Twisted Page #4

- All right.

Wilson, Delmarco. You remember

Wilson, my old patrol partner?

- Hi.

- Hey.

OK, here we go.

Any signs of cause of death?

I don't know, man. But at first glance,

I'd say he was beaten to death.

What's the score?

We're up three, top of the fifth.

Jesus Christ.

Who'd you piss off?

OK, what have we got here?

Let's take a look.

Interesting.

OK, inspector,

let's see what you got.

- I don't think it was done here.

- Right. Good.

- So?

- We should check the tide charts.

What's that?

Hey, Lopez, my key still good?

- Yeah, Mike. Anytime.

- Tomorrow.

She'll be waiting.

Marine unit, my old unit.

Tomorrow, me and you,

we gonna go for a little boat ride.

Hey. Check it out.

- Cigarette burn.

- Nice.

- Perfectly centered. Looks fresh.

- Yeah, let's get a photo.

Get me a photo here.

Close-up of the cigarette burn.

- Nice and tight.

- OK.

One more. Good.

Thank you.

Looks like he's been hit

with a blunt instrument.

Precise. Very professional.

Something like this.

Now batting, first baseman,

J. T. Snow.

- OK, see you later.

- You all right?

Don't sweat it,

you'll get used to it.

It's not that. I think I know him.

His name's Bob, he drinks gin.

Nothing more you can tell us?

I told you, I don't really know the guy.

I met him once, about a month ago.

But you said you were intimate?

I picked up a stranger in a bar

and had sex with him.

You ever picked up a woman

in a bar, lieutenant?

Yeah, in my fantasy life.

All right, I'll give it

to Parker and Lewis then...

- Hey.

- Wait a second. Hey.

- What is she, a suspect?

- Come on, we got the call.

All right, it's yours.

Okey-dokey.

We have got Bob Sherman.

Confirmed death,

eight, nine hours prior to discovery.

The weapon is a small blunt object,

and the kill shot is a blow

to the right temple.

Although this guy was definitely beaten

postmortem as well.

And trace evidence...

... nada.

Look, there are no fibers, no hairs.

I tented this guy.

I even super-glued him up.

I could not raise a single latent.

Sorry.

Shepard?

We'll talk later.

- Hey, Mike.

- We'll find the current that carried

this guy here. Last night was windy.

Flood tide was about five knots.

The body could've drifted a long way.

I bet they could tell us

what happened.

They've seen all the bodies

floating on the tides.

They've seen all the smugglers.

There's hundreds of different

dumpsites, hiding places.

Heroin, cocaine,

illegal pharmaceuticals, party drugs.

You name it. I've chased a lot of guys

right down in there.

I know every nook and cranny,

every secret spot.

I'm like the sea lions.

They're my neighbors.

- See that place in there?

- You live there?

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