manny brock was dead. the bullet entered just above the heart. he didn't feel the floor when he hit it. who was he, mike? i figured you'd ask that. his name was emanuel brock. "b-r-o-c-k"? that's right. out of st. louis. least, that's the way he registered. staying here long? three days. this time. what d'yah know about him, mike? but i guess he was all right. what time d'yah hear the shot? well it was about...ten...maybe fifteen minutes ago. does that make it about 10:20? yeah, about that. where were yah? downstairs in the lobby. see anybody? well, mike? i was asleep. d'yah see anybody when you went upstairs? nu-uh. he could have gone out the back though. probably did. well there's nothing in there. did you go through his pockets? well i didn't figure that was my place. did he ever have anybody up here in his rooms? a couple. hankercheiff, a comb, a pocket knife, and sen-sen. and 62 cents of change. i didn't get to know him well, hoby. when he'd come in he was alone. he'd leave his call, go to bed. mhm. well here's his order bo well...one thing's