The Hubbell Research Group had been a frantic hive of activity for several weeks. Five years was a long time to be idle, and the staff was straining to handle the volume of leads that Barney was producing. But even with so much work to be done, nobody commented when Jack came in on Friday morning with his usual stack of tabloids.
"Hey Barney."
"Hey Jack."
"The Dog Boy got engaged to the Turtle Girl," he said, flipping through The Snoop.
"I'm certain that will be a fascinating wedding registry. Anything in the headlines jump out at you?"
