by Jaz Johnson
Chapter 5
“Gary Jones, 52 year old local resident was found dead in his home late Monday evening. His home reduced to rubble. Investigators are still looking into the death and have yet to say what the cause was,” A woman on the news spoke into her microphone as she stood in front of what was left of Jones’ house. Nearly the entire area was striped with caution tape, and littered with crime markers that identified evidence that they found to be significant. “Friends and family are still grieving over the sudden loss,” the scene switched to police searching the area momentarily before switching to a woman – most likely a friend or acquaintance of Jones.
“I just want to know why he was taken from us so soon,” the woman sobbed. She raised a hand to wipe forming tears from her eyes as she looked away from the woman interviewing her. She shook her head, frowning. “I hope they find out what happened.”
The scene switched from the sobbing woman, to another man, who, from Saphora’s memory of Jones, looked very similar to him. He was a very gruff-looking man, with a beard that was a little more pronounced than Jones’. He was taller, but had the same ways about him as Jones. Hard-assed, straight forward, and quick to react.
“Well yeah, Jones had some enemies. But shit, his house? Someone really must have had a grudge against ‘em,” he said with a shake of his head as he lifted his cap momentarily.
The scene came back to the reporter, standing in front of the rubble, with police working behind her. There was a slight pause between the camera’s switching, and her speaking again.
“Grieving indeed. Police have found someone they believe to be a witness to the event, and are going further their investigation with them. We will keep you informed with any updates on the investigation. Yuki Uzumaki, channel 17. Eye-witness news. Back to you, Richard.”