"The city waits with bated breath to hear the autopsy results in the so-called Eyes Only killing," the familiar STV voice droned. "Based on sources present at the investigation, it appears that Eyes Only may have been a man in his late 30's, who used a wheelchair. Immediate identification was impossible, given the condition of the body, and will have to await further forensic evidence."
Up in his tower office, Mr. Snow clicked the remote to switch off the television. He fingered his ring, set with the yellow stone, twisting it around his broad finger.
"What could possibly be taking this long? Once they identify Logan Cale as Eyes Only, the police will exert their considerable muscle in locating his place of residence and lead me right to his little bat cave. Then, once the place is locked down and yellow-taped, one of you clowns can put on your little policeman disguise and go in there to bring back my merchandise."
"What the hell happened in that boathouse anyway? You were supposed to just go back there and retrieve the flash drive,"
"I don't know boss," Miller replied. "Some guy tackled me, out of the blue. It might have been a couple of guys. Anyway, I…I never found the flash drive."
"You better hope that's true, because if those files turn up anywhere else, you are a dead man, Miller." Mr. Snow voice sounded as cold as his namesake. "I thought we'd have to start over when Vann got himself killed." The man fingered his ring with the yellow stone again.
"But this way will work too. At least I got this ring back from him. He didn't deserve a gift like this if he was going to go and get himself killed."
"I just wish they would hurry up and identify that body."