Price had taken what the police had told him and gone straight to work on it; the thought that there might be more to discover would never occur to him. His job wasn't to find things out, his job was to 'make' stories. Some innuendo here, some association there and voila: you had fifteen pars on the front page that suggested much but actually told you fuck-all.
The success of popular reporting since the Eighties has lain in the practice of massively increasing the ration of column inches to facts. Facts were both expensive and time-consuming to procure, so you had to use them as sparingly as possible.
- Christopher Brookmyre, Quite Ugly One Morning, p.38
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