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face.
    â€œAren’t you going to go in?” she asked, holding a stack of files she appeared to be delivering.
    â€œNo, I was just leaving.” He kept his voice down as he walked to the door. “I have to go.”
    â€œWell, I forgot to have you sign in,” she said. “But if you’re done I guess it doesn’t matter.”
    Gannon waved his thanks, headed to his car, hurrying when he got to the lot. He pulled away, a thousand concerns shotgunning through his mind as he struggled to concentrate on what he’d heard.
    A detective was the prime suspect in Bernice Hogan’s murder .
    This was big. Huge .
    He wouldn’t alert the desk yet, not until he nailed it. He had to keep this to himself until he had it in the bag.
    Never oversell a story.
    First things first.
    He had to confirm the name behind K.S. and the police department the suspect worked for. He had an idea and drove downtown to the headquarters of the Buffalo and Erie County Public Library system. The building took up two city blocks in Lafayette Square.
    He went to the public computer terminals and logged into the databases for the city of Buffalo employee listings by department. The Buffalo Police Department was the area’s largest police force.
    Let’s start here, he thought as he began searching the BPD’s directory for all officers whose surname started with an S.
    Damn.
    They were not ordered alphabetically but rather by seniority. With more than eight hundred officers to check, this would take time. Page after page of names blurred before he found a K.S.
    Ken Smith. Then another. Kim Sailor. Then another. Kent Sanders. And another. Kevin Sydowski.
    By the time he was done, he’d mined nine possibilities from the Buffalo Police Department. He moved on to the database for officers with the Erie County Sheriff’s Office. After searching some four hundred names there, he had three more candidates: Kal Seroudie, Kyle Sawchuk, and Keen Sanchez.
    But there were numerous police departments that served greater Buffalo, like the Cheektowaga Police Department, the Amherst Police Department, Hamburg, North Tonawanda, West Seneca, and Ascension Park, to name a few.
    He continued scouring the databases.
    As time passed he realized that he would never get through them all. He stopped to think. So far, he had some sixteen possibilities, but this was turning out to be a needle-in-a-haystack search.
    He needed help confirming the name.
    He’d use another option.
    He abandoned the computer, went to a public telephone and called the private number of the person he’d seen atthe meeting. He hadn’t talked to his source for some time and was reluctant to push, but the stakes were high.
    No one answered.
    He left a message then returned to the newsroom, which was in full midday mode with reporters talking on phones, or typing at keyboards, or huddled with editors discussing stories. Gannon had grabbed a BLT in the cafeteria and was threading his way to his desk.
    â€œHey, Jack, what’ve you got?” Tim Derrick held up his clipboard listing the stories for tomorrow’s paper. “I’m heading into the meeting. I’ve got you skedded for a follow-up on the investigation into Hogan.”
    â€œI’m expecting more information. I’ll let you know if it falls through.”
    â€œRemember, Nate’s counting on you for a scoop.”
    As Gannon settled in at his desk and prepared to eat his late lunch, his phone rang. He answered after getting two quick bites down.
    â€œJack Gannon, Buffalo Sentinel .”
    â€œI got your message.”
    The caller’s number was blocked but he knew the voice.
    â€œThanks. It’s been a while,” he said. “How are you?”
    â€œOh, you know me. Same old same old. And you?”
    â€œI’m a bit under the gun. I need a favour,” he said.
    â€œSomething to do with Hogan?”
    â€œI understand they’re looking