"Are we going to knock on all these doors?"

"Yes."

"Why? There must be a better system?"

"There isn't. It's not like the old days when everybody watched the same few channels."

"What about 

Twitter

?"

"Twitter? What about it?"

"Can't we tweet it there and get it trending?"

"Just how many followers do you think our police department's account has? If we were the 

NYPD

then sure go and tweet it and see it trend, but there's no way a 

podunk

town like ours would ever get an alert trending on Twitter."

The younger 

police

officer sighed. The senior noted that there would be no more of this discussion, had they decided to leave it there. But they chimed in once more.

"Also, do you really think that we can just tweet about every little thing? There is a concern for only releasing facts that are ready. Keyword here being facts."

The younger officer perked up again. "Well isn't it a fact that there's a man in the hospital, fighting for his life, with video evidence of him last being seen on 

Sunny Dr.

"

The senior officer turned to look over, the blue dashboard of the car shining on the face.

"Until the implications of that evidence are solidified by the video analysts, we don't have much leeway in what we can say about it. Right now it's just a video."

"But there was one other person on that video. Running! He looked scared--"

"Officer. What is your yearly 

salary

?"

"40 grand and some change."

"Right. So please leave the psychological analysis via low resolution video to the experts, okay?"

The senior officer started the engine of the car and it came to a roar. It was still the old fashioned, long, low and wide car model that the smaller towns still deployed. In the bigger cities the police had all upgraded to those slick

SUV

s.

The junior sighed and thought, damn... I guess we're stuck knocking on doors then.

The senior looked over at them with a grin... as though they could read their mind.