Characters in The Reploids

Found no Albert K. Dellums. Closest is an Albert Dillon, no middle initial. No law firm like the one on the card." "Jesus please us," McEachern said, and then the door banged open and a little man with the face of a monkey barged in.

Albert K. Dellums." He spoke this name as if it should rock both detectives back on their heels, but Cheyney had never heard of it and could tell by Pete's expression that he …

The Doc Severinsen band, one of the best showbands in the world, launched into the familiar theme: Ta-da- da-Da-da ... and the large, rolling voice of Ed McMahon cried enthusiastically: "From Los Angeles, entertainment capital of the world, it's The Tonight Show, live, with Johnny Carson!

The pass was laminated. In the corner was the NBC peacock, something only long-timers had on their cards. The face in the photo was the face of Edward Paladin. Height and weight were correct. No space for eye-color, hair-color, or age, of course; when you were dealing with ego.

One of the PA's told the intern in a low voice, "Don't worry; that's just Fred's way of committing honorable seppuku." The man who was not Johnny Carson was taken, bellowing loudly not about his lawyer but his team of lawyers, to the Burbank Police Station.

Without taking his eyes off the men, McEachern said: "You get his lawyer?" Jacoby said: "The home number on the card belongs to a cleaning woman named Howlanda Moore." McEachern flicked him another fast glance. 173 "Black, from the sound, delta Mississippi at a guess.

Cheyney put the pack back into his pocket. "Can we talk?" he asked. Paladin rolled his eyes. "Oh my God, it's Joan Raiford." "Who?" "Joan Raiford. You know, "I took Elizabeth Taylor to Marine World and when she saw Shamu the Whale she asked me if it came with vegetables?"

But, whoever he was, he was most definitely not Johnny Carson. Nor was it any of the other familiar faces TV and studio audiences had grown used to during Johnny's absences.

I want to talk to you, man. What's going on here?" Paladin shook his head dully and said, "I don't know." In the room behind the one-way glass, Jacoby joined Lieutenant McEachern, Ed McMahon (still looking stunned), and a cluster of technical people at a bank of high-tech equipment.

An angry flush burst over Paladin's face. " – on property both owned and leased by the National Broadcasting Company has been lodged against you. I am Detective 1st Grade Richard Cheyney. This man with me is my partner, Detective 2nd Grade Peter Jacoby. We'd like to interview you."

" – on property both owned and leased by the National Broadcasting Company has been lodged against you. I am Detective 1st Grade Richard Cheyney. This man with me is my partner, Detective 2nd Grade Peter Jacoby. We'd like to interview you." "Fucking interrogate me is what you mean."