Avoid if triggered by misplaced apostrophe's. (essayel) wrote in morningstar_mnr, @ 2010-09-21 15:03:00 |
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Entry tags: | fin |
City Herald offices, yesterday evening, Mocha today, Fin OTA
Last night Fin had just been taking his leave of the editor, tucking a sheaf of photocopies of old articles in his folder, when he heard a hiss of excitement run round the office and saw men and girls getting out of their seats and crowding around one particular desk. Naturally he and the editor followed because one didn't become a journalist unless overly supplied with curiosity.
"How do you spell that?" the reporter was saying and scribbled on her pad. Fin read "Boquet" upside down and frowned because the name was vaguely familiar. The editor growled at her and she grinned and turned the loudspeaker on.
"An' I'm Carl, with a see," a male voice said. "So there it was an' we reckoned it's a girl because of the dress and the shoes, and she's all strung up there like a puppet with her arms and legs out like she's - dunno - riding an invisible horse or somethin' on'y there's no face because the birds been at her."
"So you're saying she didn't hang herself?" the reporter said.
"Don't see how," Carl said. "I reckon she was put up there. So do the police."
"Excuse me," the editor interrupted. "Do the police know you're calling us?"
"Er ... no," Carl admitted. "And they seemed worried but I reckon if some guy is hanging women the people gotta right to know."
Fin couldn't disagree with that and left them to discuss finances with Carl.
On the way home he remembered his conversation with Andras about how a nice gruesome murder can sell lots of papers and felt a little guilty. That feeling persisted the following day as he sat in the Mocha with his coffee and read the screaming headlines. Only now it was mixed with unease - he'd been asked to help on cases like this before. They gave him migraine for weeks.