What happens when we get this thing up to 88? Does it blast off into the future, where people are all too stupid to read books anymore because previous generations read crap like James Patterson? Sorry - that was uncalled for and a total comedic stretch. Please continue.
Lindsay, Conklin, Special Agent Benbow, and at least three other cop-types crowd up on Daniel Kennedy, potential witness to the latest murders by Lipstick Gordon.
We were standing so close we were pretty much sucking up his air, but he seemed glad for the attention. Kennedy said that he was a crime buff and had read everything on the Lipstick Killer. He told us that he was the owner of U-Tel, a telephone shop at Pier 39, and then he got into his story.
"A white guy in his early thirties came into my store," Kennedy said, "and right away, I thought he was wrong."Good enough for me, let's go lock 'em up! Oh, sorry, you want to hear Kennedy's reasoning?
"He goes over to the rack of prepaid phones, picks one with a camera and a two-gig chip. Cheap prepaids fly off the shelves, but expensive phones? Who throws away an expensive phone? Anyway, this guy knows what he wants."
|Blue hat! Blue hat! Call 9-1-1!|
So Kennedy follows this suspicious character for long enough to see him talking to a "pretty African American woman," before he is called back to the store. Luckily, he recorded the whole transaction with Mr. Suspicious on "high-quality digital media" so he can give that to the cops.
"Was he wearing gloves?"
"No," said Kennedy. "No, he wasn't."
"How'd he pay for the phone?" Conklin asked.
"Cash," Kennedy said. "I gave him change."
"Let's open your register," I said.So the print lab is going to lift reliable fingerprints off a bill of currency? I suppose that's proof enough, provided this suspicious character was the only person to ever touch that money. That's possible, right? Besides, whoever's prints are on that bill has GOT to be the killer. I mean, I have a hunch - does that count?
Ah, the hell with it. See you tomorrow.
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