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- So let's hear it.

Oh, Jaster... A.P. Jaster.

But he changed jobs. He moved on.

Why don't you tell me...

exactly what is bothering you,

Mr. Anglich?

I'm being hunted... by three guys who

make a habit of killing people for a living.

- Torpedoes.

- Yes! In a black Buick with a big dent on the hood.

I left a little unfinished

business in Tampa.

That's why I got to find Anya now, fast.

- Before it's too late.

- Yes. I went to this offiice thatJaster has.

- The orphanage told me...

- Just a minute. You know whereJaster is?

Nobody was there except the torpedoes.

They tracked me down.

I skipped town.

That's how come I'm hiding in here.

I'll take your case.

Tucker!

- I knew you was an all right guy.

- So did I.

You go seeJaster. I'll see if I can dig up

some facts on Conroy with that photo.

Maybe it'll be nothing.

Believe me, it sometimes is.

- Here. How can I reach you?

- Uh, I ain't settled yet. I'll call in.

Hey. Here's my number.

Oh, uh, Tucker.

Uh, you know, uh, when Anya

was a little girl...

she always loved, uh, dogs.

Really? I will remember that.

Hey.

- Don't get yourself killed.

- Oh. Right.

A guy falls into your offiice at that time of night...

in that much of a hurry,

you can believe a lot of what he says.

You have to have time to lie.

Anglich seemed to be

running out of time.

The house wasn't anywhere near where

I said it would be. It was in Beverly Hills.

Who can tell from a little photograph?

If the daughter, Anya, was in there...

she was doing a lot better

than Anglich.

I walked in the front door trying to

look like I knew where I was going.

The guy polishing the brass was convinced,

so I started to believe it.

How did you get in here?

- Uh, the front door was open.

- Was it?

- Close it on your way out then.

- Is the lady of the house at home?

I'm afraid Mrs. Prendergast

isn't seeing anyone just now.

- I was hoping to speak to a member of the family.

- You are.

- Leslie C. Tucker.

- Franklin W. Prendergast.

- Husband?

- Brother-in-law.

- Just who are you, Mr. Tucker?

- I drove over from the Examiner...

hoping to check out

a few things, Mr. Prendergast.

What sort of things, may I ask?

Well, that photo for a start.

Oh, this is Harvey Prendergast...

my brother. Deceased.

I think you'd better tell me

just exactly what you want.

l, uh... I have no patience.

- Can I sit down?

- Must you?

I suppose you'd

like a drink, Mr. Tucker.

I seldom indulge,

especially on such a beautiful morning.

Same here.

Now then, you were

going to tell me...

about how you came by

the photograph, Mr. Tucker.

Uh, no- No, I wasn't.

I stopped by to ask you

about an old photo, Mr. Prendergast.

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