For a moment Aiden thought the man was going to ask him to leave, and instinctively he touched his bag, ready to pick it up if he had to go quickly but luckily enough the young man seemed to clam himself. He scribbled down a brief description of Calvin’s reaction to his question; it was certainly the sort of thing he’d wanted. It would make a good opening description for the article before he launched into the really grit of it – budget cuts, background checks left undone and predatory staff members moved from hospital to hospital.
“Well, I’m not many people.” He said briskly. “I am a reporter, Mr Ryan, and I do have my sources. I can understand if you’d rather not have your picture or name attached to this but it does lend authenticity to a piece.” It was easier to just assume the man had agreed and steam ahead, by the end of it he’d have what he wanted even if it hadn’t been what Mr Ryan wanted exactly. “I’m wondering if you’d like to describe your experiences for me. I understand you were sixteen at the time. I imagine that must have been very hard for you – to be in a place like that at such a young age.”