The most obvious place to start his search was at the Daily Bugle. The news heard everything first and a famous actor being killed would obviously be high in the headlines. So Peter was surprised when he got to Jameson’s office to find the reporter reading about a man named ‘Quentin Beck’.
“Hello Mr. Jameson, I…” started Peter. But the reporter looked up from his newspaper with an eye raised.
“Parker? Did I ask for you?” he asked rudely. Peter stared at him for a second.
“No…but I…” he tried again. The reporter pointed at the paper held in his fist.
“This Quentin Beck guy was the special effects guy for the Spider-Man film” cut across J.J again.

Oh boy, here we go again.

“He got fired for slandering the web head…good guy” said the editor with a trademark grin, “now he’s decided to prove to the world the fake Spider-Man is”
“Oh…really” said Peter with a yawn. The editor-in-chief glared at him.
“You don’t think it will work?” asked Jameson with a brow raised.
“Not really…no” answered Peter as he scratched his ear.
“He’s going to teach that man just how easy it is to be Spider-Man” said Jameson. Peter smiled.

I wish.

Jameson smiled back. “How about a little bet then?” Peter stared at him.
“What kinda bet?” he asked. He knew all about J. J’s bets. He was famed for them; he got little ‘hunches’ that always got proven right. The editor smiled.
“If your wall crawler wins this battle against Beck, you get a raise…god forbid” began the editor, “But, if Quentin beats the Spider at his own game… you have to spend your next month’s wages… on my birthday present!” Peter raised an eyebrow. Jameson had definitely lost it. Either that or this Beck guy was serious business. He was betting a raise against a birthday present… mind you, he did need the money for rent and food. Still, he’d faced worse than a special effects designer with a grudge.
“Ok! You’re on…sir” answered Peter, he held out his hand in front of him and after looking at it for a second, Jameson shook it.

Peter walked off to continue his search for Jo and J. Jonah Jameson sat back in his chair and unfolded the newspaper. “Young and inexperienced…” he muttered as Peter reached the door.
“Old and bald” answered Peter as he exited the room. J. J threw down the paper and stared out at Peter as he walked quickly across the printing office. His expression softened and he smiled at the talented employee.

Outside the window, a wide toothy grin spread across the dark face staring through the window. “Soon!”