Murder, She Wrote: Murder On Parade: Murder On Parade
“I knew from previous experience that the coffeepot at our sheriff’s office had likely been on all day, and the result was a viscous liquid closer to shellac than anything Juan Valdez would have been proud to offer. Of course, Amos knew that, too, as did Rick, from having spent a portion of his professional life in station houses. We settled in Mort’s office, and he asked us to write out a statement of what we’d seen during our nocturnal walk. That reminded me that I’d promised to write a stat...ement regarding the attack in the parking lot at Peppino’s. I’ll deal with that later, I decided. The statements we gave concerning what we’d seen on this night were uniformly short. We’d seen nothing. “Did you ever get any dinner, Mort?” I asked. “Got called away just as I was sitting down.” “You must be starving by now,” I said. He patted his stomach. “I guess I can afford to lose a pound or two. I’ll get something later.” “You said that yellow T-shirt was found with the body?”MoreLess
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