He recognized the soft voice of Danni Martins. She was a twenty-three year old third year journalism student from Ryerson University who had assisted him on several occasions. An excellent researcher, she often provided valuable information for his news stories. Her insightful ideas presented some interesting avenues of inquiry for his stories for the Toronto Tribune daily newspaper.

"Yeah, Danni. How've you been?"

"Fine, got several unusual calls today though." She sounded concerned. "One from your editor, Mike Thompson."

"Yeah, how's Mike?" Thompson was his boss at the Toronto Tribune.

"He's desperate to talk to you if he's calling here. He wanted me to tell you he's set up a 4 p.m. meeting for you and your uncle's lawyer regarding the "Chas Kennedy Lectures." Danni paused then continued, "He said it wouldn't be a good idea to blow this meeting off."

Myles checked the clock. His flight would leave shortly. Boarding had just started. It wouldn't be long before he left this all behind. The Tribune, his family, his friends, nobody knew about his plans to escape the problems in his life.

"Just having some bad days at work." Myles spoke the words he knew were a classic understatement. He reached back over his shoulder to massage the tension in his neck.

"You know if you need anything..."

"Thanks, Danni." He knew she would do anything for him.

She was a sweet girl with soft blond hair in a jagged cut and blue eyes that saw everything, and understood a lot more. Myles had found her in the media lab at Ryerson when he'd gone to talk to one of the professors. "This girl never goes home, Myles. One day she'll be after your job." Professor Greenlaw had said. Myles offered her a research position shortly after. She had boundless energy.

"Be talking to you soon," she said. Danni seemed to be waiting for something. Perhaps it was something she could work on.

"Myles, I want you to know I don't believe what I've been reading in the paper today. There must be some mistake."

He didn't want to discuss the news reports, and besides it wouldn't matter in about twenty minutes. He didn't plan on being back any time soon. In a few minutes, his flight out of Toronto would take him away from his problems and concerns. His Uncle Chas Kennedy would not approve of this flight. He'd never walked away from a challenge or a fight. Moreover, it seemed the bigger the problem, the bigger the challenge.

"Bye Danni. Thanks for the call."

His Uncle Chas used to say, "In turmoil and trouble there is glory ... search for the glory."

For many years, Myles used to think his uncle was just a glory-hound, a person who looked for situations that would thrust him into the spotlight. Then one day Chas explained it wasn't the result that brought him glory but the application of himself, his skills, guile, and intelligence, which gave him a sense of satisfaction and triumph regardless of the outcome.

Myles' cell phone was once again playing that familiar tune, 'Weak in the Knees' by Serena Ryder.

"Myles." Myles recognized his sister, Helen, even though she sounded frantic and disoriented.

"It's Buddy..." She gasped between deep breaths. "He jumped, killed himself. He went off the Cork Arms Building and died instantly."

Buddy was a great brother-in-law and a loving husband to his sister Helen. Myles had grown up with Buddy. They attended school together and Myles brought him home one night, and his sister fell for him instantly.

Myles hesitated with indecision.

"Are you at home alone?"

"No, Mom's here."

"Good."

"An Officer Avery called, I think. He was at the scene downtown."

She was overwhelmed and he could hear his mom comforting her in the background.

His mom came on the phone. "She wanted you. She said Myles would know what to do."

"Oh, Mom!" He could hear his mom trying to console Helen to no avail. Myles sat stunned in disbelief. Helen always had a special place in her heart for him. He was her older brother. He could do no wrong in her eyes.

"What's going on?" It was only last night the whole family was enjoying a barbecue. What was she saying? "Myles will know what to do?" Maybe Chas Kennedy would know what to do, but not him. He could feel the panic in his sister's voice, and his mother pleading.