30 noviembre 03

30.11.03

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"¿No habías pensado donde estuvistes?" the voice demanded.  I think that's what he said, or growled, rather, in my ear.  What?
     No sir, no.  No, I am telling it true, but it's just I never am 100% sure what anyone has said sometimes.  I don't want you to misunderstand and think I know anything.
     All right.  I'll just tell you what I know.  But remember my Spanish is far from perfect and don't think I know what I'm saying.  No, no... you don't have to... you don't need to, not again, I can
     AaaaaarrrRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaa. .  .   .

Well frack now you've gone and done it again knocked him out what the hell huh?  Okay okay so yeah the only way we'll get anything is when he's half awake I get you yeah but well if you say it worked with the other one then we try again it's just I'm getting fracking tiried of being the good cop all the time, Angel.  Yeah, sure pardner, next time right.  Remember the one we did with... oh yeah.  He is coming back around.  Yeah don't sweat it if he wants I'll hold his hand again but remember -- next time you're the good guy not me.

Declaration

No, your honor.  I did not say it, not until they put the electricity on my head.  No, no other parts of my body no, no... excuse me I'm sorry I know it's not funny but... I can't help it ha ha he hee hee ha ha ha ha....

...done alright.  Thank you.  No.  I definitely plead Not Guilty.

Inquest Answer

As a matter of fact I did, but no, he didn't.  The....

Inquest Question

And no you, officer, in the course of your duties, regularly interrogate suspects?  What?  Yes, I mean subjects.  Do you?

The old lady who lives down the street saw.

Saw nothing, but heard the talking outside her window that Thursday evening just before she would have lit her lamp in the front reoom but she didn't, and listened. The two cops w ere talking in whispers, almost, but she heard almost every word through her dark lace curtains masking the open window.  One of them is named Angel.  She knows him -- he shot her dog two years ago.  It recovered all right, but always knows when he's coming around, now, even before he turns the corner on his beat down the block.  He puts his ears back and silently looks over at his old lady with a stare of fear and pain and she knows, Maggy knows.  That's probably why she didn't light the lamp that evening. Then she heard the footsteps. Then they stopped.

"Well, you get it?"
"Keep it down, will ya?"
"Okay, okay..."
A noise of clicking keys and handcuffs.
"Yeah, okay, they work.  Thanks."
"You own me one for this, Angel."
"Yeah, but remember last year."
"Uh huh.  What the hell you think I'm here giving you these for anyway?  Cause you and me, pardner.  To the death, right?"
"Right."

Then they went away.  But that was not what they told the inquest.  Said they were someplace else, eating at his house, not in this neighborhood, no.

The old lady, Maggie, though about it.  They still hadn't called her up front to speak.  Maybe tomorrow.

But then again, maybe not.  There were, after all, still those stolen jewels buried in her basement.  Yes.