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bone for, and I’m tired of takin’ only 50 percent of his salary for the rest of his miserable life as he continues to put his self on the line to keep the streets safe for all of us.”
    The women stop knitting, stare at Rico for a moment, then resume knitting.
    Rico says, “I’m ready to bring down the whole patriarchy. Let’s do some serious ass-kickin’, bra-burnin’ knittin’!”
    The women knit.
    Rico is by the moment becoming more comfortable in his role, and more excited. He moves toward crescendo: “And I know where there are some rapos ripe for some serious knittin’, if you get my drift. Who’s with me? Yee-haw! Let’s do it!”
    The women knit.
    Rico whoops, “Rock and Roll!”
    Suzie asks, casually, “Jasmine, how did those shoes look with that lipstick you got yesterday?”
    Jasmine responds, “Ohmygod, ohmygod, Oh my god! They looked so hot! I wore them to Club Xanadu. You know the one?”
    Suzie says, “Oh, the Xan? The club with the lights? And the music?”
    â€œYou know the place!”
    â€œGirlygirlygirl, who doesn’t?”
    Jasmine, “And I met this really cute guy!”
    Mary asks, “What does he do for a living?”
    â€œHe said he sells stocks and bonds, or maybe he’s a bail bondsman or something like that. You know, high finance. Oh, he mentioned selling blood. That’s it!”
    Mary nods. “That’s nice—he has a steady job.”
    Jasmine says, “But the best part is, he has this gorgeous smile.”
    Christine asks, “Good teeth?”
    Rico’s eyes flutter, and he seems to be having a hard time breathing.
    Jasmine says, “Great teeth! And he totally loved my shoes!”
    â€œTotally?” Suzie squeals.
    â€œTotally. I could tell. And he said I was foxy. Except he said it like, ‘fox-ay.’”
    â€œFox-ay.”
    Rico pulls a tissue from his bra to wipe his sweaty forehead.
    Jasmine effuses, “He called me Foxy Lady.”
    Suzie follows up, “Only he said it ‘fox-ay’?”
    â€œYes, he said it was from an old song by Hendrix.”
    Suzie says, “I
love
Johnny Hendrix!”
    Rico’s eyes flutter again. He can barely vocalize, “It’s Jimi.”
    Suzie barely looks at him, says, “Jimi, Johnny. Whatev. The important thing is he said she was fox-ay.”
    Christine adds, “And that he had good teeth.”
    Suzie continues, “And that he loved her shoes.”
    Gina asks, “Were they the ones with the really thin straps?”
    Jasmine squeals again, says, “Yes, like a quarter inch. Or maybe it’s an eighth. Suze?”
    Suzie answers, “Definitely an eighth.”
    Rico’s eyelids flutter, his eyes roll back in his head, and then he falls out of his chair and onto the floor, insensate.
    The police are in their war room. This time the chief is reading Agatha Christie. He stops reading, ponders, then says, “Do you think the rapists are killing each other one by one,and when there are only two left each will think the other is the murderer, so one rapist will kill the other, and then out of guilt and remorse hang himself? But then we will all discover that the real murderer was one of the earlier victims, who only faked his death. Yes, I think that’s right. Pretty damned ingenious of me to figure this out, I’d say. So, to solve the crime we only need discover which of the victims is not actually dead. Flint, can you handle that?”
    Flint responds, “Um, sir, all of the victims are dead.”
    â€œDead?”
    â€œAs dinosaurs, sir.”
    â€œSomeone told me that dinosaurs evolved into chickens, so they’re really not dead. Maybe we should look into that.”
    â€œLook into chickens, sir?”
    â€œNo, the victims!”
    â€œBut the victims are all dead.”
    â€œReally? That’s damned inconvenient of them. Damn it