When Other People Are Grieving,

A Journalist Finds Out Things By Asking Questions Of People Who Know.

She Saw Him Drenched With Gasoline. She Could Actually Feel The Box Of Matches In Her Hand.

-who Knows About This? -just Me, The Police, The Killer, And Now You.

It Doesn't Matter How Good The Enemy's Weapons Are. If He Can't See You, He Can't Hit You. Cover, Cover, Cover. Make Sure You're Never Exposed.

Those Pointless Equations, To Which No Solution Exists, Are Called Absurdities.