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[orangetoughguy]

So a couple decided to spend the weekend driving up from LA to San Jose. Along the way their car runs out of gas, real smart huh? The husband, he leaves the wife in the car to go find a pump. About a half hour later, the guy comes back with a gallon of gasoline but inside their car, the wife is dead. She's sitting in the passenger seat with a big old hunting knife sticking out of her chest. All the doors are still locked, the windows are up, none of them are broken. The car doesn't have a scratch, it looks the same exact way it was when he left it. How did the murderer kill the wife?

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[saidrepent]

Call me curious.

Especially since this isn't the first time we've spoken and you tried to hide something from me.

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[orangetoughguy]

Are you still on a psycho's shitlist?

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[saidrepent]

Haven't heard from him in a while. [A beat.] Or seen him.

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[orangetoughguy]

Lucky you. You oughta know how this works, officer. Nobody trades anything for free.

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[saidrepent]

[Of course that's how it works.]

What do you want, then?

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[orangetoughguy]

If you're not busy you can come by off the Square and show me what you've got.

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[saidrepent]

"What I've got"? [There's a question there, but it's conceding.]

What time?

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[orangetoughguy]

Hey you have to make it worth my time. [Because he's ronery and wants to hang out with another cawp.] Tomorrow night?

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[saidrepent]

Fair enough.

Tomorrow night it is.