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got company here.  I’m rather involved at the moment.” 
    Right.  Ed could just picture what the boss was involved in.  Frank’s involvements usually included nearly naked women with big breasts.  He could see it now.  Frank would be busy discussing a promotion for her, a little something on the side for himself.  The fact he could grant any promotions to his little involvements was pretty damn interesting considering the fact that most of the women Frank dallied with didn’t even work in his department.  Hell, if it was the blonde, she hadn’t even made it out of the mailroom yet. 
    Ed blew out a breath of frustration.  “Frankie, forget the sexual-harassment-waiting-to-happen blonde.  You can play later.” 
    “How in the hell do you know what I’m doing?” 
    Score one for Ed.  “Christ, Frank, the whole newsroom knows what you’re doing.  Your reputation is world famous.  Come on, this is important.” 
    “Well for your sake, kiddo, it better be.  I’ll be right there.”  Ed heard a female whine in the background a second before the phone clicked off. 
    When Frank arrived at Ed’s desk, a crowd surrounded it.  “Out of the way people,” he griped.  “The sooner I get this over with, the sooner I can get back to more important matters.” 
    He shoved his way through.  “Dammit to hell, move.  Now!” 
    When Ed saw Frank, he knew he had one of his best ‘cat that swallowed the bird’ smirks on his face.  For an instant, he thought Frank might try knocking that smirk right off his face. 
    “Well, Ed, what’s so God Almighty important that I needed to rush right down here?  I was...  I was rather busy.” 
    Then Frank noticed the envelope and picture lying on his desk.  “What the hell is that?” 
    “This, Mighty-Boss-Man, is our new lead-in for tonight’s evening broadcast.”  Ed allowed himself a dramatic pause before continuing. 
    “This is a picture from the man who killed the prostitute last night.”  Ed pointed to the photo lying on his desk.  “You know, the hooker whose murder was listed in Metro’s news release this morning.  The murder you’re not interested in.  And guess what?” 
    Another dramatic pause. 
    “The killer sent it to Yours Truly.  How’s that for a top story?  The man who sent this to me is one twisted piece of licorice.” 
    Frank’s eyes darted back and forth from the desk top to Ed’s face.  “God Almighty!  Just like the last time a killer made contact with you.  The Hadley Cox case, wasn’t it?” 
    Ed nodded. 
    “Well, you sure as hell got my attention now.” 
    Frank pointed to the photo.  “What’s that written across the front?”  Ed picked it up and waved it in Frank’s face. 
    “Come on, kiddo,” Frank whispered.  “I don’t have all day.  Especially when I’ve got a stacked little blonde waiting patiently for me up in my office.  Promotion negotiations are going well!” 
    Frank reached for the picture, but Ed grabbed his hand.  “Oh no you don’t!  We shouldn’t add any more fingerprints.  It’s bad enough mine are all over it.  The police are going to need to see this.” 
    Frank withdrew his hand.  “Sure, I knew that.  I w as just going to...  ah, I was  just...  well, I was just seeing how close I could get without touching it.”  His arm waved in the air, too close to Ed’s face.  “Never min d that, what’s the damn letter say?” 
    Ed thought for a moment about waving his arm back in Frank’s face but decided to pass.  “There is no letter.  It’s only a photograph of a dead woman and it has the word
    after written at the top.  It’s the murdered hooker.  Her Jane Doe photo came across my desk about an hour ago.” 
    Frank pulled a pair of thick, black-rimmed reading glasses from his shirt pocket and slid them on, and then bent over to get a good look at the photo.  Ed, satisfied he’d gotten the right response from the horny old bastard,