I, Madman Page #3

Good old Red.

It was perfection.

Soft as cloud and brilliant as sun.

Her flaming crimson torch of feathers.

Ready and ripe for easy picking.

Oh, my God!

Can't somebody call the police?

Please....

Just a little something to help you sleep.

Now...

I would like you to count backwards

slowly from 100.

You like the color, Anna?

Miss? Are you getting on or what?

Jesus Christ, Mona!

I'm sorry.

I thought he was in the back with me.

He scared the sh*t out of me.

Where did he come from?

I found him. I figured

we could keep him here. He's mouse patrol.

-Oh, God.

-Boy, are you jumpy.

I thought you weren't coming to work

till 4:
00 today.

The book! First edition Hemingway.

Old lady Vettey came in yesterday

after you left.

She had a sh*t-fit when she saw

that stuff hadn't been unpacked yet.

-What stuff?

-That stuff upstairs.

The estate sale shipment.

Oh, yeah.

I'll clean this up.

Okay, I'll unpack the stuff.

"Malcolm Brand"?

"Malcolm Brand."

Who'd want to buy a used sex manual?

-Mona, where did you find this book?

-What are you talking about?

-Didn't you leave this outside my door?

-Isn't this the book you're looking for?

I didn't find it.

-Yeah, Channing's desk.

-Detective Channing, please.

-He's not in.

-Hi, this is Virginia Clayton.

I called before. I'm a friend of Richard's.

-Is he back yet?

-No.

But I gave him your message

about a half-hour ago.

I know. But it's very important

that he calls me back.

All I can do is give it to him again.

I'm sure he'll call you back.

-Yes, thank you.

-Okay.

Have him call me back as soon as possible.

Okay.

...completely bald. A chrome dome.

A cue ball.

But just look at these results!

With daily applications

of our advanced formula, hair growth....

Do you like the music?

Why are you doing this to me?

Lovely.

Please...

leave me alone.

You'll come around, Anna.

You will love me.

No, I don't love you. I'll never love you!

You can't mean that.

911. Is this an emergency?

Yes, there's a murder,

it's about to happen. I think.

-The address, please?

-On Wilshire and St. Paul.

The Piano Repair Restoration.

Can I have your name, please?

Stop it!

I closed the book.

Stop it!

Step back, please.

Navarro's upstairs.

Forensic's stuff will take a half an hour.

Come on, this way.

Step back, please.

Here you go.

Watch your heads, boys.

-Frank.

-Yeah?

-Any news about the witness?

-Not a word.

Check this out.

-Hey, Channing.

-Hi.

Hello, gentlemen.

Bag those up, please.

-We got anything?

-Well, not much.

Male, probably 6'2" or 6'3".

-Didn't leave any fingerprints.

-Look at this.

Son of a b*tch sliced his ears off.

Excuse me.

I believe that shade was down.

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