Graveyard Gertierepeat Of128

The anchor-hocking glass corporation brings you crime photographer. Mr. Marvin, all week up and seeing the kids going back to school. God, school day is zero. Education's a wonderful thing, all right? Sure is, Mr. Marvin. I didn't get past the fourth reader, but I learned something awful important since then.

What was that, Adlberts? You tell him, Mr. Marvin. Why, anchor hocking is the most famous name in class. Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. This is Tony Marvin. Every week at this time, the anchor hocking glass corporation of Lancaster, Ohio, and its more than 10,000 employees bring you another adventure of Casey crime photographer, Ace

cameraman who covers the crime news of the great city, written by Alonzo Dean Cole, our adventure for tonight. Good, good, good to the city. On one side, it's flanked by dilapidated, grimy houses, billboards, and vacant blocks strewn with broken.

On the other side is a familiar, better-looking car approaches, man, as it draws him. Figure out that new rattle, and he listens to it. Mm-hmm, I've been listening. But Casey, this world, you'll have to make so many strange noises.

It's hard to tell. This is something new, and it sounds like the battery supports. I'm gonna pull up here and see if I can locate it. Oh, we'll pick a fine place to pull up in front of those cemetery gates.

Oh, poo. Wave yards don't bother me. Well, I don't like them. Especially at this hour. Almost midnight, Casey. You see any spooks climbing out of the ground at the stroke of twelve, any given whistle?

Hmm. Ah, here's what, rattles. What? The license plate. The bolt already to pull out of it. Is that all? Yeah, say any open the glove compartment. We didn't give it a flyer. A flashlight. Yeah, okay.