V2: Dead Angel Page #2

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Did Mirjami have friends? - Lila.

Haapala, I think she's called.

How can I find her? - She hangs

in Annis, just like Mirjami used to.

Annis? - Yes, the artist

hang-out on Annankatu.

They write about them in the papers.

Theatre, bands, cultural sh*t.

Arty-farty bullshit like this band,

Dainty Shell or whatever.

Dante Hell...

Saastamoinen has decided

to nail me for this.

She looked better in the flesh.

Though I knew her ass better

than her face.

This is the best channel...

Say no more.

Good morning.

- More like good afternoon.

Is this how you run your

investigations? In your sleep?

Sh*t, you should've woken me.

- You were snoring so sweetly.

This is Pusenius.

Taisto Pusenius, sales manager.

- Jussi Vares.

I have things to do in town.

Find Jussi a nice set of wheels.

OK. Keep in touch.

What sort did you have in mind?

Good and cheap.

- That's two cars, then.

How about this one?

What the hell? Are you joking?

25 000 euros?

Must be Jakke's little joke.

No one's even sat in it.

This one, then?

- No, it's too expensive.

I don't think so.

- This is a bit common.

This one...

- Is too small.

A girly car.

You recommend this?

- This is a serious car.

1.6 hunchback. I'd buy this for

my old man, except he's dead.

Or even for myself, if I didn't

happen to have such a cool car.

Mileage 110 000.

That's not much.

- No, that's nothing.

How much is that,

7 000 per year? - Exactly.

This is a real bargain.

Previous owner is retired.

A lady teacher. Original... owner.

No service record but you can

see it's been taken care of.

Yeah. I can see that.

- All the extras.

A radio, a cassette player

plus both speakers.

Do they work?

- Turn the key and check it out.

Oh my lady, lady of luck

Do you wanna f***?

Oh my lady, lady of luck

You can suck on my cock...

She was a music teacher.

Shall we say an even hundred

a month? - That sounds fair.

In two years it'll be all yours.

Happy mileage!

One more thing.

Does the name Mirjami Sinervo

mean anything to you?

The dead b*tch? According

to Jakke, a real piece of ass.

But that's all I know.

Occupational hazards.

If the punters flip out.

Wouldn't be the first tart

who's wound up that way.

Probably not.

Is there a lot of this type

of activity round here?

Sure.

Not that I've tried it.

A guy like me gets it for free.

It's me. He's hired a private dick.

He's already snooping around.

What? I've looked every place.

What? I've looked every place.

Let's say a week to start with.

Cash payment, in advance.

210 euros.

Do you have air-conditioning?

- This ain't the Ritz.

There's a window. Up those stairs.

Sh*t. I don't know.

Would you have a city map?

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