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When horrible things happened that were supposed to be newsworthy, Daveed's job was at its most stressfull. Not just because as Press release manager, he managed what made it front page, what was even worthy to appear in the Las Vegas Sun. But also because he had enough people asking to not put their names in the paper. People who had been present places they did not wish to be present, people who would rather not to be known at all. He didn't do it for money... not exactly. He didn't know what he did it for. But it was a nice puzzle regardless.
He had been reading segments for the morning's paper, the weekend issue, and the possible follow-ups all night, the sun long gone when he returned to the streets on his way home. He was nursing a headache already, yet he still carried a cup of steaming coffee. Caffeine long stopped working on him.
When he saw the stranger standing at the street light, seemingly lost to thoughts, never a good sign. He walked a bit closer and held up a hand to get the stranger's attention. "Are you lost?" he asked.
