Detective Bekowsky: You've certainly got a way with the dames, Phelps.
Detective Phelps: Give it a rest, Bekowsky.
Detective Bekowsky: Let's see what the patrons have to say.
Detective Phelps: I'll take the bartender. You work the rest of the room.
Detective Phelps: I'm Detective Phelps of the LAPD.
Dudley Lynch: How can I help, Detective?
Detective Phelps: Your name would be a good start.
Lynch: Dudley Lynch. Hired help. I run the place when the owner is not around.
Detective Phelps: Where is the owner?
Lynch: He stepped out. Somebody had to take Lorna . . . Mrs. Pattison home.
Detective Phelps: What can you tell me about the accident?
Lynch: Not a lot. It was busy in here, and all I heard was the impact.
Detective Phelps: So what was he doing outside? It's against licensing regulations to drink on the sidewalk.
Lynch: Lester and Lorna were having a fight. The owner made them take it outside. It was pretty ugly.
Detective Phelps: Do you know the victim?
Lynch: Yeah, Lester Pattison. He's a regular here, or he was.
Detective Phelps: Not one of your favorite customers?
Lynch: Lester was special, but not my kind of special.
Detective Phelps: Was Lester drinking alone?
Lynch: No, He came here with his wife. She didn't seem too interested in the booze, though.
Detective Phelps: A witness overheard an argument.
Lynch: Lester and Lorna. There's nothing like airing your dirty laundry in public, is there?
Detective Phelps: Why was Lorna Pattison in such a hurry to leave? What is going on here?
Lynch: Lorna was pretty upset, so Leroy took her home. Lorna and Leroy are close. They've been talking about opening a new bar.
Detective Phelps: Leroy?
Lynch: Leroy Sabo. The owner.
Detective Phelps: How long have Lorna and Leroy been talking about this new bar?
Lynch: Who knows? I just serve the drinks.
Detective Phelps: Bartenders hear all sorts of things. Are you going to tell me, or do we have to start playing rough?
Lynch: When Lester was drinking, he treated Lorna like dirt. He gambled away all their money. Lorna pitched Leroy about the bar. I don't know how interested he is.
Detective Phelps: Is Leroy doing well?
Lynch: Hell no. The only thing keeping this place afloat are the poker games.
Detective Phelps: Thanks for your help, Lynch. I'm going to need you to sign a statement with the patrolman.
Lynch: Sure, no problem.
Detective Phelps: You get anything out of the regulars?
Detective Bekowsky: They weren't giving too much away. They liked watching Lester and Lorna go a few rounds every other day. And Lester was a fan of the love tap.
Detective Phelps: Operator, give me dispatch.
Operator: Putting you through now.
Detective Phelps: Phelps. Badge 1247.
Operator: How can I help, Detective?
Detective Phelps: I need to run a partial license plate, three-Charles-eight. Cross check possible Lincoln owners. Suspect vehicle is a red Lincoln Continental.
Operator: Just a moment, Detective. Only one possible make on that license. Registered to a William Shelton. 738 West Temple Street.
Detective Phelps: Thanks, ma'am.
Looks like we caught a break on this one.
Detective Phelps: You can drive.
Detective Bekowsky: All right. Where to?