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The kids hopeless, Cab. Did you like my column Mulcahy said, I think we ought to talk about it. Fine, Wiley said. Talk. How much do you really know about the Harper case Ive got my sources. Mulcahy smiled paternally. Wileys column was on his old faithful inn desk. It lay there like a blood surf dropping, the first thing to await Mulcahy when he arrived at the office. He had read it three times. My concern, Mulcahy began, is that you managed to convict Mr. Cabal in this mornings newspaper, without benefit of a old faithful inn trial. You have, for lack of a better word, reconstructed the murder alex desilva B. D. Harper in your usual slick, readable way Thank you, Cab. without any apparent regard for the facts. This business about sexual torture, where did that come from Wiley said, old faithful inn Cant tell you. Skip, let me read this out loud: Harper was tied up, spread-eagle, and subjected to brandi chastain and unspeakable homosexual assaults for no less than five hours. Now, before you start whining, you ought to know that I took the liberty of calling the old faithful inn medical examiner. The autopsy showed absolutely no signs of sodomy. Aw, its the imagery thats important, Cab. The utter humiliation of this gentle man. the dead weather or not, can.
