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“Mr. Hamilton, sorry to bother you at this hour sir,” the man was half pushing his way through the door.

Hamilton was still groggy from being awakened from a sound sleep and erotic dream of Detective Ellioto…his business jumping beneath a Terry cloth robe.

“I’m Detective Donohue,” he showed his badge to Thad. “May I come in?”

“Sure Detective, let me get some lights here,” Hamilton fumbled.

Donohue followed.

“Coffee Detective,”

“Just water, thanks.”

“Where is Detective Ellioto…is there some problem?”

“Mr. Hamilton, it is my duty to advise you that anything you say,”…

My God Thad thought, does this thing never stop? Maybe Ellioto was correct when she said that most people stay away from tainted property because it always seems to rub off. All Thad could think of at this hour was getting back to bed, but now this policeman was reading him his Miranda rights.

“Look, Detective Donohue, I have been very cooperative during this investigation but you are really intruding on my privacy and now, at this hour? I demand the right to speak with my attorney if you’re reading me my rights!”

“We will get to that in due course Mr. Hamilton, but right now you can answer a few questions here or I’ll be taking you downtown”

“Now I’m under arrest? For what? Just tell me what is going on?”

“Detective Gina Ellioto is dead and you may have been the last person to see her!”

Detective Donohue made good on his threat. The prosecutor felt good there was probable cause to detain Hamilton and so did Donohue. He was certain that forensics would turn up the necessary evidence once they had run both apartments for prints. And most importantly, he didn’t want the cop killer to have the opportunity to run. But then why hadn’t he? The criminal mind he had thought, capable of any amount of delusion. When it is plain for all to see, the criminal sees nothing! He knew that he could hold Hamilton for forty eight hours and he would get the confession. And who knows, maybe this guy did the whacking on the Mattingly case as well. He’d get the old lady in for the line up! It’s a stretch but you just never know, maybe Hamilton is a real sicco, homo. All the neighbors had said that Mattingly was a flaming fagot. They had seen him at the late night parties there in the garden, dancing and holding ass; filthy prick got what he deserved. Dirty degenerate homo succo of the big salami. Donohue’s mind raced with all the possibilities, years of ground work. His head swelled with thoughts of the press weighing in on his every statement, the Mayor patting him on his shoulder, maybe a new car and raise. Dirty Harry reincarnated… make my day m-o-t-h-e-r-f-u-c-k-e-r!

The cell was not a pretty sight, the area had the smell and feel of a freighter, all metal. Hamilton’s head was spinning with the thoughts of Gina…murdered! Jesus, he thought, I didn’t even get to know her first name. She was such a beauty, and just as they were getting to know each other. He knew that he was moments away from nocturnal bliss, the plunge into the magic moss and the world that creates such opportunity for romance and even love! Life’s hand, dealt precariously…one moment you are handing out spades, diamonds and hearts…then a club hits you in the ass and the bits and pieces that you shared are gone, and a bit of magic as well…perhaps never to be shared with another living person.

Maybe he should have told Donohue he didn’t know anything but his better judgment told him to remember that cops often have their own agenda that permits the truth to be obscured by a slight variation of the evidence. With thousands of cases that go without solution, hang on to the one with probable cause. But what was probable about this case? Hamilton had neither known the victims nor did he have a problem accounting for his time. Well for sure on the Mattingly murder, but then there was the old lady - she would know that he wasn’t guilty of the murder of Mattingly.

Who was Mrs. Toddy? Another missing first name? The cops had her in a secure spot. That’s what Gina had told him. But is that so; do they know where she is? Or has she flown to some distant relative in fear of her life? If the cops have her, and they have a cop killer, or their profile of what a cop killer looks like… they could put a lot of ideas in an old lady’s mind. You know how old women get, most with minor dementia, and then the onset of Alzheimer’s. By the time Donohue and others finished with her in the early morning hours she would be ready, willing and able to identify Hamilton as Attila the Hun or at least the lover and killer of Dennis Mattingly!