J Jonah Neitzsche ran his finger's through his depreciating hairline. In his right hand, and always in his right hand, was his favorite coffee mug. It was insulated, and would help keep any normal person's coffee warm. JJ was not normal however. His mind wondered, often, and he usually had to heat his cup up in a microwave several times at day because he kept forgetting to drink it.
Now he was paralyzed with shock. This sleepy town's news was usually directed at thing's like who's pet died this week or how many egg's someone's overfed chicken could spit out. Occasionally a desperate dip into paying for something from the gossip queen's fragmented mind, if only for a diversion and to cause a stir. Now he'd actually have to work and was actually a little pissed. His old fixed-type press was insufficient for the new demand for the Plazma Times and he stayed up all night waiting for an emergency delivery of a newer(but still godawful old) press. He used the time to actually drink two coffee's and actually think.
After about 10 minutes he just decided to blame all the newcomer's to the city. Not using names and through careful innuendo implicated several people, without any real threat of being sued for defamation.
Certainly the Casino Owner AND his body guard are involved. The Guard, no doubt the trigger puller. The Weapon no doubt in the gun owner's shop, clean, with new serial number's and perhaps even modified ballistics. Though a celebrity in this town was ODD, even if they were involved, JJ decided they were good news and left them out of today's paper. He directed Dick and Jane to only write about the casino owner, his body guard, the gun owner and as a breaking news story to implicate the town's own travel agent whom is currently, obviously , trying to get the bodyguard away from questioning or suspicion. JJ never liked the stinky travel agent anyway. Hopefully the town would look over one of these people with great scrutiny.