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Around lunchtime, Agent Sanderson went to the main police headquarters across the river in downtown Providence. He meet with Police Superintendent William F. Oâ€™Neill. The man wore a police uniform and was an older man, being in his 50s with white hair. He stood and greeted Agent Sanderson.
â€œWhat can I do for you, Agent Sanderson?â€ he asked, shaking the manâ€™s hand.
â€œOâ€™Neill, Iâ€™m going to need you to help me out with a file that Iâ€™m looking for,â€ Agent Sanderson said.
â€œOkay. What do you need? What has it got to do with?â€
â€œWell, itâ€™s a missing personâ€™s caseâ”€â€
â€œGot a lot of those.â€
â€œâ”€and the one Iâ€™m looking for is what youâ€™ve got.â€
â€œCould you be â€¦ thereâ€™s a lot of missing people, Sanderson. Have you been drinking already today?â€
â€œSir, thatâ€™s not what weâ€™re here to talk about! Welp, you know weâ€™ve got that carnival business going on. Supposedly the missing kids that come around. Got something to do with that. Iâ€™ve been told to look into it.â€
â€œYeah. Iâ€™ve been keeping up with th