Murder, He Wrote

Summary: Miguel Diaz's POV regarding the events surrounding

Scanlon's murder. "Fatal Edition" inspired this very short story BG.

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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.