TwelveIt was more than a special Council meeting, and less than a press conference, that took place that night beneath the gold dome (1800 square feet of 23-karat gilded pretension) of the City Hall. It was an attempt by a nervous Mayor Light, and his bulbous city attorney, to save Duncan tourism from rumor, fear, and political fire. The evening started badly before the mayor reached the chambers. Caught in the hall by an impatient Mark Forester, along with Jamie Watts and her WKLD cameraman, Light stumbled. “I don't have any answers. I think it's horrible. But we have to give our police time to stop these murders. Murders are bad. And we don't want them. I don't want murders. Do you? No.”
Snappy and impressive it wasn't, and a good many citizens and city employees saw it as they filed in
