"These murders are making my job impossible, muttered Kingston.

No one wants to be traded to a team where everyone is being murdered".

"It's only outfielders who are being murdered, Silvers pointed out. It should be easy to get me a pitcher."

"What's to say our pitchers won't become the next target when the murderer runs out of outfielders"? demanded Kingston huffily.

"Whose to say that I won't be the next target"? countered Silvers.

"No such luck," thought Ivory as she knocked on the manager's door.

"Come in"! snapped an annoyed Silvers.

"Sorry to bother you, Skipper," said Ivory as she entered the manager's office.

"No, replied Silvers with a weary sigh. I'm sorry for snapping at you.

This latest murder has me slightly on edge."

"Understandable, replied Ivory almost sympathetically. Do you have any idea who could have wanted Romney dead"?

"No more than the other two," sighed a frustrated Silvers.

"I know I'm starting to sound like a broken record, said Ivory.

But right now I'm grasping at anything which will help me catch the person or persons responsible for these murders."

"I know, said Silvers. I'm just sorry I can't be of more help to you".

"At least we're on the same page, agreed Ivory who was beginning to like Silvers. I'll keep you up to date on my investigation as much as possible."