The A List

After doing some research, narcotics came up with many positive "hits" for the substance in question. None of it with the nerve toxin found in the eviscerated hearts.

"Looks like we've got our work cut out for us," said the chief, poring over the list of files. "There must be over 300 hits here." Doc whistled softly, Ramoos just looked on. "How the hell are we going to cover all of this?", asked Doc. "We don't...we just choose a few lucky customers. Let's work on the convictions first..." said the chief.

"Let's see we've got a young white male already. Let's diversify. Here we go...she sounds Hispanic. Xelica Ximenez...hmmm, exotic dancer, who would've guessed?" "Where is she?", asked Doc. "She is downstairs."

Doc and Ramoos had Xelica escorted from her cell. Doc looked at her through the 2-way, "Whoa. Daddy wants to play." "Easy Doc. Let's be professional and treat her like a lady," said Ramoos. "Yeah, sure, like a convicted drug-using, exotic dancer lady." "Easy Doc, you can get laid later, right now we're interviewing her. I suggest you stay out here." "I suggest not." "Fine. Hands off." "Right, professional is the word for the day." "Cut it out."

They walked in. Xelica just spat on the floor. "That's not very lady-like..." said the Doc. "Screw you puerco..." said Xelica. "Hi Xelica, I'm Detective Ramoos, and that's...that's Doc." "Screw you muchacho." "Por favor, mujer, please calm down. We just have a few questions about some of your suppliers. We understand you like to get high on a particular kind of drug cocktail, is that right." "You mean the shit that got me busted?" "Yeah, exactly, flip your dealer, and maybe can work out a deal for you." "No problem, porkie, I'll be glad to give up those cucaraches.' "Please go on," said Doc, "Ilove some talking with tough talking ladies." Ramoos just glanced at Doc. "Never mind him, just tell us who your supplier is, please?"

"Man, I'll bet he's got more balls than your friend, and he's dead." "Dead, how?" "Or maybe not." "You're confusing us Xelica." "First you say he's dead, and then he's not. How is that?" "He's not alive, either." Ramoos looked at Doc. "We've got a couple of guests we'd like to introduce you to." "Huh? Who's that?"