Ping-pong..Ping-pong..Incoming call..T Kilmar calling.. Connecting.. “Hey Dollface!..Whoa, busy night?...Is that breakfast for me honey?” “You wish boss, I might be a little too high class for your tastes. I only drink champagne.” “Dress more like that dumpling and you’ll be able to swim in the stuff.” “Promises, promises…So what gives, you call a gal at the crack of dawn, and sober?” “You still got that contact at the precinct?” “….Yeah.” “See if they’ll let you skin your eyes on the notes from the Taggart case.” “You mean that society wife that took a swan dive into the east river?” “The very one doll.” “But that was ruled suicide, they closed that case the same day.” “Yeah…They did. Can you do it?” “…” “Come on honey, I’m counting on you. Just gussy up and flash ‘em your pearly whites.” “A bottle of Pommery ’48.” “Yowch dollface!..Done.” “Fine boss, I’ll meet you at the office at 3…no, 4 today. My contact will need a little attention.” “Lucky boy..Right, thanks love, see you at 4.” (Click) “Come get your breakfast luv, we need to talk…”