Grey Lady Page #4

Why don't they?

Why would they kill someone

you barely knew,

like the duchess?

Let's find out.

Doyle:
Detective Johnson said

you'd be good to talk to.

I'm trying to find a woman

named Lola Doyle.

I'm not finding anybody

by that name in our records.

I'm sorry.

The rose & crown.

Where does that name come from?

I don't know.

It's some old English thing.

It's...

Excuse me.

This wouldn't have happened

if you called me earlier.

Is it true our guy

followed you over there?

You find anything out

about my aunt?

Listen to me,

you persistent prick,

we never had this conversation.

She left Boston in the mid-'80s,

never remarried,

ran a truck stop motel

in Trappe, Pennsylvania.

We lose her trail two years ago.

What about my cousin Beth?

Well, we got her in foster homes

in the '80s.

Psychological counseling,

JUVIE court docs.

Nothing on her after age 14

when she was committed

to the Massachusetts psychiatric

treatment center.

Hold on.

Excuse me.

- Yeah.

- Do you know this man?

Yeah. Tony Ramos.

He used to cook for us.

You know where he lives?

Over on Alan's way.

Thank you.

Got to go.

Whoa, Doyle, wait.

Doyle, what aren't you

telling me here?

Can I help you?

Is Tony here?

I'm Tony.

I'm looking for a woman

I thought you might know

from the rose & crown.

Her name's Lola.

I saw you with Johnson.

You a cop?

Yeah.

Let's check inside.

Well, look at it!

- Put it in, baby.

- Hey, hey, listen up.

Listen up.

This gentleman's a cop.

He's looking for someone

named, uh, Lola.

Doyle.

Lola Doyle.

Somebody named Lola.

Going once, going twice...

- No.

Three times.

This lady I don't know.

That's me in the middle.

Yeah, I knew Lola.

She's dead.

You sure?

I'm sure as sh*t.

I went to her funeral.

- When?

I don't know, last Christmas.

She hated Christmas.

It's kind of ironic 'cause

she loved the north pole.

I'll say.

She was my aunt.

She had a daughter.

Her daughter ever show up here?

Not that I know of.

She leave anything behind,

any belongings,

anything I can take a look at?

I didn't know her that well.

Hey, deal me out!

I gotta pee!

Your lady friend there.

What's her name?

Angela.

Tell Angela I'd like to visit

my aunt's grave.

Ask her to call me and let me

know where it is.

Okay.

Deal me in.

- Johnson.

- Hey, man.

Do me a favor and check the town

death records for a Lola Doyle.

And anything you got on...

Angela Franco.

I'm sorry!

Lola, look at me.

Look at me, Lola.

All right, now get inside.

Billy Macleod.

It's a boarding house.

- Come on.

- Stop!

Stop it. No.

Nobody will see them.

Yeah, I've heard that before.

Not from me.

Mm-hmm.

Excuse me.

I'd like to buy that painting.

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