Thats right. Im on the frequency of the Red Line dispatching office. Security at Cowl and Comely was very tight. During nonbusiness hours you needed a security card to get into the building. Even during business hours your card was required to access the elevators. Visitors had to present ID and were photographed and signed in at the security desk after whoever they were visiting was contacted and the okay given. Then they were escorted to the elevator by security, and only the floor they were authorized to visit was made accessible. When they were done, the only floor they could punch in and access without a security card would be the lobby. All of the coming-and-going information on guests and employees was electronically recorded. my first fat girl Frances had stopped crying now.All right, she said. “What do you want to know? You didnt think that, well, maybe these two guys with the guns might get just a little offended? You know, a little pissed off at you and maybe even get it into their heads that they oughta plunk a few shots your way? Shut the hell up, the bartender said. Yes, Enright Harlan said, I did some work for Mrs. Claffin. Oh, Mr. Jackson from your office was here this morning. He talked with her. Why is that funny? Itis his business. And he has a penthouse apartment there. If you know all about it, as you claim to, then maybe you understand why I did what I did. I tried like hell to get CID to take a second look. I went through my chain of command and got stonewalled. Hawkins had friends at high levels, and the Army didnt want the bad optics of one officers killing another. Mason sighed.Cant you see what youve done? If you had told me this story, I could have given you some intelligent advice. You lied to me, and now youre out on a limb. Moreover, you made the mistake of talking to Ruth Marvel. You got some ID? I rose and went into the kitchen. There was nobody there. Just a kettle and a jar of Yuban instant coffee and a box of sugar cubes. I felt the kettle. It was warm, nearly hot. I made myself go look into the bathroom. There are five quarts of blood in the human body, but there seemed to be more than that in the bathroom. It was all over everything, the tub, the toilet, the sink, the floor, even the walls. Oh, Id say it was about probably around six-thirty. Ill start looking around by the statue. Maybe he hid it behind it..