tcnthdoctvr –– john smith.
“I’ll be sure to keep an eye out for your byline, then,” John replied amiably, reaching out to shake her offered hand. This reporter seemed on top of things; her whole demeanor was really rather impressive. “Ah. Yes, if you’re talking about the attack on poor Gyro. I just happened to see it from afar– didn’t even know who it was, at the time. What would you like to know?”
madison gave him a firm handshake and flashed an award winning smile before letting her hand fall away, reaching for the audio recorder in her pocket and holding it up. “you don’t mind, do you?” she asked, pressing the button to turn on the recording. “yes. god, it’s an absolute tragedy, isn’t it? i was hoping you could tell me a little bit more about what was going on that night. i’m sure you’ve told the police, but this is an all hands on deck situation.”













