Murder of a Cat Page #3

Yeah, I'm armed.

Hey, Morgan, come on!

You kids know better than that.

Hello? Hello! Out of the way!

Hey, Clinton, will you...

Whoa, whoa! Stop the car! Police business!

Get out of the street!

I found the killer.

You're absolutely sure about this?

Yes, I'm sure.

She struck me with a lead pipe. Look.

Was there a mark there, or...

I don't see anything.

Just let me do the talking, okay?

Calm down.

Okay, don't let her get in your head.

- Finally you show up.

- Excuse me?

Wait, that's the guy!

Cuff her, Hoyle. She's got a weapon.

All right, what is going on here

with you two?

This perv broke into my house,

watched me change,

and then masturbated on my clothes.

What the... no! Whoa, whoa, whoa!

I was looking for evidence.

There was no masturbation.

Why do you keep s... you pervert!

- You broke in to her apartment?

- No, the door was unlocked.

That's not important. She's a murderer.

She killed Mouser.

What the hell are you talking about?

I didn't kill any mice.

The proof is on the walls!

Look. Look, right there!

She lured Mouser in with her cheap bribes

and her fancy cat food

and then pulled the trigger.

Or the bow. His picture's right there!

That's Horatio, my cat.

Ma'am, is your cat here right now?

Yeah! Yeah, smart. Where is Horatio?

Uh, no. Uh...

he's been missing for, like, a week,

but he disappears from time to time, so...

Oh, bullshit!

- Whoa, whoa!

- You...

I think I know what's going on here, okay?

You two owned the same cat.

He was moonlighting.

What... what do you mean, "owned"?

But that's impossible.

Past tense?

I'm sorry to have to tell you this, ma'am,

but, uh, Horatio/Mouser

was found dead yesterday.

Ma'am, I know this is

a difficult moment, but, uh,

would you mind if I take a quick look

around the apartment?

- No.

- Thank you.

Clinton, wait in the car.

- I'm here if you need me.

- Wait in the car.

So let me get this straight...

you're not gonna do one thing, then?

I mean, not a damn thing?

How did you even get that badge, man?

You're a quitter.

Okay, first of all,

there is not a shred of actual evidence

that that girl had anything

to do with this crime, Clinton.

Second of all,

this is a police matter, okay?

For police personnel.

What are you trying to tell me?

Look, I'm... I'm gonna turn a blind eye

to the whole breaking-and-entering fiasco,

but you've got to stop.

No more detective games, okay?

I mean, we're talking about a cat, right?

It's not the Lindbergh baby.

That cat was my best friend.

Hey, a**hole.

What are you doing here?

How'd you find my house?

I looked up "dick hole"

in the white pages.

Whoa, hey, don't you try anything.

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