Someone murdered Phillip Spaulding on Friday.
I was making breakfast this morning and I turned on the TV in the living room just in time to see it on the news. Phillip dead? Well, it could wait until after pancakes. Once I finished cooking, I watched it while eating in the living room and saw what had happened.
Well, all they've released is that he was shot and was killed at Company and the police have no leads. One of my kids was walking by and stopped and starred at the TV. "Isn't that the guy you work for?!"
I shook my head. "Nope, that's his son."
"Oh. Never mind then," and went straight to the pancakes.
I don't know who shot him, but my money's on...aw hell, everyone in town has a good reason to shoot him.
Come to think of it, what was I doing Friday?
Oh yeah, Marty's Martini Bar. All Night. Never mind.
Quick Author's Note: Don't worry, I'll write more about RB's death soon.