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it is time for this week's episode of Dragnet and we are back to actual
radio programs. The original air at eight November twenty fourth, nineteen forty nine,
and the title is The Mother in Law Murder. Ladies and Gentlemen.
The story you were about to hear is true, only the names have been
changed to protect the innocent. Fatima Cigarettes Best of Long Cigarettes brings you Dragnet.
You're a detective sergeant. You're assigned to homicide detail. A vicious killer
has taken the life of a sixty two year old woman. Suspicion points in
only one direction. The murderer was heartless, cold blooded. Your job get
him Dragnet. That document a drama of an actual crime. For the next
thirty minutes, in cooperation with the Los Angeles Police Department, you will travel
step by step on the side of the law through an actual case from official
police files, from beginning to end, from crime to punishment. Drag Net
is the story of your police force in action. It was Saturday, November
fifth, was foggy in Los Angeles. We're working a day watch out of
homicide. My partner's Ben Romero. The boss is at backstrand Chievity Tectives.
My name is Friday. Was three thirty five PM when I got to Room
forty two homicide long distance. This is Friday in Homicide. I'd like to
place a call to mister Frank g Renard and Murphy Idaho a number seven six
one. Frank Idaho was seven Yeah, that's right. The call has been
cleared with a business office. All right, do you want me to call
your backside? No, I'll hang on. Okay, I'll plank it for
you. Umber long distance mcter, Frank Ornard Murphy Idaho, Murky seven sixth
one. Okay, you had you're another player. Tags are called the medicine
seven nine sixty one. Thank you. The time in charge is on across
completed operator read operator the reader. Put a man out there, Yes,
Murphy Idaho. Rooting and person making tc N A mt another A how man
you in? Operator? Any home? Boys? E alright? One other
one of exels lay one six O. Thank you about them? Three boys?
Oh oh boys, I'm calling neighbors. Oh mercy seven six one,
thank you. Keep bringing seven six one. They're bringing the number sergeants.
Okay, thanks, Hello mister Frank Renard please los Anglers calling. Who do
you want? Mister Frank Renard? Please? Los Angeler is calling. I
am Frank Renard. Go ahead, please all right, target go ahead.
Hello, Hello, hello, Frank Renard. There's a sergeant Friday, Los
Angeles Police Department. Got an urgent message for you, but me, what's
the matter? Your wife Dolores asked me to call you. Something's happened to
you mother. What do you mean what happened? I better let your wife
tell you. She wants you back in Los Angeles right away. But what's
it all about? I can't leave my job now. You better come.
Your mother's been murdered. Talk to the skipper, joways on his way in.
That's good. Did you call my husband? Did you? He's flying
down from Idahoo tonight, be here in the morning. You tell him about
me, the trouble I'm in. I told him his mother was murdered.
That's all I told him. Missus Renaud, What am I gonna say to
Frank? He always decided him with his mother. He'll never believe me.
What can I tell him? Jury can give you more trouble than your husband
can. What you're gonna tell them? Are you stupid or something? How
many times do I have to say it? I didn't kill her. I
didn't care her. It's a small room, as Renard, we can hear
you. Sit down, Please, I won't sit down. You're not finding
this on me because I didn't do it. Anybody could have killed they all
had, but I didn't. Will you sit down, please, I don't
have to take this on. No tramp cheeping me and here asking me questions.
I told you all I know. Look, you're in a bad spot.
I hope you realize that I didn't kill her, Miss Renard. How
long have you and your mother in law been living together in the house on
Chava's Road? His strength took the job up in Idaho about six months.
He said it'd be better for me while he was away living with her.
Your neighbors told us you didn't get along very well with your mother in law.
That's right, I didn't. She hated me. I hated her.
You used to fight with her? Is that right? You hit her only
a couple of times. She called me dirty names. I hit her,
she pulled me by the hair, and I hated her like everything. I
didn't kill her. Once more, Miss Renard, would you mind telling us
how you spent your time since early this morning? Where you went, what
you did? Everything? I told you already everything. Will you tell us
again? Please? I got up about quarter to nine. I had a
cup of coffee, and then I got dressed. The old lady was on
the back porch doing the washing. What did your mother in law do?
For a living. I told you she took in washing. After I got
dressed, I left the house ten minutes after nine. I went downtown to
the dentist. He felled a tooth for me. It's hard here, yo,
Kharashka. What time did you leave the dentist's office? Not quarter after
ten? Maybe twenty after? You can ask king, what did you do
after that? I walked around window shopping. Did you buy anything? Talk
to anybody? I told you no. What time did you get home?
