Jack McKay knew something was wrong as soon as he opened his mouth to order lunch. It had been a long morning of anchoring the news. There were thirty-seven minutes on air narrating a slow moving police chase, officers were pursuing a man driving a stolen John Deere riding mower through a suburban neighborhood, and there were twenty-one minutes of continuous coverage of a storm that was still two days away. As he knew all too well by now, the storm was expected to bring either drizzle, or rock-sized hail to the area.
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