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As Tom and Freddie watched the car fire being extinguished, Lt. Taylor, one of the city’s finest, came over.
“Why am I not surprised to find you two jokers involved in this mess?”
“We’re just as perplexed about this as you are, Lieutenant.” Tom replied. “This has nothing to do with us.”
“Maybe it was just an accident,” Freddie added.
“Right. A car explodes in a ball of flames outside your office and you’re not involved.”
“Well, we’re involved now.” Tom motioned to the car. “There is a dead body in there. I’m curious to know who it is and why they were in the car when it exploded.”
“I don’t want you two sticking your noses into the matter. This is police business.”
“We will do anything we can to help, of course” said Freddie.
“You’ll help by staying out of it. Now, did either of you two see or hear anything?”
“Do you want us to stay out of it, or answer your questions?” Tom said.
“Just answer the questions, smart ass, or I’ll run you in and let you sit in a cell until you’re ready to cooperate.”
“I’m cooperating now, Lieutenant. I’m just trying to figure out which of your conflicting directions I’m supposed to follow.”
“Answer the questions.”
“No, I didn’t see of hear anything out of the ordinary until the bomb went off.”
“How do you know it was a bomb?”
“I don’t. I’m making the assumption because cars don’t usually go up in a ball of flames without some help.”
“What about you, Freddie?”
“No, nothing out of the ordinary.”
“Right. Well, if either of you clowns think of anything you know where to find me.”
“We’ll be sure to keep in touch, Lieutenant.”