Date: Thu, 21 Jul 2005 19:07:44 -0700 (PDT)
From: Farrell Mc Nulty <brendanchenowith@yahoo.com>
Subject: Detective's Log - Chapter Five - "On the Case"

Eddie had said "we're all okay". "So you're okay, too?" When he was hit,
he screamed, grabbed his arm and went down pretty hard. A bullet grazed
his arm and left some shrapnel in it. "Yeah, I was pretty lucky. It ain't
my first and it ain't gonna be my last, either", he said with a grin. "I
think if I'd been standing a couple of inches over here or there, that
would've been it for me. I thought I'd just lie still for a little bit
because I didn't wanna get it again. I think one's enough for a night,
don't you? How's your shoulder?" "Good", I says, "one little slug ain't
gonna keep me down. But, what's got me down is this hit-man thing I just
took. It's gonna be pretty tricky." "What about checking who's recently
out on parole for murder, ya know, from this area?" "Good thinking, but
hired killer want ads always say NO EXPERIENCE REQUIRED. I don't want to
cancel anyone out here." "Does this chick know where her husband hangs
out, or anything? Maybe we can stake the place out and just sort of
listen in on their conversations." Feeling like he was on a roll, Eddie
leaned across the desk, rested his right arm on the desk, pointed at me
with his left, and spoke in a half-whisper with this look of dogged
determination in his eyes that just made me week in the knees. "If it's
somethin' wrong you're doin', the secret's gonna get out somehow. Ya get
nervous and distracted, really hard to keep your cool, cuz you really
care a lot if this information gets into the wrong hands. At the same
time we both said, "I just hope we're the wrong hands."