Presumed Innocent Page #4

He's got blood type A.

My very own.

I thought of that. But you got a kid.

Anything from hair or fiber?

No hair or skin fragments under her nails.

Carolyn would've fought back.

Maybe she was playing sex games

with the wrong guy.

The rope is K-Mart, Sears, Walgreen's.

You name it.

They found carpet fibers

from some other location. Zorak V.

It's only the biggest seller.

You call the Fingerprint Lab

on the bar glass?

Oh, I forgot.

You are a class-A f***-up, you know?

They ain't going to expedite it for me.

I got the phone company printout

on her apartment.

I notice that one of the numbers

that comes up is yours a number of times.

At the office.

We were working cases together.

No, she's calling your home.

She never called me at home.

I made these calls...

...to Barbara from Carolyn's apartment.

"Late again, kid."

"This trial's a b*tch.

I'll catch dinner in town."

I'd just as soon you'd let it go.

If Barbara sees a phone company

subpoena, now, she'll bust a gut.

Under the circumstances,

if you don't mind...

...l'd appreciate it.

I gave Barbara...

...enough pain.

Polhemus was bad news.

Know what they're calling you

and your partner downtown?

Spare me.

"Mission lmpossible."

Guerasch, bring that sh*t in my office.

So you're figuring what? The guy

she was having cocktails with did her?

I figure it was somebody who knew

what he wanted it to look like.

Cop. PA. A private dick.

Remember that lady PA

who was here four months ago?

Yeah, nice set of lungs.

This kid's gonna make a copper.

Never forgets a bra size.

He wants to know

what she was looking for.

She was looking for someone

by the name of Noel.

It took me a week to find this crap.

Five years back,

they booked 1 50 a day then.

Public indecency.

They were cleaning out the faggots.

Back when Raymond got some balls

for a day and a half.

-She find anything?

-I don't know.

When I gave these files to her,

they were in nice order.

The b*tch just trashed them.

She never gave a sh*t

about anybody else's work.

One's completely missing. Look.

See right here? It skips a number.

Tommy Molto been looking at these?

What does Molto have to do with this?

Would there still be a court file

on this case?

That far back, it'd have to be in storage

on microfilm by now.

You don't want to say

what this is about, maybe?

Gee, Lionel, I can't.

She used to ask about you, you know.

Five, six years ago when she worked

out here as a probation officer.

-Five years ago I didn't know her.

-Sure you did.

The night you brought the Night Saints in.

You were hot stuff. A regular f***ing hero.

Breaking the meanest guy

this side of Watts.

There was a lot of talk

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