"No," he said. "I don't think so, Nugent." He decided the drumming had lost its impact, so, he crossed his legs and turned to face the balding man behind the desk. "Why should I? This assignment's out of my line and you know it."
Nugent nodded. "I know. But this is an unusual story, Joey, and I'd like to get a photographer's slant on it."
"Want to find out how the other half thinks, huh?"
Nugent referred to a memo. "This is the address." He pushed the slip of paper toward Joey. "I think you'll find this Jason Ewing most cooperative."
"He's a crackpot." Joey shied away from the memo and slid off the desk. "That's why none of your brainy reporters will touch the assignment."
"He's eccentric." Nugent didn't bother to hide his impatience. "What inventor isn't?"
"He's an inventor?"
"New kind of camera. That's where you come in, Joey." Nugent leaned back in his swivel chair. "I want a photographer's reactions to it."
"What's so special about his camera?"
Nugent didn't look at Joey. "It photographs another dimension."