Meanwhile, other uniformed police were showing up at his apartment and back at Rachel’s house. Unmarked cars were parking farther out from his apartment to see if he came by on foot. Since it was normal business hours for the station, most of the daytime staff was still there. The station manager, Philip Dunlap, left his office in a hurry to meet the officer at the front desk. The afternoon news producer had already put an item on his desk about a person of interest with the same name as their late-night host. Odd, he thought, he’d always imagined that when the police came for one of his hosts it would be Rookman. “Mr. Dunlap?” asked the officer. “What can I do for you?” he answered, although he already had a pretty good idea what this was about. “We’re trying to locate one of your employees. A Mitchell Franklin Roberts. Does he work here?” Not anymore, thought Dunlap. One host fighting a cocaine rap was enough.
