Like you already know we got called down to Runciter's for the animal murders. There were lots of dead animals there, sort of like you get with multiple animal murders, and Runciter was wandering around and crying like a little girl for his white tiger. We talked to him; I wanted to smack him around but Frank said no. We got some shell casings, a disk from the camera and some paint off a ground car. I pointed out that anyone drunk enough to hit a fire hydrant probably would have left far more erratic footprints, but Frank said ground cars aren't so common here. I pointed out that I didn't really care, and he made a joke about horse chrome and I patted him on the head. He's funny.

We went back to the police station. Frank won't let me drive the aircar, which really sucks because he ALWAYS TAKES THE SAME WAY. We saw Crystal Steel and I told him her should hit on her but he just sort of looked at me like I'd suddenly started speaking Swedish so we went to the lab instead.

The guy in the lab was helpful and gave us some good information on the stuff we found. We left him to analyze the rest of it and hit the esper chamber and found some pictures of this really hot guy. I told him I think it's the guy from the trailer, but he gave me that Swedish look again and so I let it go.

I suggested we check out the lead from Howie Lee's in Chinatown next, and ... well, that's all I'm taking responsibility for, because he royally screwed it up. We get there and he starts questioning people, and Howie Lee happens to mention this new chef he got. So Frank wants to go back and talk to the chef, which I really didn't think was a good idea since we don't have a search warrant or anything, but he said we didn't need one.

The chef is this big lumpy fellow and twitchier than hell, and after the first couple of questions he bolts and Frank runs after him. I heard a shot and I tried to catch up, but by the time I got around the corner Frank is standing there and looking like someone just punched him in the stomach and there's this old homeless guy laying in the alleyway. That's how it happened, honest.

Anyway, Frank was really upset about the guy, and so I had to help him dump the body in a trash bin. It was really sort of sad, and by then Frank was in no shape for further pursuit. I looked around a little on my own but couldn't find anything but a locked door, and I decided he'd had enough for one night and took him home.

He wanted to stop in at the station but I told him we'd had enough police work and he agreed with me at last. He really looked awful. When we landed at his apartment the lumpy guy ran at us out of the dark and we had to shoot him, but He got in a good cut with his cleaver. We were lucky that Gaff showed up after that; he's good with a needle and thread and it saved us a trip to the hospital. Gaff made a veiled statement about not retiring humans while he was stitching us up. I wonder if he saw what happened earlier.