Mr. Reshmi...
Hi.
Yeah, my name is Joseph Dubois.
I wonder if your supervisor would be interested in learning you've spent the last ten minutes chatting with a nine year old.
That's right, nine.
Well, all right, let me be really clear about something,
I don't want you calling here again.
I don't want you harassing my family.
And if it continues, then I'm going to call the authorities.
Good-bye.
A hiker's dog sniffed him out of a shallow grave in boyce park this morning.
Somebody stabbed him a couple dozen times, then they dissected him with a chain saw.
The best bet is your friend here died somewhere close to midnight.
That's the same tattoo from my dream.
Now, what would really be helpful would be if you could give me a complete description of this guy.
A little something more than, uh, four feet tall, no arms, no legs, no head.
You know, I could probably also give you the description of the guy who did this to him.
What are you talking about?
You saw the murder?
You never mentioned that.
Well, not exactly.
It wasn't realistic.
But there was a man in the dream who was definitely interested in his limbs.
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