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"Like I said, we don't have anyone who’s under direct suspicion, and if we did, I

couldn’t tell you that."
"Thank you." Jonathan accepts that he has received an answer to his question.

"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."