texts: You better have a warrant.  That's my notebook, you've got no right to be sticking your fingers into it. </s> <s> I've got a morgue filling up with bodies.  That's my right. </s> <s> What do you want from me?
labels: Well, the man of the hour that we all would like to talk to about now has apparently skipped town.  And all of a sudden the Smithsonian's ambulence chaser is an expert on missing persons.