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reviewed what she wanted to put out there. It was important to reassure the public, but she also wanted people being careful, and coming to them with any information, big or small. Fact was, there was a killer out there and they had no idea what kind of creature he or she was.
    Susan tuned in as she heard Jim making his standard news report introduction, straightening her posture as she prepared for the cameras. She felt sweat inching down her chest and armpits in spite of the morning’s cool breeze, and was glad she’d grabbed her jacket on her way out of the building.
    “That’s correct, Jim,” she replied in answer to the anchor’s introduction, focusing slightly over the heads of the people gathered around the ongoing interview. “The body of a local woman was found yesterday afternoon on the White Bluffs peak of the Bruce Trail.” She paused. “As you can understand, we’re not prepared to provide detailed information at this point.”
    The twenty odd people who had gathered, likely attracted by the city TV vehicles parked in front of the district police station were silent, hanging onto her every word. “The victim is a nineteen-year old Lion’s Head resident by the name of Sarah Harmon. It is a suspicious death, and we currently have all of our manpower working around the clock to bring the offender in.”
    There was a scrabble of movement in front of her as people called out questions. “That’s all of the information we’re prepared to give at this time,” Sarah spoke over their voices. “But I do want to ask that anyone who has any information relating to the incident contact us at the Wiarton police station immediately.” Avoiding eye contact with Jim as she saw him composing a question, she added a firm “thank you” and turned back to the station doors.
    Alex gave her a thumbs up as she passed him in the hall. “Sounded good, Inspector,” he winked, “I caught it from the side door.”
    “Any one interesting in attendance?” she slowed to ask him. “I saw a few unfamiliar faces there. Have Ginny send me the footage, I want to make sure we can place them all.”
    “No problem,” Alex responded. It may be the stuff of fiction that the murderer was often in attendance at police interviews, but at this point they weren’t letting any stone go unturned, crime show superstition or not.
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    “I see.” Alex put on his most attentive face, the face he’d have on if he was speaking to his slightly demented but eternally sweet grandmother, had she been alive to have a conversation with him. “And how long did you say she had worked here?”
    “Oh, it would be about three years now. We didn’t have many hours for her, but she’d be here a day or two a week, making a bit of pocket money, you know how the teenagers do.”
    Mrs. McKinnon heaved what might have been the tenth sigh since the interview began, and Alex felt the stale air of the library flutter around him and fall back to stillness. “She was a dear girl, a real dear girl, that one.”
    “Was she a good worker?” Alex asked, trying to find a way to relevant information in the interview.
    “Sure, she was always good to have around. Dependable, turned up when she said she would. A daydreamer though, that’s for certain. She’d be started on a row of returns and I’d turn around to find her staring off into space, looking at the back of a book as if her fortune was written there. I always told her she must be in love, it was the only thing that got a rise out of her,” the librarian smiled sadly.
    “She had that look about her, you know,” Mrs. McKinnon continued, stroking her much-creased neck thoughtfully. “Some faces just spell tragedy. Whether it be the look in their eyes or the set of their chin, you just know. Disaster is looming.” Her Scottish accent seemed to be developing into a thicker brogue while telling the story, and Alex half expected her to address him as ‘laddie’.
    The Sergeant let his eyes wander