Murder On Capitol Hill (2015)
“He’d dismissed that evening’s guest moments before because he felt the show had bogged down, preferring instead to take calls from listeners during the final hour.
“To you after this spot,” his producer said through the intercom.
Hughes looked at the multi-line telephone instrument on the table in front of him. All the buttons were lit, which meant that there were still people waiting to be heard. A red light flashed above a large expanse of window that separated the control room from the studi...o.
“Quentin, what ever happened with that Jimmye McNab murder? I never heard any more about it. That was two years ago, even more, huh?” said a caller.
Hughes pointed a long, slender finger at the control room. The caller was immediately cut off and a promo for an upcoming program played.
Christa Jones, his longtime assistant, watched Hughes lean back in his orange padded chair, close his eyes and run his fingers though long, floppy hair. She was sorry the caller had brought up the Jimmye McNab murder.MoreLess
“To you after this spot,” his producer said through the intercom.
Hughes looked at the multi-line telephone instrument on the table in front of him. All the buttons were lit, which meant that there were still people waiting to be heard. A red light flashed above a large expanse of window that separated the control room from the studi...o.
“Quentin, what ever happened with that Jimmye McNab murder? I never heard any more about it. That was two years ago, even more, huh?” said a caller.
Hughes pointed a long, slender finger at the control room. The caller was immediately cut off and a promo for an upcoming program played.
Christa Jones, his longtime assistant, watched Hughes lean back in his orange padded chair, close his eyes and run his fingers though long, floppy hair. She was sorry the caller had brought up the Jimmye McNab murder.MoreLess
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