"Oh, shit!" Maggie muttered. Major screwup on her part. She should have anticipated what was currently going down and sent Espinosa to Harry's dojo first instead of to the courthouse to speak with Jack Emery. Maybe, just maybe, Espinosa would take some initiative, tune in to his iPod, and show up. That was what Ted would have done. But Joe Espinosa was not Ted Robinson. She whipped out her cell phone and punched in Espinosa's number.

Before she could say a word, the reporter said, "I'm on it. I should be at Wong's dojo in three minutes. Call Emery and set up a meet someplace else, and call me back with the details."

"Okay. If Harry sees you, he'll give you an exclusive. Play that up, Joe."

"I'm not some cub reporter, Maggie. I know what to do."

"I know, I know. I'm just a little jittery today. I'm holding four inches of space for this interview." Maggie closed her cell phone when she realized she was talking to dead air. She returned to the television, her eyes fixed on the screen and the scene playing out in front of her.

A good-sized crowd was gathering outside Harry's dojo. For some reason people just seemed to gravitate to any place where they saw more than one police officer and a reporter. She squinted to better see the faces, but to no avail. Her eyes still on the screen, her hand snaked out to grapple with the pile of junk on her desk until she found her glasses and put them on. Ah, now she could see some of the Post's rivals, friends of Ted and Espinosa. Police were pacing near the entrance. The lookie-loos were starting to multiply near the entrance, and the cops were trying to push them back to the curb. It looked like it was going to get unruly any second. She spotted Espinosa as he did his best to inch his way to where the Channel 5 reporter was standing. Good spot, she thought. Harry would be sure to see him.

All the jabbering and babbling suddenly stopped when the door to Harry's dojo opened, and he stood in the doorway. The aggressive reporter from Channel 5 pushed forward and jammed the microphone in Harry's face. Maggie groaned. No one invaded Harry's space. No one. She watched as with one finger, Harry jabbed out at the reporter's nose. His free hand knocked the microphone out of the offender's hand. One of the gleeful lookie-loos picked it up and started to whistle into it.

Harry eyeballed the Channel 5 camera, and the man lowered it. "Turn it off," Harry ordered.

The cameraman backed away, but a Fox reporter used his own camera to catch the Channel 5 cameraman turning his camera to the OFF position. It was a clear signal that you didn't mess with one Harry Wong. The reporter himself moved off to a respectable distance, his camera steady. Maggie wondered if Harry knew the cameraman was still filming.