Quelli Della: Pallottola Spuntata 1x5

“You’re under arrest!” I yelled, pinning him down. “You have the right to remain silent, though I doubt you’ll be as good at it as Pierre was!”

“Frank, get down to the docks,” Captain Ed Hocken’s voice crackled over the radio. “There’s been a murder. A high-profile case. The victim was a mime.” Quelli della pallottola spuntata 1x5

I headed to the lab to see Ted Olsen. Ted was busy trying to invent a way to make water wetter. “You’re under arrest

I knelt down and looked at the body. “He’s dead, Ed. But look at his hands.” “What about them?” “He’s holding a white glove. And it’s not his.” A high-profile case

“A mime, Ed?” I asked, dodging a grandmother on a tricycle. “Was it a silent killing?” “We don’t know, Frank. He isn’t talking.”

“Thanks, Ed,” I said, looking off into the distance. “It just goes to show you: in this town, if you can’t speak up, you’re better off not saying anything at all.”

“Give me a jumbo dog,” I said, leaning in. “And go heavy on the sauerkraut. I’m a man who likes his cabbage loud.”