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Leaning against the white TV van and squinting at the entrance to the police station, across the road, Helen watched him walk out of the main entrance. The light above the door illuminated his scowling face. Her reporter’s nose told her something was happening and she had to know about it. Helen's cameraman, Kyle, was sitting enjoying his coffee in the driver’s seat.
“Hey, Kyle, grab the camera,” Helen instructed.
“Why?” he asked, startled, trying not to spit his coffee out all over the dashboard.
“Because I said so; Captain van Staaden and Dr Papenfuss have just walked out, looking seriously unhappy.”
“What did you expect? The dude just lost his girlfriend.”
“I know that. I may be blonde, but I’m not stupid,” she said, flicking her hair over her shoulder. “There’s something else
