Wednesday, January 18, 2006

 

Homicide Investigation in Dreamland

Roll me over
In the covert.
Roll me over
Lay me down
And kill me again.

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"Did the vic wash down the apartment walls herself before she was killed?"

"And if she did, why? And why did she use a hose and her hands instead of....?"

"Why was the blue dye stain from her suit on the inside of her white turtleneck and on her skin and not on the outside of the turtleneck?"

"Maybe she started out not wearing the turtleneck or it was inside out?"

"No, her co-workers saw the stain on the inside, too, so if she’d turned it right side out, there was enough time for the outside to get stained, too."

"Why was the dye so unstable? It was all over her skin? Who could sell a suit like that?"

"What was with the big basket of newspapers at work?"

"Why did she take them out to the guy’s car half the load at a time? Why wouldn’t she let him help her? He parked close so she wouldn’t have to go so far."

"Hey, who let all those people in here?! Get them out of here!"

"You! Put down that dump truck! Everybody outta here!"

"Why’d that sand nigger try to steal the truck?"

"Dago."

"Nah, spic."

"Didn't ya see that greasy hook nose? Sand nigger."

"I don’t give a fuck what the guy is, I just want to know why he tried to steal the truck. Did the vic even have kids? I didn’t see anything else in here to indicate she did. Get him back in here."

"Don’t think he was stealing it. Think he brought it in with him."

"Huh? Then why’d he just put it down like that without protesting?"

"Uh, dunno?"

"Rob! Get the bomb squad over here! Evacuate the premises!"

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