"What do you think about that, boss? The guy just doesn't appreciate a sense of humor. He ran off like a scared rabbit." Brummer scratched his chin fiercely.
I asked him what he thought of Franklin as a suspect. "As a suspect, I like him," Brummer said. "He would look very nice on the witness stand, if he would take the stand of course, and he would provide evasive, equivocal answers which would be amusing for the jury." Brummer looked at me with deep concentration.
"Yeah," I said. "Rabbit trails leading everywhere and nowhere. I don't like him either."
Brummer said, "I like him for something else, I don't know what. I don't think he killed Taasche, but he's covering something else up."
"That probably is a good evaluation. I don't even know why I am here Brummer. You think like a well oiled machine."
"Lt. Argyle, if you weren't here I would think like a rusty wheel, and that's a fact, sir."