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Sure. Sure, I understand, Commissioner.

But I have the whole department trying to find that man.

But, Commissioner, they are no clue, no pattern, nothing to go by.

I'll guarantee you, Mr. Commissioner, that I will do all I can to solve this

problem.

Boy,

you look like hell.

You got a problem there?

Yeah, a problem. What problem? Except that the dynamite, or whatever you call

them, has striked against. This time he blew up a fisherman and his wife,

plus one girl right out of the water.

Then he didn't stop there. He burned what I think is her girlfriend, or at

least we don't know yet, burned her on the ground, lying down, tied as a cross.

Did he rape them too?

How do I know if he raped her? There's nothing left of either of us.

Well, we can't do much good in here.

Let's go try to find some food.

Well, Mr. Friedman, looks like you're going to look for a job.

It isn't any business of yours if I'm going to work or not.

The rent is paid, and I've got plenty more.

So do not worry, oh charming princess.

Well, this is a respectable place, and I don't want the reputation of renting to

bums. As a matter of fact, I have a job.

I even have a mission in life.

It just reminds me, I forgot my lunchbox.

Joe had been following a car for some time in which two lovers he was pursuing

kept evading him.

In reaching a parking lot where Joe thought he had seen the car stop, He

approached the car which was now empty and did what he had to.

It was the wrong car.