They Call Me Mister Tibbs! Page #4

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Oh, Virge, no. He couldn't have.

Anybody could.

Four, five, six,

seven, eight, nine, ten.

Hold your knees together, Ginny.

Always hold your knees together.

Again, again. Let's try it again.

OK. There we go.

- This is your case, isn't it, Virge?

- OK?

Now hold it. Good girl!

- Isn't it, Virge?

- I have to hold it for 30 seconds.

I want my gold star.

- It might be.

- Well, what does that mean?

It means yes and no.

Turn that off! It's seven o'clock

in the morning. And leave it off, dammit!

- Are you in charge of this case?

- There are two schools of thought.

- Everybody knows we're friends.

- Which is why you should insist.

OK, OK!

Like hell you will!

And that's definite!

Hank, it's nothing to me

who's in charge...

Then why don't you shut up?!

It's not about the personal thing,

or whether he did it or not.

We've got 12 good years invested in you,

and you know damn well what I mean.

The time may come when we need you

for more than homicide.

- This city's coming apart.

- No argument.

Once word gets out

that Logan Sharpe's a suspect,

the lid blows off, and you'll have to

book him or clear him fast.

And I can help. I... I know his habits.

All right, Virgil.

But officially, Herb's in charge.

Do you mind if I turn out the light?

Be my guest, Virgil.

OK, run it.

Next.

OK.

- It's positive acid phosphatase.

- Half-cell?

No, sir, it's doubtful.

OK.

- That was positive and half-cells.

- How long before?

- Two or three hours.

- OK.

OK.

- Mm-hm, she was strangled.

- Yeah.

But, Captain,

the autopsy's not finished yet.

- That's the weapon?

- Mm-hm.

All right.

Yup, that was probably

the cause of death.

Go back.

Show me the... the neck.

What's that abrasion?

Whatever it is,

it's a cinch it didn't kill her.

This is Lieutenant Tibbs.

Let me talk to the medical examiner.

All right. What do you wanna do now?

There's no blood on Sharpe's clothing,

there's nothing in the hallways,

nothing in the fire escapes.

They picked up fresh prints

off the bedroom window.

- Which we haven't identified yet.

- Doc.

What's that scratch

on the back of her neck?

Any way of telling whether

it was made during the struggle?

Thanks.

It's recent, that's all.

His wristwatch could have caused it

while he was strangling her.

- Maybe.

- Virgil!

The money and the jewellery

are still there. It couldn't be robbery.

So, what now?

You haven't answered my question!

Ask Herb. He's in charge.

Ralph, you're offside again!

I'm not gonna tell you again, Ralph.

Mario, referee for a while.

Hi.

Come on, I'll buy you a drink.

- Hey, you wanna referee?

- No.

Well, what brings you down

to this neck of the woods?

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