CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
I say hello to the morgue attendants and find Jim in a cold room standing beside a roll-out drawer that holds the mortal remains of the old man murdered behind the Bucket of Blood. The body has been cleaned and the old man, with his hair combed and the sheet pulled up to his chin, looks as though he is having a peaceful sleep.
"What's up, Jim? Something new on the old man?"
"Gene, I have to hand it to you. Your intuition was right on track. This old gentleman was certainly not your run of the mill bum. When we went through his clothes we found five thousand dollars sewed into the lining of his jacket. This should give you the base for a powerful human interest story, and if you can get it out on the AP wire, we might get lucky and get an identification."
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