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"Karen from Newsweek."

                   A blonde, elderly, slightly plump woman in a red turtleneck and a
                   short, tartan skirt gets up and stands in front of them, with a large notepad under

                   his arm.

                     "Yes, shoot," the chief, says. He immediately recognizes her; she is one of the old
                   guard of journalists from the local newspaper called The Herald. Karen and he

                   are almost as old and he knows that she is usually positive towards the police.

                     "Wait," he says, taking one of the two glasses Mrs. Richardson has placed on the
                   table in front of him along with a pitcher of tap water. He picks up and takes a

                   few big sips; with his gradually more and more curled up handkerchief, which he
                   quickly uses to dry his forehead. He neatly folds his handkerchief and puts it

                   back his pocket again.

                     "Yes, Karen. Shoot."
                     "How much significance do you attribute to the rumours that some of the local

                   community might be behind it?"

                     "Listen, we're not putting our blind trust in any rumours at all, we're only
                   dealing with facts."

                   Karen nods and takes notes in her notepad, while the chief of the police intensely
                   stares at her, waiting for the next question.

                     "Have you and the mayor talked about increasing the level of patrol on the pier

                   in the future?"
                     “The mayor and I agree, that together we will increase security at the pier, but

                   we will also look into the need of police presence in other places in the city as

                   well. It’s too early for us to say anything specific. "
                     "Okay, thank you." Karen doesn't seem to be very happy with his response.

                     "Next."

                   The mayor quickly gets up, pats him on the shoulder and sticks his head all the
                   way into his ear and whispers.

                     "I‘ve been told that there’s something new in the case, I think we should shorten

                   the press conference a bit down now."
                     "Yes, sorry for the interruption. Let's move on." The chief says to the crowd.

                   The chief of police then points to an elderly, grey-haired reporter sitting with his
                   hand in the air. There is something familiar about his face, but he can't
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