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Dex ducked under the caution tape and stepped on to the scene.

Ugh. Bodies, twisted metal, cops, and... Helllllo. That's the smoking hot brunette that works for the Tribune. I oughta work homicides more often.

Morrison excitedly stepped towards the reporter, making sure to avoid McCoy on the way.
"Why, hello there, madam," Dex started. "Don't mind the smell. The cops won't be spending all their time here... And I suppose they'll move the wreckage as well." Dexter extended his hand to Addy. "The name is Dex Morrison. You may have heard of me: I piloted the first transatlantic flight and invented the wheel. I also do detective work for the station, but that is only my fifth most interesting trait. And you must be that beautiful reporter that I've heard about. Miss Helder, is it?"