Dragnet: Big Mink AFRS48

Dragnet. It was Saturday, November 23rd, with Warrman, Los Angeles. We were working the night watch out of homicide detail. My partner's Ben Romero. Boss is Blaine Steed, Captain of Homicide. My name's Friday. It was 6.35 p.m. and we got to the corner of Western and Lexington.

The Western fur shop. Hi, Brendan. Hi. What happened, Frank? The owner's been shot. His name's Albert Krueber. You know. What was that? was a subscriber. Haven't been able to get anything out of her. Where's the body? In the back. Monk Rizz is back there. Did you call a lamb? Yeah. Jones on his way.

A dog or fur and finger print men with him. Alright, just take a look. Nothing seems to be messed up. Backroom is. It was a small shop. A couple of fur coats on dummies on one side of the storm. On the other, a tall glass case holding about 15 more. Mrs.

This criver sat on a straight back chair, staring at the floor. We went through the curtains into the back room, the store. Sprawled out on the floor, the fire into the room was the body of a man.

He had a fur coat ripped in one hand. Sergeant Mercury from Hollywood Division was standing by. What do you think, a mother? Looks like a couple of R. Do you call the coroner? Yeah. Calling you been here, mother?

Just a couple of months. You think Mrs. Criver moved anything here? I don't think so. She was sitting in that chair when we got here. I don't think she's moved except to call in. you put in the call? Yeah. Empty chills down the floor. Got a pencil? Yeah. Thirty-two. Yeah.