It was the late hours of the night as Jeanine was tapping away at the keyboard, palms shaking a little from back-to-back double espressos. The picture had come in late, and so she'd not had much time to digest the information and find out more before jumping into writing the story. There was a high likelihood that another newspaper could snap up the piece if they were to stumble across the photos too, and then her story would be lost. Nobody wanted recycled articles.