30 KentThe pungent odor of fresh paint bit his nose as Kent glared at the flatscreen dominating the glossy cream-colored wall in front of him. He’d planned to tape a regional map to that spot and stick colored flags on every town where local law enforcement hoped to pin an unsolved crime on Virgil Osborne.
Would’ve been a beautiful sight, flags dotting four states. He’d found a slightly larger US flag to pin on the east side to signify that the feds were also interested in Virgil. As he described the investigation, he’d scrawl key points on an erasable whiteboard.
But someone in supply had upgraded his requisition to an interactive whiteboard and canceled the double-sided tape. Kent was supposed to send a map wirelessly from his laptop to the flatscreen and use downloadable graphics inst
