Rizzles Story

Chapter 29

In the Morgue

Jane: How much longer?

Maura: With or without your hovering?

Jane: Without.

Jill: It's just so sad. All Theresa and Walton had was each other, and now I mean, I get how Walton ended up alone. He was kind of a nut. But Theresa-How does that happen?

Claire: You put your head down, you get lost in a fantasy, you wake up ten years later, and you realize that it doesn't hug back. Theresa chose to be alone, whether she meant to or not.

Jill: She was avoiding the ick.

Maura: See what happens when no one hovers? Check this out. When you hang yourself, the rope leaves a bruise, like this, only this one's pretty faint. Here, he's got a slightly darker bruise, which means that he was strangled and then strung up. And since there's no sign of a struggle, I'm guessing he was drugged first.

Upstairs

Korsak: That reporter girl's here with a guest.

Jane: What is that smell?

Cindy: Elephant man. See his necklace? I cracked the code.

With Martin A.K.A Elephant Man

Jane: So Theresa's story was about you?

Martin: Me and a whole bunch of street dudes.

Korsak: You're talking about that story she did five months ago, on that bottom-feeder who coerced homeless men to smack each other around on video.

Martin: I wasn't involved in all that, but I got to know Theresa. After that, she kept coming around with food and blankets on cold nights.

Cindy: So she was there, six weeks ago when Martin fell and he cut his head open. She took him to get treatment at Mission Cross North hospital, and the thing is, because Martin is homeless, they called the Castro free clinic to see if he had medical records.

Martin: Then they wouldn't give me any pain pills. Said that my medical records showed I was already on all kinds of stuff. Thought I was, u-uh, what-What they call that?

Cindy: Drug seeking. But he-He wasn't.
Martin's not on anything. Theresa had his blood tested. It's all in the notebooks.

Martin: I never even been to Castro free clinic, unless you count getting free food off that van they got going around sometimes.

Jill calls someone.

Jill: It's me. Hold on. This is my boyfriend Luke. He's a doctor at Mission Cross North. With your permission, he's gonna fax over those medical records.

She hands him the phone.

Morgue-Checking Martin Over

Martin: No car, no electricity.

Maura: Cough for me.

Martin: I got a zero-carbon footprint.

Maura: Well, that's it. You're a prince, Martin. So, uh, you coming with?

Tom: I'm giving her some space. In the meantime, I think I'm gonna take Martin here down to the showers.

Martin: And waste all that water? Uh-Uh.

He walks out.

Claire: I'm no internist, but pending blood work and urinalysis, I'd say he'll live to be 102.

Jane: So the diabetes, the bad back, the high blood pressure..

Maura: Fake, fake, fake, all by Dr. Raine Van Aiken.

Jane: Which means we've got the wife for fraud and malpractice, but as for the murders, we have nothing that's not circumstantial. Which makes getting the confession all the more fun.

Cindy: Do you four have some sort of thing?

Claire: Mm, we're friends. We share information.

Cindy: What, like a club?

Jane: No.

Cindy: Not a club. Got it.