Past twelve? I went in the bedroom. The old lady was on the
floor, blood all over. I felt her heart. It wasn't beating.
Is that when you got the blood on your dress? Yeah? Now that's
all I'm gonna say. Three times I told you the same story already,
and you still can't account for your time between ten twenty this morning and the
time you found a body and called the police At twelve thirty. I told
you I left the dentist, I went windows shopping, then I walked home.
During that time, you didn't talk to anyone, and no one saw
you. Lots of people saw me, people on the street downtown. I'm
not tramped. I don't talk to everybody, none of your neighbors saw you
come home, as Renard. Of course they didn't see me. I cut
across the back lot of from Penose Avenue. I came in the back way.
The lady Whill live next door to you, She says, she was
in the backyard about noontime. She stayed there after one o'clock. She didn't
see you come in the back way. And she's a liar. She's a
dirty liar. You and your husband took out an insurance policy on your mother
in law last year, Is that right, miss Night? Sure it is?
What of it? Five thousand dollars? Yeah? So what you know
a man by the name of George Martino? No, you better tell the
truth, miss Renard. All right, so I do is a friend of
mine. You've been running around with him since your husband's been away. None
of your business. I do what I want. Your mother in law find
out about Martino. That's what you thought about most of the time. Oh,
she was crazy. He's a friend of mine, that's all. Are
you telling the truth, miss Lenard. Martino's a boyfriend of mine. I
told you. That's all. Your mother in law find out you were running
around with him, She warns you if you didn't shake Martino, she'd write
your husband. You said you'd kill her if she did. That's alf that's
what your mother in law told one of the neighbor ladies. I said it
just to scare her. One night. I was drinking. We had a
fight. She was yapping at me all night, just to scare her.
But she wrote the letter anyway, That's what she said. But I didn't
kill her. You had the time and the motive and the opportunity. It
wasn't me. I didn't kill her. Interrogation room, Friday, This is
Brennan, Joe, Yeah, Bill, where are you? Santa Monica picked
up George Martino. Ben and I drove Missus Ronard to Lincoln Heights Jail,
fifth floor and had her booked on suspicion of one eighty seven PC. When
we checked back in at the office, Brennan and Wiseman, the other two
men on the case with Ben and I, were questioning George Martino in the
interrogation room. Ben and I stood by. Martino admitted only two things.
He had been running around with Missus Renard since her husband left town, and
he had her. Missus Renard expressed a desire to do away with her mother
in law. After the questioning of Martino, Sergeant Brennan, Ben and I
met with cheap ed backstrand was five fifteen pm. You get everything but the
murder. Webinon that. Missus Renaud's conflation. She ought to come through hunt
you. I don't know. She's scared, but she still got a smart
mouth. What about Martino Brennan. Do you think he had a hand in
it? I don't think so. We spent most of the afternoon talking to
him. He hasn't got the guts. We took a statement and does Evan
Alabanon solid What was the cause of death? Strangulation, multiple fractures of the
skull. All the motives are with Missus Renard chief pretty clear cut job.
No evidence of robbery or burglary. I guess a couple of address or drawers
in her bedroom were emptied on the floor, closed the store around, pretty
obvious, planned to make it look like burglary. Maybe we found three one
dollar bills in plain sight. They were on the floor near the body.
If a burgler went through his stuff, he wouldn't have missed that money,
and it shouldn't be too much trouble tying it up. Shouldn't be scared her.
Friday and Romero. You follow the case through right in just a minute?
Hello Backstrand, Yeah right, I'll write out send them over them.
Hey Jones just finished checking the evidence of the crime lab. Yeah, he
thinks missus Renard's innocent. Now they are fellas facts on lie. But she
had every reason in the world to kill the old lady. In my book,
she couldn't have killed it. All right, let's have it ly.
How does the evidence ad up? That's just it. Joe doesn't. Take
a look dress missus Lenard was wearing when she found the body. That's it.
The blood smears near the hem. Two smears, that's all. Now,
if she murdered her mother in law, there should be more blood on
this dress. It shouldn't be smeared. I mean, first of all,
the man on which the old lady was killed, head was better do must
have bled profusely, no question about that. Go ahead. Whoever murdered the
old lady must have stains all over that clothes. Here's the important part.
