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1:17 p.m.

Mary Linzey, Ed Wachoviak and Steve Shay were camped out in front of the Detroit Medical Center, as close to Scott Hall as they were able to get since the Detroit Police had cordoned off the area. Something was going on. Something big. Mary, who had spent the last half an hour trying to track down information on Derek Stillwater, working Ed’s cell phone just as hard as she could, said, “Something’s going on. You see that? Up there? I think I saw a sniper or something. And all the helicopters…”

Ed was already bringing the camera up on his shoulder. Steve Shay took a look at himself in their truck’s mirror, brushed back a lock of hair that didn’t want to stay in place, and said, “Got me in?”

“Over your right shoulder,” Ed said.

Steve Shay, microphone to his mouth, said, “This is the Channel 7 Action News Reporter Steve Shay, reporting from the Detroit Medical Center. Above us are a number of Federal Bureau of Investigation helicopters. Behind me, you can see, the Detroit Police Department has cordoned off an area in the vicinity of Scott Hall. The Bureau Media Relations won’t comment, but there is clearly an on-going—”

Mary Linzey gasped. Steve Shay broke off, spinning, then picked up where he had left off. “As you can see, a number of Detroit Police and FBI agents have converged on… are you getting this Ed? Oh my God—”

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