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Scene Six
Tuesday, December 22, 1998 (the same day) / Syracuse, New York / Late Morning

"There be three things which are too wonderful for me, yea, four which I know not: The way of an eagle in the air; the way of a serpent upon a rock; the way of a ship in the midst of the sea; and the way of a man with a maid."
~ Proverbs 30:18-19 ~

Diane, 22, the secretary and stepsister of Jose Fernandez, sealed her boss's manilla envelope in a FedEx box, and sent the bulky parcel on it's way to Niagara Falls. Just as the package left, a handsome man dressed in a suit appeared in the office doorway. He double-checked the name printed on the door and stepped inside. Diane looked up from her computer.

"Can I help you?" she asked.

"Yes, my name is Detective Foster. I'm with homicide," he said, flashing his badge. "I'd like to speak to Jose Fernandez."

"Why?" asked Diane.

"I want to ask him some questions," replied Detective Foster.

"Well, you can't," Diane stoutly declared.

"Why not?" asked Detective Foster.

"Jose is not in," replied Diane, "he is on vacation."

"Where is he staying?" inquired Detective Foster, taking out his notepad.

"Why do you want to know?" asked Diane, eyeing him suspiciously.

"This just isn't my day," Detective Foster groaned under his breath.

"What did you say?" asked Diane.

"I want to ask him some questions," repeated Detective Foster.

"You said that already," reminded Diane.

"Well, it's still true!" exclaimed Detective Foster. "Where is Jose Fernandez, Mrs..." Detective Foster bent over to read the name plaque sitting on her desk, "Mrs. Fernandez," he finished.

"That's 'Miss' Fernandez," corrected Diane, finishing with a charming smile.

"Where is Jose Fernandez, 'Miss' Fernandez?" repeated Detective Foster, patiently.

"May I see your ID?" asked Diane.

"I showed you my badge when I came in here," said Detective Foster, pointing to the door. "Why do you need to see it, again?"

"If you want to know where my brother, I mean, my boss is, then I will need to see your badge," insisted Diane. Detective Foster sighed.

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