspiracy by law enforcement officials, a pervasive cover-up driven by money, greed, and fear, and a dark secret hidden by the maniacal killer for decades. Steeped in the nuances of television production, Ethan takes the reader on a fast-paced journey through the underbelly of society using every skill at his fingertips to uncover the truth, while fighting his own inner demons in a bottle of Scotch. A true thriller, Live to Tape paints a raw, inside picture of broadcasting with its infighting and backstabbing that will keep readers asking for more.
I was born a bastard at a county hospital. When most girls of sixteen were getting their driver licenses my mother was getting herself a baby. As a child I spent a lot of time in an orphanage called the Margaret Lloyd Stansel’s Children’s Asylum. My mother preferred to call it a boarding school or summer camp depending upon the time of year I was visiting. Most every child who lived there had a parent, a grandparent, an aunt, uncle, or some other family member – somewhere or other. Including me. I don’t blame my mother though – she had herself a hard-knock life, too. Let me explain, when I was born in 1954, things were different. Unwed mothers were treated in a spiteful manner – including being excluded from social settings, and even family circles. I guess I should count my blessings that my mother tried her best to raise me. I’m sure my life is different from yours. There are not many orphanages operating today. Well, the long and the short of it is – that this is my story – about when things were a wee bit different. My name is Rileigh Ophelia Horton, I think. This was my life – The Life of Rileigh
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