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determine. Dowdy asked, "Major organs? OK, I'll bite. What are the minor organs?" Abe waved him off then being updated by one of his crew, "I hope he didn't need, his brain." The left side of his skull is mush. "He has zero chance unless the neurosurgeons can swap his nuts for his noodle." They both laughed. One of the several inspectors ambled up smiling with that sideways looking grin of guess-what-I-got, dangling a wallet taken from the lone survivor about the same way that you would dangle a dead fish by its tail. Dowdy knew the look. A pleasant gift was being offered, "OK. Let's see whatcha got." As a few cards and IDs were read aloud, Abram asked, "Ahhh. I see. OK. Which one of these names do we give to the hospital? Did he look like a Maurice to you? Mmm.. Albert. Albert's a good name. I like Albert. What else? Let's see. Thurston? Thurston?? Thurston the goon? That's a stretch, huh Abe? No. Oh, get this. Kelsie Kimble. Is that the way you spell it? What's that one?" The wallet was a library of aliases. "Gotta pick. Which name means half a head left? Oh, look, in this compartment, there's more." Dowdy returned the wallet, "With all those names, not one is his, surprise surprise. I know this moron. Three of those names are hanging on my bulletin board. I guess he's under arrest. HOWIE! HOWIE! THAT ONE! HE'S A PERP," then laughed, as Inspector Howie joining the two chiefs approached with his brow raised high to express his receptivity. "Howie, read him his sorry ass rights, ha ha ha.. and run his prints." Howie, on hearing this took the occasion to approach with an odd observation that seemed out of place. One of the bodies had a screw driver driven through the eye into the skull. "Can a blast do that?" "Oh boy," Captain Dowdy didn't think so. This citizen scout leader knew his applied anatomy. Right on top of that, the observation that some of the bodies had gun shot wounds. Silent smirks dressed both the faces of the Captain and the Chief. The chief