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fight about?”
                  “It was about seeing other people. I told her we needed to see other people and she didn’t think so.” Owen lied.
                  “I see, and what time do you think it was when she left?”
                  “It was probably getting close to midnight. I am really not sure.”
                  “Midnight? That is awful late for a school night.”
                  “Yeah, it is.” Owen answered, he had been out of high school for a year already.
                  Thomas then said he had no further questions. At that time he had no reason to apprehend Owen. He apologized to Owen for giving him the awful news. Then he left to go back to the police station. There would be more than enough paperwork to fill out now.
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
                  W hen Rod parked his F-150 out front of The Medusa Gazette building, it was obvious that John had been waiting for him. He was standing right in front of the entrance door with a puzzled look on his face.
                  “Waiting on someone, John?”
                  “Indeed…” John’s voice trailed off.
                  Inside it was more or less the same as the last time Rod had been there. The office area was filled with cubical after cubical, but Rod was pretty sure that the Gazette only employed seven or so people. That would be including John as well.
                  In John’s office the two men sat to talk over a few doughnuts and some coffee.
                  “So what can you tell me about the Parker girl?” John asked.
                  “You didn’t want to waste any more time did you? Here this whole time I thought you just wanted to visit with me.” Rod said sarcastically.
                  “Seriously, what do you know Rod?”
                  “Alright, she was found at six o’clock this morning by a man jogging through the park. Of course he should be left out of your story for privacy reasons.” Rod said and then took a large bite out of a glazed doughnut.
                  “What was the cause of death Rod?”
                  “Not sure yet, of course we won’t have the autopsy report back for at least another month or two.”
                  “I know that Rod. I already spoke to Wilson.” John rudely replied.
                  Evan Wilson was the coroner, and had been for the last twenty years.
                  “So what did he have to say?”
                  “He said that it was a lot like something he had seen five years ago. What did you think?”
                  “No comment.” Rod said sternly.
                  John shook his head in disappointment and explained to Rod that he would not be printing anything at this time. He was only interested if Rod personally thought there could be a connection.
                  “Off the record, I do not think there could be any connection. We are investigating all our leads, and we are going to get to the bottom of it.” Rod said in defense.
                  “I really hope you are right Rod. If you are wrong and there is some sort of connection, there are going to be a lot of very disappointed people. I just don’t want all the blame being pointed at you bud.” John said as he tapped his fingers on his desk in a brisk fashion.
                  “All I have to say is that I am not surprised that you aren’t printing anything as of yet. I know you wouldn’t want to jump the gun or anything.” Rod said obviously referring to his article about the so-called Moonlight Murderer, five years ago.
                  After hearing what John had to say, Rod made an abrupt exit. He was not enjoying his conversation with John, and did not care if John