CHAPTER FIFTY-NINE
I watch the television in a corner of the composing room. Specs office is packed with TV, film, radio and print reporters from as if far away as Los Angeles, San Diego, San Francisco, and Seattle. I recognize a stringer from both the Chicago Tribune and the New York Daily News. Specs needs makeup. He looks like a sick worm and in the background, Skull Wright has the look of someone caught in a vice raid. After the introduction by a staff announcer, David V. Sacks makes a dramatic pause before his cane slashes across the front page of the paper which has been mounted on an office wall. The blazing headlines screams.
“KILLER CAPTURED - CONFESSES TO REPORTER”
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