[hr][center][color=slategray][b][h1]Harry Kingsfield[/h1]
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Location:[/b][/color] Red Lake Police Department[/center][hr][hr]
Among the crowd of people in front of the police station was Harry Kingsfield, Private Investigator. He was wearing a gray suit with a white undershirt. The centerline of the jacket was ever so slightly shifted rightwards of where it should be, and if one looked around enough, they could spot the faintest hint of a discoloration just below the collar of the shirt: a lingering farewell from the cup of coffee he had for breakfast. He'd like to go back and have a proper meal later, but that would be unlikely given the circumstances. Today's tie was a blue plaid pattern running diagonally down his chest.

Unlike most in the crowd, Harry was writing every single word being spoken by the Sheriff and the FBI agent into his portable notebook he carried everywhere. Not only did he need it for posterity's sake, if this murder happened to be related to the kidnapping incident, it would be undue to not have all the evidence he'd seen easily accessible. But for the time being, this didn't appear to be related to his main case, so he would treat it as such: peripheral data.

As the media began asking their banal questions, Harry doggedly, but subtly pushed his way to the front of the crowd. Not front and dead center, but to a place where at least the two speakers would be able to see him clearly. From there. he tried to get Bradley's attention, but not in a ay that made it look like he had a lead or was part of the media asking questions. Would it have been better to wait for the press conference to end? Almost certainly, but he didn't have the time or patience to stand around listening to the same questions be asked and answered for the next hour.