|Yup, that's me...|
"Has anyone heard anything about that break-in last night?"
"Come on people, wake up. There was a break-in and a murder last night. Somebody must have heard something. If we don't write this story, the others will."
"You're always on the socials, you must have heard something."
"I heard it wasn't a murder."
"Oh?" I said.
"Yeah, it was a cover-up," she said.
"But they found a body," I led.
"It was an assassination!"
"Don't giggle," I told the three boys, "I know his ideas are out there - we all remember the 'aliens ate my dog' fiasco, but every now and again, the crazy ideas are the accurate ones."
Yeah, he carried on. My source told me that Special Ops were looking for some information. They've been watching the house for a while now. I guess they found something.
Interesting, I said. Get on to your source; see if you can get any more information.
"I've told you," I said, "call me chief. Mr M is my dad's name."
Chief, she said - in full character - gotta love 'em! - did they find anything in the house?
"Yes!" I said. "They found a sort of coat thing. It was red. Not sure if that was blood or..."
"Oh," came a sigh of realisation from the back-left of the room, "It's Red Riding Hood."
"What's that?" I almost leapt on her. "You know something?"
"I was just saying that it's like Red Riding Hood."
"Who?" I asked.
"You know," she began, still not quite getting it, "Red Riding Hood. She went to see her grandmother and met a wolf. It's that story, isn't it?"
"Hmmm..." I said, desperate not to let the world collapse. "It certainly sounds similar. But dammit, this is real life, not some silly fairy tale. People are dead!"
"It was terrorists."
"Tell me what you said."
"Damn it," thumping the table, "you have information and, by God, you're gonna share it. Now. what. Did. You. Say?"
"I said they were terrorists."
"Oh my god," I said. "That's huge."