ironic, isn't it?
freezing. but i'm getting warmer.
yeah. and i thought everyone liked eddie.
dude in the dress is eddie solomon, used to buy scag off a corner till he kicked it and found his happiness with crack and then started dealing himself. word on the street was he was saving up for an operation.
yeah, eddie was a real character. had these girls cooked the rocks he called the rockettes.
yonelle. looks like someone raped her, shot her, then threw her out the window. fuckin' animals.
let's get some air.
other than we had so much fun the last time we worked together. you gonna tell me why you're comin' to me instead of the fbi?
you know, i'm not in homicide any more.
yeah, i'm crimes against persons and property now, also sex crimes and child abuse.
yeah, and, as you can see, home invasions are big, too.
who was the friend?
christ, i know snoopy miller. he's a fuckin' wackjob thinks he's sugar ray leonard. hangs out with a couple other grade-a nutcases over on the west side.
that's fine, but i don't want you to talk to miller alone.
yes, you are. i'll call you tomorrow with the address.
karen, you gonna promise me you're not gonna go in, do anything stupid till i get there.
we're a few minutes away. just sit tight, stay outta the house till we get there, understand?
karen, i told you not to--