Friedlander:
Call came in at approximately 8:50 A.M., reporting unconscious female in her home. We had a unit in the park nearby. They arrived on the scene at approximately 8:55 A.M. Found victim being given first aid by woman purporting to be neighbor. Later confirmed woman as one Melissa Fuller, living next door in apartment 15B.
Victim approximately eighty-year-old woman. When originally found, was facedown on living room carpet. Witness claims in herstatement that she turned the woman to check for heartbeat, respiratory distress, etc. Victim breathing with weak pulse when EMS arrived at 9:02 A.M.
No sign of break-in or illegal entrance to home. Outside lock not tampered with. Door unlocked, according to neighbor.
According to doctors, victim was struck on the back of the head with blunt object, possibly small-caliber pistol. Assault occurred approximately twelve hours before discovery of victim. Questions put to doormen and neighbors revealed that
a) no one called upon apartment 15A the night previous to the discovery of the victim.
b) no one heard any sort of disturbance at or around 9:00 P.M. that evening.
One added note: There were a number of the victim’s clothing thrown across her bed, as if previous to accident, victim had been trying to decide what to wear. However, victim, when found, was in nightclothes, including hair curlers, etc.
A reporter might try to make something out of the fact that this could be construed as another attack by the transvestite killer. There is one major difference, however: The transvestite killer actually kills his victims, and tends to stick around to make sure they are really dead.
Additionally, the transvestite killer’s victims have all been in their twenties, thirties, and forties. Mrs. Friedlander, though apparently spry for her age, was unlikely to be mistaken for a younger woman.
Well, that’s it. We got nothing. Of course, if the old lady croaks, that’ll change things. But unless that happens, this is being treated as an interrupted robbery.
That’s all I can think of.
Good luck.
Paul
To: Nadine Wilcock
From: Mel Fuller
Subject: He didn’t mean it
Nadine, you know he didn’t mean it. At least not the way you think he did.
All Tony was saying is that if you’re going to sit around and complain about your weight so much, why not do something about it and join a gym. He never said you were fat. All right? I was there. HE DID NOT SAY YOU’RE FAT.
Now are you seriously going to tell me you didn’t you have fun at the party? And Tony’s uncle Giovanni is a doll. That toast he gave the two of you…it was so sweet! I swear, Nadine, sometimes I’m so jealous of you I could burst.
I would give anything to find a guy with an uncle Giovanni who’d throw me a pool party and call me a Botticelli Venus.
And you did NOT look fat in that suit. My God, it had enough Gortex in it to keep Marlon Brando’s flab in check. Your tiny belly didn’t stand a chance.
So would you snap out of it and act like an adult?
If you’re good, I’ll let you come over and spy on Max Friedlander with me…. Oooh, look, tonight he’s got on a muscle tee….
Mel
To: Mel Fuller
From: Nadine Wilcock
Subject: My butt
You are lying. About the muscle tee and about what Tony meant. You know good and well he meant that he’s sick of my size 16 rearend. I am sick and tired of my size 16 rear end. And I fully intend to join a gym.
I just don’t need Tony suggesting it.
It’s his fault I’m this size, you know. I was a size 12 until he came along and started making me his trademark pappardelle alla Toscana with four cheeses and a marsala wine sauce every night. “Oh, baby, come on, just try a taste, you’ve never had anything like it.”
Ha!
And what about his rigatoni alla vodka? Vodka, my ass. That’s a cream sauce, and nobody can tell
Call came in at approximately 8:50 A.M., reporting unconscious female in her home. We had a unit in the park nearby. They arrived on the scene at approximately 8:55 A.M. Found victim being given first aid by woman purporting to be neighbor. Later confirmed woman as one Melissa Fuller, living next door in apartment 15B.
Victim approximately eighty-year-old woman. When originally found, was facedown on living room carpet. Witness claims in herstatement that she turned the woman to check for heartbeat, respiratory distress, etc. Victim breathing with weak pulse when EMS arrived at 9:02 A.M.
No sign of break-in or illegal entrance to home. Outside lock not tampered with. Door unlocked, according to neighbor.
According to doctors, victim was struck on the back of the head with blunt object, possibly small-caliber pistol. Assault occurred approximately twelve hours before discovery of victim. Questions put to doormen and neighbors revealed that
a) no one called upon apartment 15A the night previous to the discovery of the victim.
b) no one heard any sort of disturbance at or around 9:00 P.M. that evening.
One added note: There were a number of the victim’s clothing thrown across her bed, as if previous to accident, victim had been trying to decide what to wear. However, victim, when found, was in nightclothes, including hair curlers, etc.
A reporter might try to make something out of the fact that this could be construed as another attack by the transvestite killer. There is one major difference, however: The transvestite killer actually kills his victims, and tends to stick around to make sure they are really dead.
Additionally, the transvestite killer’s victims have all been in their twenties, thirties, and forties. Mrs. Friedlander, though apparently spry for her age, was unlikely to be mistaken for a younger woman.
Well, that’s it. We got nothing. Of course, if the old lady croaks, that’ll change things. But unless that happens, this is being treated as an interrupted robbery.
That’s all I can think of.
Good luck.
Paul
To: Nadine Wilcock
From: Mel Fuller
Subject: He didn’t mean it
Nadine, you know he didn’t mean it. At least not the way you think he did.
All Tony was saying is that if you’re going to sit around and complain about your weight so much, why not do something about it and join a gym. He never said you were fat. All right? I was there. HE DID NOT SAY YOU’RE FAT.
Now are you seriously going to tell me you didn’t you have fun at the party? And Tony’s uncle Giovanni is a doll. That toast he gave the two of you…it was so sweet! I swear, Nadine, sometimes I’m so jealous of you I could burst.
I would give anything to find a guy with an uncle Giovanni who’d throw me a pool party and call me a Botticelli Venus.
And you did NOT look fat in that suit. My God, it had enough Gortex in it to keep Marlon Brando’s flab in check. Your tiny belly didn’t stand a chance.
So would you snap out of it and act like an adult?
If you’re good, I’ll let you come over and spy on Max Friedlander with me…. Oooh, look, tonight he’s got on a muscle tee….
Mel
To: Mel Fuller
From: Nadine Wilcock
Subject: My butt
You are lying. About the muscle tee and about what Tony meant. You know good and well he meant that he’s sick of my size 16 rearend. I am sick and tired of my size 16 rear end. And I fully intend to join a gym.
I just don’t need Tony suggesting it.
It’s his fault I’m this size, you know. I was a size 12 until he came along and started making me his trademark pappardelle alla Toscana with four cheeses and a marsala wine sauce every night. “Oh, baby, come on, just try a taste, you’ve never had anything like it.”
Ha!
And what about his rigatoni alla vodka? Vodka, my ass. That’s a cream sauce, and nobody can tell
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