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Pam Smith: "What!?"

You: "I'm a Detective with the Stickville Police Department. Is this Dolly Thump's apartment?"

Pam Smith: "Dolly doesn't live here anymore.
I'm Pam Smith, her ex-roommate."

You: "May I come in?"

Pam Smith: "Hell no! I don't like cops. Whatever you have to say you can say from right where you are.

You: "O.K...... I Regret that I must inform you that Dolly was found dead earlier today."

Pam Smith: "That figures! I have not heard from her for two weeks. The stupid twit owed me for rent!"

You: "We suspect that she might have been the victim of foul play. Where was the last place you saw her alive?"

Pam Smith: "She left here around 1am on the 15th of this month to go to 'work'.

You: "Where did she work?"

Pam Smith: "She was a one-woman 'escort service' - she worked on any old street where the cops weren't bothering her. When I saw her last she was all whiny about this guy that she was afraid of.

You: "What guy?"

Pam Smith: "Some bald guy. I saw her get into his car. It was around the 9th. She went back to his house and something must have happened there because she was weirded out afterwards. She said that if I ever saw him that I shouldn't tell him where we live and stuff."

You: "Did she say why she was scared of him."

Pam Smith: "No. She was a real stupid twit. She probably ripped him off or something."

You: "What did he look like?"

Pam Smith: "He was bald, pink skinned, in his early 20's.... It was dark so I didn't get a real good look at him."

You: "May I come in and look at her stuff?"

Pam Smith: "Don't bother - After she didn't come back for a week I put all her stuff in a box and threw it in the trash! You can go around back and pick threw the garbage if you really want. It's down the stairs and down the alley.... I need to get back to what I was doing. Bye!"