Because of the nature of the wound, it would have stained and drops,
not smears. How can you tell the difference? Maybe these are drop stains
on her desk. I checked them with the microscope. Only the higher ribs
of the cloth are stained. The smears, nothing else but the drop forms
its own definite drop pattern and permeates the cloth soaks in. No signs of
that on her dress. I don't want. Now, here's a silk scarf
the old lady was strangling. Yeah, here's what I found in the not
tied in the scarf. A blonde hair wavy. Old lady had dark hair,
so does miss Renaud, so does her boyfriend. That's what I mean.
This blonde hair is one of two things that didn't belong at that Murdercy
what else you got? This? Its small piece of plastic a gun but
I'd say, yeah, criss cross surface and a little smooth area here.
Yeah, the killer could have hit the old lady of the butter of a
gun and a piece of the stock could have chipped off like this, As
Renard doesn't own a gun. You did your money? No, where does
that leave us? I don't know. Joe. There's the stuff. You
can't disregard it. Maybe you can explain it. Yeah, how well,
first prove this dress isn't the one missus Renard was wearing this morning. Then
find the dress she did wear and we know she wore this when the dentist
identified it, and so they do with the neighbor. That's what I'm mean.
The dress is too clean, doesn't belong. Yeah, this blonde hair,
this piece of gun butt, they don't belong in it. When you
think she's innocent, you're looking at the evidence. What do you think?
Six pm, Saturday, November fifth, Ben and I went back to the
office and met with Brennan Wiseman and had backstrand. The open and shutcase against
Missus Renard was up in the air, but we still weren't sure that she
was innocent of the murder of her mother in law. Ben and I drove
to the Lincoln Heights jail and interviewed the suspect again. She agreed to submit
to a light detector test. We drove back to the office, contacted Sergeant
Burger, the department's polyograph man, and set up a special test for the
following day. The next morning, we met with Berger and formulated a list
of key questions, and then we picked up Missus Renard and brought her to
the third floor of the Old City Jail building. The polyograph room. At
ten thirty three am, the test got under way as usual. Sergeant Burger
conducted the interview alone backstrand Ben and I waited outside. How about missus Reynard's
husband getting down yet? He's doing around news goinn of smoke? Yeah here
you are right? Yeah? Thanks? How is it now? Eleven twenty
five g's? Burger now ed, what'd you get? I can study the
chart a little more. The results are pretty well defined, though, how's
it look? No reaction to the key questions what's your opinion? I don't
think you did it? You are listening to drag net authentic stories of your
police force and action. Eight am, Monday, November seventh, Missus Reynard
was released from custody. We questioned her husband, Frank Renard, briefly.
He could tell us nothing more than we already knew. Brennan and Wiseman were
called back on the case, and together the four of us started over again
from the beginning. We had a dead body, two pieces of physical evidence
to work with, no idea how to fit them together, and no suspects.
We went back to the Shavas Road neighborhood, where a murdered woman lived
and started pushing doorbells. We canvassed the neighborhood for three days and we uncovered
one slim lead. He was selling magazine's officer went door to door right up
the street. Here, a young fellow. Could you describe the man for
us, please? Nothing to talk about, tasty face, pimply complexion,
blonde hair. Five thirty pm, Wednesday, November the night Ben and I
met with Brennan and Wiseman and had Backstrand's office to compare notes. Together,
we had more than a dozen reports of the magazine salesman's presence in the neighborhood
just prior to the murder of Missus Renard's mother in law. The various descriptions
of the man which we obtained from the people in the neighborhood tallied closely about
six feet, one hundred and seventy pounds, pimply complexion, blonde hair,
fast talking about twenty five years old. As we know, Scavory was the
only stranger in the neighborhood last Saturday morning, only one that people remember.
Anyway. How close did you trace him to the Renaud house? You got
your list there, Brennan, Yeah, they are thanks. Let's see when
He picked up his tracks down on Floresta Street, sold a couple of descriptions
there and he headed up Landers Avenue on the Chavs Road. Yeah, the
Renards live at twenty two eighty Chavas Road. A salesman talked to the woman
a twenty two seventy four Shavers. That's three doors away from the Renaureds.
When has he seen them? Let me see where is that Brennan go on
the fifteen seven sheet show. Didn't have enough room on the report. Oh
yeah, here is missus John Rico, twenty two seventy four Shavas. The
guy was there about eleven forty five Saturday morning, and that puts him in
the ruining. First time he ever showed in that neighborhood and first time sk
greast kid. Not a very good sale. Here's the name of the company
he's working for, the Harrison News Distributors. Did you jake with him?
