Elmo the spy

Elmo pulled his baseball cap down further over his forehead and talked into the microphone under the bill. “Still pursuing suspect,” he said watching Veronica slip into the ladies room again. How could it be that his lifelong fantasy was now the prime suspect for stealing his screen-clicker-thingy from his office at WIMP-TV in Hilton Head? “Well, no time for her now, Dr. Evil, I’ll just have to give you the forecast. Today will be 70 and breezy. Expect the high to be in the 70s Friday, with a 40 percent chance of showers and thunderstorms.” I have to quit this PI stuff, Elmo thought to himself.