The Editor Page #6

But you've got to talk to the

staff doc about that, not me.

Casini's waiting for you.

Casini?

Yeah, anytime you

kill somebody

you gotta talk to the staff doc.

Well, I'd be happy to talk

to him about the

charred remains of

Josephine Jardin.

You know, Chief,

I met her once...

and although I found

her a cruel woman,

I never would have

thought she

would be capable of murder.

I would have figured a

few good slaps from

her husband would

have sorted her out.

Okay.

Didn't realize you knew her.

She wasn't married though.

Of course she was,

to the editor.

Jesus Christ, this is the

kind of mumbo jumbo

you should be babbling to

the staff doc, not me.

You know, Chief,

you may be my superior

but I'd expect a little

more respect for your

top inspector on the heels

of cracking his big...

I respect the hell out of

Inspector Giancarlo.

I made him a bronze

shield this morning

while you were in bed

sleeping off that

pathetic hand wound of yours.

Inspector Giancarlo?

What the hell are you

talking about?

My ears are burning.

Officer Porfiry.

Is everything okay, Chief?

You're dead.

You're dead.

You're dead!

Calm down. We have a lot

of things to discuss.

You work in an asylum and,

and you're dead and

that burnt up

woman is the wife of Rey Ciso!

Peter, relax.

Nobody is going to hurt you.

Rey Ciso is the editor!

The editor, I tell you!

And I'm the inspector, not you.

Not Giancarlo!

I'm the inspector.

This is my case.

I'm the inspector.

I'm the inspector!

Weird.

Really weird.

Where's the editor?

Is he here?

- Who?

- The editor, damn it!

I do not know of

whom you speak.

Besides I know well enough to

avoid any editors or their ilk.

He was here.

He fixed the bell tower.

You said it!

That bell hasn't rung in

over a hundred years.

The bell tower.

Non-

Non-

NOOOOOO!

Honey, I'm in our home.

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