Under Suspicion Page #3

just before

you went upstairs.

Jesus, I went

to the toilet, right?

No, no, no, no.

You went upstairs

and did her,

didn't you?

They found your prints

all over the bed.

Oh, f*** off.

Is that the best you can do?

You owe people

a lot of money.

So what?

I owe money.

That's not

a crime, is it?

It's an incentive

to commit crime.

I'll pretend

you didn't say that.

Pretend what

you like.

You're not getting away

with murder again.

All right, eh.

All right!

Come on.

Dave, shut up!

Leave him alone.

Well, ask him, Frank.

Ask me what?

Do you possess a gun?

What?

No...

What, do you think

I killed my wife,

and then I killed

a complete stranger as well?

Does that make sense?

Even to a f***ing

monkey brain

like you, Waterston?

Nobody thinks

anything like that.

If there's nothing else,

Frank, can I go?

There is

one more thing.

Have you talked

to anyone in the station

about the autopsy?

Whoever killed them

also cut off Stasio's thumb

as a souvenir.

Oh, Tony...

Happy Christmas.

What are you doing here?

Same as you.

So what's the news?

Oh, nothing.

Someone saw

a smart red car

outside the back

of the hotel.

That's about it.

Stasio's wife.

Who's that?

I have no idea.

Interesting.

Just remember who's

doing the investigation,

all right?

Absolutely.

I'm serious.

I can't have

you around me.

[CHURCH BELLS TOLLING]

Mrs. Stasio,

I'm Frank Vance,

the Detective in charge

of the investigation.

I'd like to offer

my condolences,

and say that if there's anything

you'd like me to do--

I'll tell you

what you can do.

You can go

to my house--

my house--

and throw that

b*tch, Angeline,

out of it.

Right.

When might it be convenient

to talk to you, Mrs. Stasio...

[SEAGULLS CAWING]

Speak.

I have a floral tribute

to deliver.

Drive down to

the front entrance

and I'll collect it.

Drive down, she says.

Thank you.

I'll take that.

I need to give it to the lady

of the house herself.

I'm sorry. She's not at home

to visitors at the moment.

She is at home.

I saw her come in.

Sorry.

Wait, please.

Could you give her this, please?

Thank you.

I can't help you, I'm afraid.

I haven't asked you

anything yet.

Uh...

Tony. Tony Aaron.

Angeline White.

I kind of expected

to see his wife.

This is a family home,

isn't it?

She doesn't live here anymore.

I'm sorry

you've wasted a journey.

Don't you want to find out

who killed him?

Do you know?

Not yet.

Then why don't we leave that

to the police?

Good day, Mr. Aaron.

It's not a good day.

Not for either of us.

Don't you get frightened

here on your own

in a big house like this?

Only when people like you

say things like that.

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