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FORD
Broussard paced his office, spitting the occasional curse in his wake. Ford could hardly blame the man.
Mid-morning on Friday, and the media circus was camping outside the doors downstairs. The TV in the corner had been muted, but rumours of a serial killer who kept children as pets scrolled across the chyron at regular intervals. The talking heads were in full flow. With no press release available yet, the reporters were quoting anonymous sources and basically making stuff up, most of it inaccurate. Footage of the alpaca being collected by staff from an animal shelter was playing on a loop, and earlier, a reporter had been wondering on air whether or not alpacas were vegetarian.
Yes, there’d even been a mention of cannibalism, and having seen the neatly packaged lumps of Janiy
