A whistleblower came to me
If you ask me what type of travel I like the most, I’d tell you it’s being in the field with my tools of interrogation – at least that’s what my kids call it. My headphones and microphones are ready for use in my backpack as soon as I meet a person meant to be in a story. My shotgun microphone looks like a gun under the airport X-ray machine unless I take it apart, which I’ve learned to do in these suspicious times. But I’m no smooth operator.
