- That's a "Full."

- Right you are, McGillicutty.

The bed, draped with white sheets, extends directly into a coffee table, which, in turn, extends almost all the way to the TV stand. There is a one foot gap to move around in.

- What's this guy a fuckin' Hobbit?

- He walks over the top of the bed to get to the closet. See that indentation?

The detective points to a large crevasse in the middle of the bed-sheets.

- Very nice, Detective George.

- Oh, well, thank you, Detective McGillicutty.

Detective George walks a couple steps further into the apartment. A pile couch cushions is stacked loosely, one on top of the top the other. They sit in front of a mass of books, which sits underneath a radio.

- The boy is into stacking things. Very curious....

- Look, here. A copy of "The Most Beautiful Girl in Town." And lying on the bookshelf! Looks like we've got ourselves a sex freak!

- Looks like I've got myself a sex freak...

- What's that, Detective, George?

- What'd you think I said?

- I don't know, I hoped you said. 'Looks like you've got yourself a sex freak.'

- Well... What you hoped I said was what I'd hoped you heard me say.

The detectives shared a bright smile between themselves.

- But that books from the library.

And they both feigned interest at the CHICAGO PUBLIC LIBRARY stamp on the books dog eared pages. Detective George pulled a card from the inside pocket of the book. He frowned casually.

- Quite overdue, I'm afraid. Over a month.

- There's another one!

Detective McGillicutty flipped the bedsheets back and sawa copy of "The Marabou Stork Nightmares.

- Irvine Welsh. He's that drug writer.

- Hmmm. Quite. Un. Savory.

- But they're only from the library. Where's the real stuff.

The detectives flipped the loose couch cushions back and looked beneath the stereo. Dante. Blake. Homer. Stephen King. John Gardner. A wide variety of tastes....

- But see this stack here. All comic books. All in a row. As if for easy access. As if he tried the rest and.... There are more of these about!

- Shall I check the closet?

- No no. That's just for porno. Check the boys shoe size!

- O! A ten. He's a nice average boy!

- No no.

Detective George held up a pair of pants in front of himself. They ran from his shoulders to his belt buckle.

- A short boy. But I bet that thing looks big on him.

- Ohh Detective McGillicutty! You're such a naughty copper!

- Ohh, you merciless little fuck.

- Why the fuck are you guys in my apartment?

- Ohh! Who are you! We are investigating the death of Mr. Fuckhead Indigenouz.

- That's me. And I'm not dead. Why are you holding my boxer shorts?

- Just. They're... AS EVIDENCE, OF COURSE!

- OF COURSE OF COURSE OF COURSE