Quelli Della Pallottola — Spuntata 1x5

“A mime, Ed?” I asked, dodging a grandmother on a tricycle. “Was it a silent killing?” “We don’t know, Frank. He isn’t talking.”

“You’re under arrest!” I yelled, pinning him down. “You have the right to remain silent, though I doubt you’ll be as good at it as Pierre was!” Quelli della pallottola spuntata 1x5

“Frank, get down to the docks,” Captain Ed Hocken’s voice crackled over the radio. “There’s been a murder. A high-profile case. The victim was a mime.” “A mime, Ed

“Give me a jumbo dog,” I said, leaning in. “And go heavy on the sauerkraut. I’m a man who likes his cabbage loud.” “You have the right to remain silent, though

I thanked Ted and headed to the Hacienda. I went undercover as a man looking for a hot dog. It was a stretch, but I thought I could pull it off. I sat at the counter and waited. The guy behind the grill looked like he’d been hit in the face with a shovel and liked it. “What’ll it be?” he growled.

“Thanks, Ed,” I said, looking off into the distance. “It just goes to show you: in this town, if you can’t speak up, you’re better off not saying anything at all.”

Ed was standing over the body. The victim was trapped in an invisible box, or at least he had been until he was shot three times in the chest. “What do we have, Ed?”