And they're closed for the night. We'll call them the first thing tomorrow.
Good something else for you? And a call from Frank Renard this afternoon.
What do he have to say? Seems in the excitement just after the murder
Missus Renard over I looked a couple of things. What's that? And they're
missing a yellow table model radio. It's in the bedroom where the old lady
was killed. Well, that ties in with the robbery motive. And they're
missing a ring too, belonged to missus Renaud topaz ring supposed to be worth
a little money, which she didn't notice it was gone until the day.
That's right, got the serial number on the radio? Yeah right here,
yeh, I's see yeah, Ben, here we are Emmerson Model five one
one eight thousand two seven seven six on nine. A lot of small radios,
there's only one with that serial number on it. Track it down.
A complete description of the Topaz ring and the serial numbers and description of the
yellow cable model radio were sent to the pawn shop detailed. The information was
then placed on the stolen property list and relayed to every pawnshop operator in the
city. The next morning, Ben and I interviewed the manager of the Harrison
News distributing company. There. The suspect had given his name as Sam Bricker.
We checked out his home address turned out to be a gas station in
North Hollywood. We took the suspect's job application with a specimen of his handwriting,
and then we drove back to the office Sam Bricker. We were unable
to get a make on the name from the record bureau. We checked the
cards and every known criminal who was cataloged in the oddity file as having a
pimply complexion. None of them matched. That night we got out on apb
in a radiogram. The suspects trail led from one salesman's job to the next.
On his last job, he gave his name as Albert Barry. His
address is fourteen thirty Palallelo Drive. That was in the Echo Lake district then,
and I drove out to check it fourteen twenty a, fourteen thirty Here
it is, Jill. Yeah, least it's not a gas station. Huh.
Come on tiresome Huh. Yeah, I could stand a change. Yes,
what is it? We're looking for an Albert Barry, ma'am does he
live here? Mister Barry, I'm sorry, he and his wife moved four
days ago. We identified ourselves as police officers and they had of the land.
Lady and missus Katherine Hoffman show us the apartment which Barry and his wife
had occupied. It was still vacant in one of the closets in the apartment.
We found a cheap overnight bag. The lock on it was broken and
one of the seams had ripped. I forgot about that old bag, and
mister Barry told me I could throw it away. Take a look. Come
in. How long has Berry been married? Do you know missus Hoffman?
No? I don't, But the way they acted lovey dovey all the time,
I don't think they've been together long. Look some kind of an identification
tag. Yeah, let me see. It's a tool disc. It looks
like Dennis Jamison Larabie, Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. You're not after mister Barry,
are you, officer, Yes, ma'am, we are. Did he leave
a forward in an address? I wish she did. I'm holding three letters
for missus Barry in my apartment right now. May we see them? Please?
Certainly? Would you step this way please? My apartments just across the
hall, Yes, ma'am. Would you like a bottle of beer or something?
No, ma'am, thanks. Let's see. I thought I yes,
hit a uh pretty often sergeant from her folks. I think missus Barry's from
Fresno. That's good. I want to copy down this return addressment. Yeah,
go ahead, Okay, that's C. K Ulrich ulriic K five two
five North Womona, Fresno. Yeah, very arm Is Hoffman. By the
way, did the Berry say they'd call for their mail and missus Barry did?
That's why I'm holding on to it. All right, Just one more
question. Do you remember if mister and missus Barry had a radio? Yes,
they did a small one. Do you remember what brand it was?
No, I don't. It had a yellow case. That's all I remember.
Before we left, we called ed Backstrand and he had an immediate stakeout
placed at the apartment house in case the Barrys returned to pick up their mail.
Ben and I went back to the office and placed a call at the
Pittsburgh Police Department. We gave them a description and the number of the tool
disc which we found in Barry's old suitcase. They said they'd check with a
Jamison Larrabee company in the morning and then they'd call us back that night.
Ben and I drove to Fresno and checked in at the police station up there.
Two officers were assigned to stake out the Ulrich home. We interviewed mister
Elrich, who identified himself as Albert Barry's father in law. He told us
his daughter had married the murder suspect eight months before, and he gave us
pictures of Barry taken at the wedding. Ulrick told us that he'd catch a
Santa Fe train out of Presno the next morning. He wanted to be in
Los Angeles to take his daughter home when Barry was apprehended. Was almost two
am when Ben and I left Presno and started back for Los Angeles. We
checked in at the office at ten minutes past eight. The next morning,
at eight thirty five, the call came through from the Pittsburgh Police Department.
