Murder Eleven Page #8

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GIVE US ANOTHER WEEK.

I REALLY DON' WANT TO HEAR IT, DAVE.

I GAVE YOU A LOT OF ROPE

ON THIS CASE,

AND YOU HUNG YOURSELF.

SO, IF YOU'RE CLEARED OF KILLING

THAT MAN LAST NIGHT,

I'LL PUT YOU BACK

IN THE ROTATION:

OR ACCEP YOUR TRANSFER REQUEST.

EITHER WAY,

I DON'T GIVE A SH*T.

I GOT TO GO:

CALL THE CHIEF.

F***ING A**HOLE, MAN.

HOLD ON. HOLD ON.

HOLD ON.

HERE, TAKE THIS.

TAKE THIS.

[ SIGHS ]

"R.C.B.

AND S.G.B.

11/11/96."

THAT BELONG TO HER?

MAYBE.

COULD BELONG TO OUR KILLER.

YOU GONNA TELL THAT PRICK?

F*** HIM.

WHAT DO YOU SAY, DETECTIVE?

I SAY WE GO GE THIS SON OF A B*TCH.

[ TELEPHONE RINGS ]

[ TELEPHONE BEEPS ]

HELLO?

HEY, SWEETHEART.

OH, THAT'S OKAY.

NO PROBLEM.

NO, YOU JUST STAY SAFE,

AND I'LL MAKE RESERVATIONS

FOR DINNER TONIGH AND MEET YOU THERE.

CAN'T WAIT TO TELL YOU

ABOUT MY NEXT IDEA.

HOW DO YOU FEEL ABOUT MEXICO?

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