Murder, He Wrote
Summary: Miguel Diaz's POV regarding the events surrounding
Scanlon's murder. "Fatal Edition" inspired this very short story BG.
Disclaimer: Early Edition characters belong to their creators. No
copyright infringement intended. No profit is being made.
Author: Tracy Diane Miller
E-mail address: tdmiller82@hotmail.com
Murder, He Wrote
Chapter One
Not too many people at the Sun-Times mourned Scanlon's death. In
fact, I don't think that there was anyone who said that they were
going to miss him. I mean, the man was poison. It wasn't like he
had any friends at work. I know that none of the women here liked
him. Thought that he was about the biggest sexist pig that you'd
ever find. And he treated everyone like they were beneath him, like
we were worthless and he was great or something. Guy wins a Pulitzer
and acts like he owns the place. Even Cath couldn't stand him and
she usually got along well with everyone. Hey, I may be just a
photojournalist, but I could always read people. You kinda pick up
that skill growing up on the streets of New York. I could've bet
money that sooner or later that someone would kill Scanlon. I just
never figure that it'd be Hobson.
You wanna know about Hobson? The guy is nuts, but he always seemed
harmless enough. First time I saw Hobson was when I was stuck in
traffic. The boss was breathing down my neck about getting pictures
and I found out that there's this idiot holding up traffic because he
wanted to play crossing guard to a school of ducks. Hobson was the
idiot. Okay, so it's not Nam or the Berlin Wall, but you have to make
due when you have a slow news day. Boss wanted pictures so I gave
him pictures. Got some nice shots of Hobson, too. I called
him "Duckman". "Duckman to the rescue".it was a catchy title if I do
say so myself. But it was something about Hobson; that guy's face
just set off bells in my head. Ding dong ding dong. Just kept
hearing those bells. They wouldn't leave me alone so I did a search
on Hobson. I found out that every time something strange happened
in Chicago, Hobson was right in the middle of it. I could smell a
story there.
I didn't expect Hobson to call me, though. He was all upset because
he didn't want me to publish those pictures. First he gave me some
story about not wanting his wife to see them. I believe that it was
something about her thinking he was out of town and finding out that
he was in Chicago. But then he admitted that the problem was his
mother. He told me that he didn't want her to see the pictures. Guy
sounded terrified. He said that his mother would know that he lied
to her if she saw those pictures and that he would be in a lot of
trouble with her. I tell you, Hobson's got some serious "Mommy
issues". I don't even think that I want to go there.
Anyway, you won't believe what happened the next time I crossed paths
with Hobson.
Summary: Miguel Diaz's POV regarding the events surrounding
Scanlon's murder. "Fatal Edition" inspired this very short story BG.
Disclaimer: Early Edition characters belong to their creators. No
copyright infringement intended. No profit is being made.
Author: Tracy Diane Miller
E-mail address: tdmiller82@hotmail.com
Murder, He Wrote
Chapter One
Not too many people at the Sun-Times mourned Scanlon's death. In
fact, I don't think that there was anyone who said that they were
going to miss him. I mean, the man was poison. It wasn't like he
had any friends at work. I know that none of the women here liked
him. Thought that he was about the biggest sexist pig that you'd
ever find. And he treated everyone like they were beneath him, like
we were worthless and he was great or something. Guy wins a Pulitzer
and acts like he owns the place. Even Cath couldn't stand him and
she usually got along well with everyone. Hey, I may be just a
photojournalist, but I could always read people. You kinda pick up
that skill growing up on the streets of New York. I could've bet
money that sooner or later that someone would kill Scanlon. I just
never figure that it'd be Hobson.
You wanna know about Hobson? The guy is nuts, but he always seemed
harmless enough. First time I saw Hobson was when I was stuck in
traffic. The boss was breathing down my neck about getting pictures
and I found out that there's this idiot holding up traffic because he
wanted to play crossing guard to a school of ducks. Hobson was the
idiot. Okay, so it's not Nam or the Berlin Wall, but you have to make
due when you have a slow news day. Boss wanted pictures so I gave
him pictures. Got some nice shots of Hobson, too. I called
him "Duckman". "Duckman to the rescue".it was a catchy title if I do
say so myself. But it was something about Hobson; that guy's face
just set off bells in my head. Ding dong ding dong. Just kept
hearing those bells. They wouldn't leave me alone so I did a search
on Hobson. I found out that every time something strange happened
in Chicago, Hobson was right in the middle of it. I could smell a
story there.
I didn't expect Hobson to call me, though. He was all upset because
he didn't want me to publish those pictures. First he gave me some
story about not wanting his wife to see them. I believe that it was
something about her thinking he was out of town and finding out that
he was in Chicago. But then he admitted that the problem was his
mother. He told me that he didn't want her to see the pictures. Guy
sounded terrified. He said that his mother would know that he lied
to her if she saw those pictures and that he would be in a lot of
trouble with her. I tell you, Hobson's got some serious "Mommy
issues". I don't even think that I want to go there.
Anyway, you won't believe what happened the next time I crossed paths
with Hobson.
