"Wow." Natalie shook her head. "And still, they executed him?"
"That they did." Leland nodded slowly.
"But that's not the best part." Randy grinned slightly from the chair he had pulled up. "Tell her what happened next."
"Randy, I'm getting to that." He paused for a moment. "You're not talking about meeting Tim Curry on the street, are you?"
Randy bliked twice. "Tim Curry? I thought that was Gary Busey with a beard."
Leland just shook his head sadly and was silently glad no one else had heard them.
"Gary Busey with a beard. Tehehehe..." A little old woman two beds away giggled in a high pitched chirp. Then, for a moment, she fiddled with her hearing aid, obviously unable to hear the conversation she had stopped by interruption.
Natalie couldnt help but crack a smile. Just as Leland couldnt help but roll his eyes at Randy.
"Anyway," Randy began, but the woman jumped and quickly turned her hearing aid down a bit. Randy kept a watch on her as he began to speak. "Anyway, we went to the junkyard..." But he stopped watching once he was convinved he wasnt going to hurt her ear by speaking, then he caught Leland's gaze.
"Sorry. Captain." And Randy hushed himself by placing a finger to his lips.
"And we didnt like what we saw when we got there." Leland concluded. "In fact..."
Earlier, At the Junk Yard...
Lorne Grithen was, by all definition, a stern man. His grey hairline had long ago receeded over his head but he compensated by framing his face in thin square-ish beard that traced his jawline in white.
And his eyes narrowed and hardened on Stottlemeyer and Disher the moment he saw them.
What's this about?" Lorne demanded.
Stottlemeyer looked at Disher as if to say 'Did you see that? He knew we were cops.'
Disher responded by licking the corners of his mouth for unseen remnants of his lunch.
"I am Captian Stottlemeyer and this is Lt. Disher..."
"I'm his protoge." Disher piped in as Stott rolled his eyes.
Lorne looked disgusted yet politely replied. "How nice for you." Then he turned to try and make his way toward the gate of the junk yard.
"And we're with the San Francisco police department." Stottlemeyer seemed to lasso him and draw him back with those words.
"So how can I help you?" Lorne asked. "You need a tow? Junk car hauled off, what?"
"You ever hear the name Vincent Immorie?" Disher asked. "Felon, being executed..." he checked his watch. "In about an hour."
"No, I dont think so. What'd he do?" Lorne eyed Disher suspiciously.
"It's more about what he didn't do, Mr. Grithen. We had him dead to rights for killing two young girls and we were pretty sure he was responsible for the disappearance of four to six more girls from the area." Stottlemeyer met Lornes eyes. "But now we think he really only did the first two."
"What, will that get him a stay of execution or somthing? Some sort of legal loophole to ..."
"It's no loophole. And nothing's going to stop that execution. But he called me to the prison this morning and you know what he told me?" Stottlemeyer's eyes pierced him like a lethal predator's fang. "He said that you did it. That you killed those other girls. And you know what?"
"What?" Disher asked, as though he really didnt know.
"I bet there are bodies, here, on this lot, waiting to be found."
Lorne swallowed hard and cast a glance to his left, seemingly staring at nothing. "You're nuts." Beads of sweat began to form and send shivers through him as they rolled down his back and the sides of his face. He said at last. "Get a warrant."
"You know what's great about innocent people Randy?" Stott smiled wide. "They dont sweat like they're in a sauna on one of the coldest mornings in recent history."
And now Lorne could feel Randy's eyes taking on that same predatory aspect as Randy commented "No. No, they dont." And with a flip of his wrist he closed his notebook and when thier eyes met... Lorne was forced to look away.
Randy followed Lelands lead and they started walking back towards the car. About half way Leland turned and began walking backwards.
Lorne still stood, fixed in place, his head bowed, as though afraid to move.
"What did you call it?" Leland taunted him. "A warrant? I'll have to get right on that."
And with that the Captian whipped around and headed for his car.
Disher whispered. "Will the phone taps be running by now?"
"In the van to your left." Stottlemeyer told him. "FBI is offering to share it's satelite data of the city. High resolution shots of the junk yard from above. That should have stated by now but it's on an eight minute delay. Never the less, we'll know exactly where he goes inside there and exactly who he calls for help."
"It's brilliant." Randy nodded, impressed.
"Only if it works." Leland reminded him. "Only if it works."
Just then Kelsey Grammer, wearing a full beard, jumped out in to the street and ran across thier paths.
"Hey!" Disher looked at him. "Isn't that..."
"Yeah!" Stottlemeyer nodded. "I think it is!"