The Silver Blue Matter - Ep 3

From Hollywood it's time now for Johnny dollar wake you up Johnny. Oh Garcia. No just finished breakfast Oh, are you special investigators do live suppose that insurance company of yours could put me on expense account?

Maybe if you found that hundred grand worth a stolen first just a matter of time Johnny now you're talking like a police lieutenant How soon can you come down here to headquarters? Oh, what's up? Is the watchman talked?

Oh, he's still in a coma. I want to know some more about that kid you mentioned on the phone last night petty money I don't know, that was told of me in confidence. That's Johnny. I'm going to talk to you like a policeman named Weller was knifed to death last night.

He told me yourself his death is probably... Alright, guess you. I'll be there in 20 minutes. Tonight and every weekday night, Bob Bailey and the transcribed adventures of the man with the action-packed expense account.

America's fabulous freelance insurance investigator... Was truly... Johnny Dollar. From special investigator Johnny Dollar, location Los Angeles, California, To the home office, mono-guarantee insurance company Hartford, Connecticut. Assignment? The silver-blue matter? Expense account continued. Item 10, $1.45, taxi from my hotel to the police headquarters office of Lieutenant Garcia.

The early morning fog was starting to lift in the city sprawl beneath a slate grey sky. The filtered sun should have softened things but didn't. Grey sun, grey world, drab and dreary, and a case to match.

Teenagers, not a gang of hardened criminals, a bunch of wild kids who've broken into a warehouse and stolen 84-coats silver-bloomy. A night watchman had been slugged and laid dying in the hospital, and a lunch-room owner named Red Weller had been stabbed to death the night before.