Some photos in a manila folder landed on Bill Henderson’s desk. He glanced up at the uniformed man, Kolson, standing in front of him.
They are going to be photos of Clark.
This man was fished out of Hob’s Bay this morning, Inspector,” Kolson said.
I was right.
“Another floater? These should be sent to Homicide,” Bill said, nudging the folder back to Kolson. It was nice to see that even with a huge asteroid bearing down on Earth, organized crime went on as usual. He returned to perusing the paperwork in front of him.
he is going to miss seeing Clark.
This information was enough to pique Henderson’s curiosity to open the folder. His jaw dropped. With his slicked back hair, no glasses, and his face slightly blurry as he turned away, it would have difficult to recognize his friend, but Bill knew that tie anywhere. In the other photos, he was wearing a pair of dark sunglasses.
He recognizes Clark. He is halfway found.
Lois:No, not even that. Not at all anyway found till I know about it.