What did they say, Joe? It was a tool discard right, James
and Larrabie Company, he issued eighteen months ago to one of their workers.
Are you given name? Albert Barry? Eleven am Monday, December the fifth,
one month to the day since the sixty two year old woman had been
beaten to death. The pictures of Barry and his wife, which had been
taken at their wedding, were printed up in wholesale lots and distributed to all
points. Mister Lric Berry's father in law arrived in town and got himself a
hotel room. We waited. There was no report from the stake out at
the apartment house. We checked back in at the office at five minutes to
one. I'll get it. I'm a side Friday. This is mister Ulric's
sergeant. I just got a call from my wife, Infesno. I thought
you'd want to know what's that. The wife got a letter from Norma.
They're living in South Pasadena an apartment. You got the address there, Yes,
sir, that's what the wife called about. It's one thirty four Norway
Terrace. When was the letter mailed? You know? Wife said it was
postmark December, third day before yesterday. Get your coat on, al Rick
will be right over. Ben and I picked up mister Lric at his hotel
and drove to the South Pasadena address. Barry and his wife had the apartment
on the top floor. Neither of them were at home. Lord let us
in with a pass key. In the bedroom we found a small yellow radio.
We checked the serial numbers. They matched. It was the same radio
stolen from the Renard house. In the bedroom closet we found two suitcases.
We checked through of them. Oh, nothing in this one. Joe.
Here, We are Look at these what are they, sergeant? Pair of
plastic gun bites. Let's see, Joe. One of them has been chipsy,
sergeant. Somebody coming up the stairs. All right, let's get in
the living room. Be quiet. Yeah, what are you doing here?
Where these men? Poleish? Norman? They want Albert? He killed a
woman? Sorry, right, Norman, It'll be all right. Did you
know your husband killed a woman? Miss Bery? He told me last Saturday.
We've been running away for a month now, moving all the time.
I wanted to know why. He told me. He said, I wasn't
it as much as human and I'm tired of running? Why did he kill
her? Did he tell you that? He said it broke in the house.
He didn't know anyone was home. The old woman was in the bedroom.
She started to cry out, shut a gun, Shut it with it.
Where's your husband? Now? I don't know? He said he come
home for dinner about five about the grocery. What time he got? Be
that passed ring? That ring you were in, misson Burry? Your usband
give you that? Yes? Why what kind of a stone is that?
Pass? Britt gave it to me? Why nothing? We'll wait. Five
o'clock came and went. Barry failed to show five thirty. Ohick started to
get nervous. Six o'clock, six thirty, no sign of Barry. I
went to the window and kept an eye on the street below. At six
forty five, a light green nashed and pulled to a stop in front of
the apartment house. A man got out and went into the main floor entrance.
Burt, I'll let him all right. How long have you had the
new car? A couple of days? Bert got it? Credit. What
do you want me to do now? Does he have a key to the
apartment here? I lost it? Okay? When he rings let him in?
Just act naturally, Ben, Yeah, yeah, you cover me.
I'll get the cuffs on him, right, but gotcha? All right,
stop and marry okay. Man. Yeah, he's fast with a gun.
Nice looking, isn't such? You never think he'd kill anybody? Come on,
let's take him in. I love him. I still love him.
That you're a cop. You wouldn't understand. That's right, I wouldn't understand
I'm a cop. The story you have just heard was true, only the
names were changed to protect the innocent. On February sixteenth, nineteen forty seven,
trial was held in Superior Court Department eighty two, City and County of
Los Angeles, State of California. In a moment the results of that trial.
Albert Ralph Berry was tried and convicted of murder in the first degree.
His wife, Norma Berry, was found innocent of the charge that she harbored
a criminal. She was returned home with her father. Berry was executed in
the lethal gas chamber at the State Penitentiary. You have just heard Dragnet,
a new series of authentic cases from official files. Technical advice for Dragnet comes
from the Office of Acting Chief of Police W. A. Wharton, Los
Angeles Police Department. Tonight's program is dedicated to Private Hubert Wstes of the District
of Columbia Metropolitan Police Department, who, on the night of May sixteenth,
nineteen forty seven, gave his life so that yours might be more secure.
