The Bone Collector Page #4

- What departmentyou work in, Officer?

Youth Services Division.

I picked her up at orientation.

I see, youth services.

I waited over a year to get that

transfer. I'm not gonnajeopardize--

Jeopardize what? Cushy deskjob?

- Forensics is not my area.

- I disagree with you.

You can't force me

to take this assignment.

I can.

- And ifI refuse?

- You'd putyour career at risk.

You think, because ofyour condition,

you can push people around?

I'm sorry.

That is truly pathetic.

- Truly?

- Yeah, damn right.

Well, forgive me, truly...

ifI insist on having someone with

your brains and a fresh pair ofeyes.

There's a life

at stake here, Officer.

We're gonna need some key people

and tech support.

- I know the guy.

- Okay.

What the hell areyou smiling at?

Pull up a chair. Tell me everything

you know about the crime scene.

- You saw my report.

- I read your report.

I wanna know whatyou felt.

Whatyou feel...

in the deepest recesses

ofyour senses.

You are in love with the sound

ofyour own voice, aren'tyou?

It's yourvoice I yearn to hear.

Pull up a chair. I won't biteyou.

The rifling on the .38 slug

they dug out ofthe victim...

is consistent with a Webley, a very

old, turn-of-the-century handgun.

Thankyou, Kenny.

On the big board, please.

- What doyou got on that bolt?

- Three initials on the head: N.S.G.

And the bolt's not steel,

it's iron.

Iron? Iron.

Making it old-- like the Webley.

Officer Donaghy,

what doyou know about asbestos?

- It kills hard-working Americans daily.

- Very good.

- You computer literate?

- A little.

- Where's myThelma?

- Guess.

Thelma, meet Amelia.

Amelia, Thelma.

Amelia hates my books and computers, but

she's got an A-plus nose for evidence...

so I wantyou to give her a crash course

in how to access D.E.P. fi les.

Check ifthere's any large asbestos

cleanups going on in the city.

A.S.A.P.

- Where the hell is Eddie Ortiz?

- I'm right here!

How's the world's

crankiest criminalist doing?

Playing beat the clock.

Everybody's worst nightmare.

You get into a cab, and there's

a psycho fromJersey driving.

We don't know he's fromJersey.

Yeah, Bayonne. It's the toxins

in the water over there.

- What'd you do, bring the whole lab?

- Mama always said be prepared.

- Where doyou want this?

-Just put it in the corner.

How is your mother?

She's 76, and she's schtupping some guy

named Morris. Can you believe it?

- God bless her.

- It's Morris I'm worried about.

He's 79, with a tricky ticker

and an active pecker.

Afternoon.

Captain Cheney.

What's your address?

There's about a dozen cleanups

scattered across the five boroughs.

Put it up on the viewer for me,

will you, please?

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