Back before me and Olsen were partners, I was with this guy, man.

He was a weird son of a bitch, but he was good at his job.

His honor about a decade longer than me taught me quite a bit, matter of fact.

He's the one that told me that there would be times when I wouldn't be able to solve the

case.

Said it wouldn't be because of me or lack of skill or anything like that, it wouldn't be

the evidence.

It wouldn't be the witness.

There'd be times when I'd be put in.

You'd have all the pieces of the puzzle.

You know, what the puzzle should look like, but for a reason, you don't know and you

can't understand.

I just want to fit.

Back in the late 80s, we drew a suspected homicide of this apartment building, real pilot

craft.

Neighbors had complained about a smell coming from one of the units, so some officers went

to check it out and ended up, we'd get the call.

Girls found rap completely indental floss.

I mean, each of her fingers and toes were individually wrapped, as were each of her limbs

and her torso and her ears and the rest of her head.

And then another layer went over everything.

It was raps, so none of her skin was visible.

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