Stiletto Page #2

Hey, tio.

You know my cousin

Alex, don't you?

Hi, Detective Beck.

Long time no see.

How is the LAPD

treating you?

Great.

Why does he got that

monkey handling this thing?

He knows he

won't hurt her.

Like I would.

What? Am I missing something

here? Virgil say something to you?

Look, isn't that sweet?

The pit bull.

Got himself a

little pit bull.

Hey, you wanna go

for a walk, poochy?

Oh, the Greek way, huh?

Listen to me.

The only reason you got this

job is because I went away.

You remember that.

Is that right?

Yeah, that's right.

Then it's good for me

you went away, huh?

You take it easy. You're going

to, you're going to hurt yourself.

Hey, Lee, you know it's Illegal to

keep your dog in the car llke that

with the windows rolled up.

She might get heat exhaustion.

F*** you!

F*** you, too, poochy.

Careful.

F*** you.

Listen to me, you

little cocksucker.

You owe me money,

you got it?

Pay me today or die.

You understand?

I made the driver's

license for her.

When?

Uh, about, uh, six months.

Maybe a year ago.

The guy paid for it.

What did he look like?

I don't know. I try to forget

the people who come in here.

Tough guy?

White hair?

Normal!

Hey, Mo.

Listen, man.

This motherf***er

put my uncle in jail.

I recognized him.

My, uh,

my employee

tells me, uh,

you send the Feds to his

cousin in the restaurant.

They sent him

to prison.

Who the girl

come in here with?

Frank Sinatra.

Okay. One, I'm a cop.

Two, I have a gun on me.

I got you and take for three

f***er years buying and selling.

Now, get out!

F***ing stupid, Mo.

F*** you! F*** you! F*** you!

Hey.

Hey, what's up?

Yeah?

Can you hook me up?

Can I hook you up?

Yeah? You wanna party?

Oh, yeah?

Can we go

somewhere private?

Sure.

I know a place

really private.

I'm so f***ed up.

Oh.

I can hear

your heart beat.

Yeah?

You have a tattoo.

Oh, yeah.

Oh, I love tattoos.

Yeah? You wanna

see more of them?

Can I make one?

Can I make it right

here?

Don't take this

the wrong way,

but you're pretty hot

for a crack whore.

Wait a minute.

I think...

I think I know you.

Maybe you remember

someone who looks like me.

You were right.

Suspect's a woman.

The surveillance video from the bath

house got a glimpse of her leaving.

Didn't get a clear shot

of her face though.

The bride of Dracula.

All right. Get these to Jay.

See if he can enhance them.

And then, uh, get

them on the wire.

I am so glad you're here, 'cause

I never would've thought of that.

What's this

guy's story?

Priors up the ass.

Possession with intent,

assault, armed robbery.

Guy runs with a bunch of

clowns called Nazis for Jesus.

That's nice.

This ain't about

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