“Wait, what? Slow down, Jakon. What are you saying?” Shane asked, trying to make sense of what Jakon was trying to tell him over the phone. He paused as he listened to Jakon again. When he spoke again, the anger in his voice was thick, “You mean to tell me that whoever is running the paper was allowed to post a picture of a deceased minor online before the kid’s parents were informed of their child’s death? Does it say who is reporting on the story? I think I need to pay this person a visit. Has Casey talked to his parents yet?” Another pause, “Are you sure that it is Wes? Can you send me the picture that was posted? Okay, do that please. And Jakon, breathe son. I know he was your friend, but his parents and his little sister may need you over the next few days. Just breathe. Thank you for