Fatima Cigarettes, Best of Law Cigarettes, has brought you Dragnet Fortune transcribed from
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Welcome Back. This has some great phone calling action. This really ups the
game from the big Missing. Now we talk about scenes that age poorly.
This one, in my opinion, probably ages better because listening to it in
the twenty first century, we're like, Wow, that's what it was like
to place a long distance phone call, and how you had to go through
all of those different operators and switchboards. I'm not certain it was all that
impressive at the time in its own right. I mean, the details that
went into the sound effects were impressive, but I could imagine if I were
a nineteen forty nine person, I might be like, Okay, that sounds
like they really put a lot of work into making that sound like a phone
call. But why, I mean, when they do effects that make things
sound real when Friday and Ramea are out questioning someone, that enhances the scene
because you feel that you're right there with them as they're questioning, like a
grosser or something of that sort. However, in this case, the only
reason they did the scene was so they could do the effect sequence, so
they could have us hear Friday making the phone call. But what happened in
the phone call, we didn't actually need to hear that. If I had
missed that entire sequence and had just come in when Friday went back to the
interrogation room to question the suspect I wouldn't have missed anything at all. Of
course, this complaint by popathetic nineteen forty nine person be like when you're watching
a film and it feels like they just had an explosion because they could not.
Only this time it's a long distance phone call. And again, while
the hypothetical nineteen forty nine person might have a point in the twenty first century,
it's a fantastic record of what it was like to make a phone call.
So it's entertaining and not really superfluous. Now I should say the Mother
in Law Murder is one of those fan titles that I don't much care for.
It definitely points the listener in the direction of the daughter in law being
involved when it has nothing to do with her. I don't have a better
title, and I don't want to throw off anyone who's searching online for it,
and I certainly don't want to start giving out alternate titles, because then
that's how people end up selling two copies of the same episodes on various websites
because they don't actually listen to the programs. I want to sell confusion,
but for the record, don't care much for the title. The other thing
I want to address is the is us cutting the ads. And while we
do play ads on most programs, we don't play the cigarettes ads on Dragnet.
I've never locked them and I found them irritating and repetitive, which is
a key reason for not including them. I will say that at this point
in the podcast there is an additional reason for not including them in that the
podcast is already being rebroadcast over a radio station KWQQ over in Iowa, and
I think where we're at with the podcast, who knows what we might do
in the future in terms of radio, in terms of other media outlets,
that having cigarette ads would require us to go in later and do additional work.
So that I've got episodes that are ready for whatever purpose I might want
to use them for, it just makes sense to nodingue them. Well,
now we turn to listener comments and feedback, and we have a comment from
Good Pods and Alexis gave our episode The Big Lamp a five star rating,
and yeah, you can do that with individual episodes as well. Over on
Good Pods and Alexis riots really enjoyed the commentary, particularly the bit about the
prosecutor fallacies. Never heard of that before. Well, thanks so much.
I was glad to bring it up. I tried not to go into detail
because I didn't want to create a bunch of confusion or go on as long
as it would take to really flesh that whole thing out. Plus I don't
have, I think, the expertise to do it justice either. All folks
have had who are curious about it, had some fun reading on their own
about that. All right, Well, now it's time to thank our Patreon
supporter of the day, and I want to go ahead and thank Don.
Don has been one of our Patreon supporters since October of twenty twenty one,
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of the Falcon Wear with Jenny in here. Huh well, no, no,
no. I was the first one in. It's like you had a
key to a place. Eh, and you're lucky. I don't have a
suspicious mind. Well I have. Did you phone in h you told her
to come straight ahead in Chicago? Yeah? Well I think she had an
accident, do you? Oh? No, no, we would have heard
abound it. I had the radio and the car tune of the police calls
with the comps. Nab you kidding? There was nobody would in miles of
her. After you chucked the bag into a car, she took off to
show up. Then she better, she's got all the doe. Just what
are you getting at? You told me yourself she's a very smart girl.
Women who are beautiful shouldn't be brainy. Meaning I think we got a double
cross your nuts. I'll leave it as ship. No, no, no,
Joanna wouldn't do that thing? Why not? Well, okay, she
never did it before. Do you ever have eighty grand before? Hook?
What are you worried about? It isn't even nine o'clocks. I posted she
doesn't show by night, and I'll start looking for and if she isn't dead,
when I find out, she'll wish to heavens. You will, I
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