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    “Good evening and welcome to
Ten at Ten.
I'm Tom Rivers, and we have a number of stories tonight, from a problem with the Teacher's Pension Fund to a cancer-fighting enzyme recently discovered at the University of Minnesota. We begin tonight's coverage, however, on a very serious note, that of the murder of a young white male in south Minneapolis. Just over an hour ago Minneapolis police received a call reporting the crime. Here with a live report of this still-developing story is our investigative reporter, Todd Mills.” Tossing it, he said, “Todd?”
    Holding the stick microphone in a tight grasp, Todd stared straight into Bradley's camera. Yes, that's how these things went. Anchor toss, reporter in full-on camera, VO, reporter tag, ad lib. All of it back-timed to the second.
    Todd forced every thought out of his head, and then let it flow back, evenly and precisely. All you have to do, he told himself, is walk your viewers through this, one steady step at a time.
    “Tom, this story is still evolving, very much so, and the police have been reticent to release what little information they may have. What is known at this point, however, is that a young white male, whose name is being withheld pending notification of family has been murdered in his basement apartment in a building at 25th and Bryant Avenue South. I've been told by residents of the building that the victim was recently employed there as a caretaker. And I do believe that that job represented the first major step for a young man embarking on a dream. Unfortunately, it was a dream that has now dissolved into a night of darkness and mystery,” said Todd, giving the roll cue.
    The video, which had been edited down from Bradley's footage to precisely thirty-five seconds, began to roll, and Todd's eyes fell to the monitor. Nine times out of ten, he helped edit such things, and, of course, wrote the script for them, marrying video and sound into a single prerecorded package. Tonight, however, he was simply going to have to watch the monitor, try to read what he had prepared, or, more likely, simply talk to the pictures.
    Seeing footage of marked units, flashing lights, and cops in their blues, Todd looked at his notes and said, “After receiving a frantic call from a building resident a little over an hour ago, the Minneapolis police were quick to arrive at a small apartment building at Twenty-fifth and Bryant Avenue South. As you can see, there are a number of police at the scene, along with homicide investigators and the team from the Bureau of Investigation. Both the front and rear entrances to this building have been sealed off, and a barricade has been set up to keep the crowd at a distance. The authorities are now going over the apartment, searching for any evidence that may be relevant, and the medical examiner has yet to remove the body”
    The video cut to an image of the rectangular, redbrick structure, and Todd said, “I'm told that the victim only recently moved into this building, a two-and-a-half story walk-up located in a neighborhood known as the Wedge, and that he lived in a small basement apartment at the rear of the building. He was employed here as a caretaker for this and several other apartment buildings on the block.”
    His eyes flicking between the monitor and his notes, Todd now saw a crowd of neighbors milling around, gawking and gossiping. Most of them, he knew, were as horrified as they were entertained.
    “As you can see, Tom, quite a crowd has gathered here, primarily neighbors who are both upset and worried by the crime. The Wedge has a very strong and active neighborhood organization, and they've spent a considerable amount of time and effort in maintaining the safety of—”
    The news director, via the earpiece, said, “Three seconds.”
    “—their neighborhood. Naturally, this comes as quite a shock.”
    Todd looked up, staring into Bradley's camera, which was now live on him. “As I said, Tom, little