title: Nowhere to Run
author:  Mary Jane Clark 
description: CBS veteran Clark (Nobody Knows) brings a network news producer's sensibility to the story of a newsroom in the throes of anthrax-induced pandemonium. In quick chapters that jump-cut among numerous points of view, Clark narrates a nerve-racking week in the life of KEY News producer Annabelle Murphy. When Annabelle's medical correspondent, Dr. John Lee, holds up what he says is a vial of weapons-grade anthrax on morning TV, panic ensues: executives call management meetings, security agents peer into spy cameras, the FBI snoops around and doctors dispense Cipro. Lee's anthrax proves to be table sugar-but then Annabelle's colleague Jerome Henning, who's quietly been writing a nasty tell-all, lands in the hospital and quickly succumbs to the disease. A food-service worker is murdered next, and another person is found dead. Annabelle frets about Jerome's manuscript and tries to figure out what's going on, all the while unwittingly carrying anthrax spores in her coat pocket. Who needs terrorists when there are so many office villains around? There's the aging, control-freak male bigwig, the driven female executive, the insider-trading business reporter and the cocaine-sniffing theater reviewer, to name a few. Clark's spare prose depends on brisk dialogue and rapid-fire action sequences, and her stereotypical characters are pastiches of a few simple virtues, flaws and guilty secrets. Still, the yarn entertains with a little network gossip and a short lesson in bio-terror, all seen through the eyes of a network producer who starts out fearing for her job and ends up fearing for her life.<br />Copyright 2003 Reed Business Information, Inc.
zlib_text: NOWHERE TO RUN
  Written by
  Kate William
  Created by
  FRANCINE PASCAL
  
  Copyright © 2015, Francine Pascal
  
  CONTENTS
  Chapter One
  Chapter Two
  Chapter Three
  Chapter Four
  Chapter Five
  Chapter Six
  Chapter Seven
  Chapter Eight
  Chapter Nine
  Chapter Ten
  Chapter Eleven
  Chapter Twelve
  Chapter Thirteen
  
  NOWHERE TO RUN
  Emily was lost in the sound of the new cymbals when her
  stepmother opened the door to the studio. "Emily!" Karen yelled
  angrily. "I have finally gotten the baby to fall asleep, and now you've
  woken her up again!"
  Emily stared at her stepmother. "But we agreed that between four
  o'clock and—"
  "I don't care what we agreed," Karen said acidly. "I have
  absolutely had it with this constant noise, young lady. If you refuse to
  cooperate with a few simple rules—"
  "But I'm not refusing!" Emily cried. "You just keep changing the
  rules on me all the time! Karen, I can't just—"
  "Oh, do what you please," Karen said, heading for the stairs. "Just
  make sure you cut out the noise. Because the next time yo