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AS SOON AS Bennett stepped outside on the large front veranda, the media flicked on their lights and cameras. Shielding his eyes against the glare, he readied himself against an onslaught, though he was well accustomed to handling a barrage of questions.
A local writer from the Summer Beach Breeze that Bennett knew held out a mini-recorder. “Mayor Dylan, what can you tell us about the stolen art?”
A reporter holding a microphone with Los Angeles station call letters jostled the local reporter aside. Her cameraperson began to film. “Do you know who’s responsible for the theft?”
Bennett raised his hand. “Sorry, I have nothing for you tonight, folks. But I promise we’ll have a press conference in a couple of days. Let me have your cards, and I’ll make sure my office contacts each one o
