A Case of Terror
Raccen sat on the white furred couch, looking at the unfamiliar surroundings. Mondrians and sunken living rooms were not the things he remembers in his area of Hell's Kitchen. He tapped his Steno pad while reviewing the notes he had taken about Richard Cougar. He got up from the too soft couch and walked around the art deco table to the black leather recliner. The fireplace, being brick, seemed out of place to Raccen, but he had never lived anywhere that had a fireplace.
The shower appeared to have been shut off. Raccen straightened his brown striped tie and took the comb from his coat pocket. While adjusting his hair, Raccen saw in the mirror the bronzed giant he was to interview.
Turning around slowly, so he could hide the comb, Racecn extended his left hand. "Raccen Blair, Daily Metro." Noticing his error, Raccen quickly changed hands. "My editor talked to you briefly about my assignment." Reaching into his coat pocket, Raccen said, "My card."
