“Do I bore you?” The man asked, wiping his nose with the back of his hand and snuffling. Olivia Bell’s chocolate frizzy head was resting on her desk, without any of the the tell-tale signs of life. Her hands masked her pretty features.

“Always.” She said, her voice not carrying it‘s deadpan tone much farther than a few feet. “You always bore me, Cal.” She said, straightening up. Her eyes, scissored into non-plussed razors. “You’ve bored me for a grand portion of the ten years I’ve known you.”

“I could always take my talents elsewhere.”

She cocked her head to the right in agitated disbelief. “Where they appreciate you?” She asked, mockingly. She pointed her sharp index fingernail at the door. “Just you get the hell out of here and when you have something to report, then come back.”

The man rose and ambled his poorly-dressed self out the office door. As if it were waiting, Olivia’s office phone rang as soon as the office door slammed. She tightened her jaw and bit her lip. A vein was starting bulge in her temple. She snatched the phone up.

“YES?” She strained. A silence blistered through the phone line, even Olivia felt it. Her mood changed and a shiver ran up her spine.

“There has been a murder.” An audio-altered voice replied. Such a simple statement and the ridiculous booming voice said it so bluntly, that at first, Olivia didn’t know how to reply.

“Yes?” She said, tinting it with innocent curiosity. “And to whom am I speaking?”

“A friend.” It said simply and fast. “I won’t waste your time. You’ll be reading it on front pages soon…”

“I don’t-”

“It’s only a matter of time. I suggest you prepare yourself.”

The phone clicked forcefully and Olivia sat staring at the receiver. She set it down on the set and pressed the intercom.

“Give me Cal Kissinger and tell him to bring several copies of latest papers. Also see if you can find out who just called this office, check the local operator site.”