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To: Mel Fuller
From: George Sanchez
Subject: Just where do you think you're going?
Don't give me that innocent look over the cubicle wall. Yes, you. What, you think I
didn't notice all the lipstick and finger-combing? You think you're getting out of here,
don't you? Well, you're living in a fantasy world. You're not getting out of here until I
see the copy on the Grant/ Hurley breakup.
Got it????
G
To: jerrylives@freemail.com
From: Mel Fuller
Subject: Dinner
Hi, John. I'm afraid I'm not going to get out of here as early as I thought. Can we scoot
dinner up to ninish?
Love,
Mel
To: Sergeant Paul Reese
From: John Trent
Subject: Touching base
Paul--
Just a note to see if you've come up with anything on the Friedlander case. I've been a
bit preoccupied lately, so I haven't called, but I got a little time on my hands, so I was
wondering if you've got anything new. You know, the other night when I came into the building,
the doorman wasn't there. When I looked around, I found him and the rest of the building staff
in the super's apartment watching the game. Understandable, of course, being the playoffs and
all, but it got me thinking: Was there a game the night Mrs. Friedlander got assaulted?
I did a little researching, and discovered that there was--at around the time the doctors say
she was most probably struck. I know it's not much, but at least it explains how someone could
have gotten into the building without being seen. Let me know if you guys have any new
information.