The Big Heat Page #3

mr. Bannion.

There's just one small thing i'd like to

clear up, so there'll be no loose ends.

Of course. Would you mind telling

me about the house at lakeside?

When it was bought, the price that

was paid, small details like that?

I'd mind very much!

For tom's sake, i resent the

implication of your questions.

Look, mrs. Duncan,

there was no implication.

Lucy chapman may run to the

newspapers. And it's my job...

To have the material to offset any

insinuations that she might make.

And it's my job,

with tom dead and defenseless,

To preserve his good name

the best way i can.

Good night, mr. Bannion.

Good night.

Okay. So long.

Here you are, sir.

Trouble automatically

catches up with girls like her.

Looks like a sex crime to me.

You said she wasn't attacked.

Well, that's not unusual

in this type case.

I'd say pretty definitely

it was psychopathic.

You saw those cigarette burns

on her body. Yeah, i saw them.

Every single one of them.

What's that name again,

sergeant?

Miss chapman.

Lucy chapman.

The lieutenant's been

buzzing you every ten minutes.

He didn't say what for.

Sit down, dave.

I had a call from upstairs.

What have you been bothering

mrs. Duncan about? Just routine.

Well, the first time was,

not the second visit.

Did she complain?

Somebody did.

It was bad judgement to bother a cop's

widow about the love life of her husband.

- Good or bad, it was my judgement.

- You're missing the point.

I'm the one that gets the

pressure calls from upstairs.

I'm the one

that has to explain.

You don't keep an office like this

very long stepping on a lot of corns.

You want me to go upstairs and explain?

Not you. You're a

corn-Stepper by instinct.

No, all i'm asking you to do, and

i'm not even ordering it, dave,

Stop bothering mrs. Duncan.

I don't want to jam you up, ted,

but i may have to see her once more.

Why? You have any doubt

duncan killed himself?

No.

No, none at all.

I just got back from the

county morgue. Hmm, the barfly?

I read the teletype

about your identification.

Lucy chapman used to be duncan's

girlfriend. And the army's and navy's.

Yeah, maybe so. She talks to me

just once and like that, she's dead.

That's county homicide's

headache.

Let's worry about this office. We're

spilling over with unfinished business.

Lucy chapman was probably trying to

shake down some sucker who wouldn't shake.

When barflies get killed, it's for

any one of a dozen crummy reasons.

You know that.

Let the sheriff's office...

Sort out this jigsaw.

Meanwhile, we'll stop

pestering the widow. Okay?

You still asking?

No more.

I'm telling you.

First i know, lucy's quitting

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