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While I ate a peanut butter sandwich later, I switched on the news. A microphone was shoved in Hank's face and I blinked at him in shock. He was angry—extremely so—and not just with the reporter—I could tell by his words.
"Yes, my assistant manager didn't show up for work last night. I called the police because John is always on time and never misses a shift. I am only discovering now, through you, that his body was found near the wharf an hour ago."
"The police didn't call you?" The reporter—a young woman—feigned surprise.
"No. I assume they notified John's family first. How did you learn of the murder?"
"Through ah, well, the usual channels," she stuttered. I figured she'd gotten information through a source or listened in on police communications.
"You probably shouldn't mess with Hank right now," I spoke to the television screen. Too bad the reporter couldn't hear me.
"Are you involved in your assistant manager's disappearance?" Her question proved (to me, at least) that she had very little common sense.
"My whereabouts have already been disclosed to the police, who are in charge of this investigation, no matter how much you'd prefer to believe otherwise," Hank growled. "Where were you when my assistant manager disappeared?"
"What?" she squeaked.
"I can account for my time last night. Can you?" I almost laughed as she turned a bright pink. Yes, I dropped my shield and read her. She'd been in bed with her (married) producer. The station quickly cut to commercial while I snickered.
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