Richard Hopkins made it through customs and soon got a cab to take him from JFK to his apartment in the Bronx. He was tired after the long haul across the Atlantic and wanted to get some rest before he started on his case again.
He paid the cab driver when he got to the building and made his way up the stairs to his second floor apartment. He unlocked the door, checking as he usually did to ensure his locks hadn't been tampered with, then walked into the apartment.
He turned on the lights and dropped his bags on the floor; he picked up the remote control device and clicked on the television tuning the channel to CNN then headed for the kitchen to grab a can of soda.
The announcement on the news sent him running back to the sitting room with the soda he had gone for. The news of the grue
