Transvestia

"What you want with him," said a haggard old woman who blocked the doorway.

"I'm investigating the incident involving Thomas Warden and the boy."

"I'm his mother" the woman grunted.

"Come in."

Albert was sitting in front of a television set with his leg dangling loosely over a chair arm. He hardly looked up when Cole entered the room.

"Who are you, another reporter ?" he asked.

"No, I'm a private detective."

"I've already said all I'm going to. Can't you cops let me alone for a while. I'm a sensitive young child who was attacked by that molestor punk, or don't you remember?"

"I'm not a cop, "quipped Cole, "I'm working for Tom Warden."

"Get out of here." roared Leone. "So you're on that queer's side huh" Well I ain't saying nothing to you. Blow man!

Cole had gotten what he wanted. Leone's reaction was typical of his type and his face registered fear. If all else failed this could be one weapon to get to the truth.

"I'll be seeing you around kid." said Cole. "I hope you and your playmates aren't attacked by anymore 10 ft. queers." The door slammed behind him. Next stop, the courthouse.

Jimmy had already arranged for a subpoena so that Cole could get a look at the juvenile records of the boys involved in this case. After stopping at the Clerk of the Court's office to pick it up,

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