Channel eight just couldn't get enough of the blood-spattered walls of Queequeg's, while channel twelve favored the police composite sketch of Ted which had been made from the recollections of customers. Fortunately Ted had largely let his wand do the talking in his time at Queequeg's, and so most of the customers couldn't really summon up anything too specific. They had gotten the pale skin, the goatee and the long, dirty-blond hair, but there were probably ten thousand guys in Boston who fit that description, and those identifying features could be easily disposed of. Of course, the police probably already had all his personal information off the hard drive in the computer in the Queequeg's back room, which meant that they'd probably already searched Ted's apartment, and they'd be pulling the logs of his cell phone (which, GPS chip and all, now resided at the bottom of Boston Harbor as Laura had instructed), and pretty soon her phone would ring, and at that point she'd have to either summon up her prodigious lying skills or else just give him up and be shed of him forever.
