One doesn’t press the grapes for
evidence of the wine,
especially when the grapes are
clearly tagged as evidence themselves.
I’m Detective Frank Green.
I used to work Vice.
Now I work Homicide.
And nothing pisses me off more
than when some gung-ho s*&t for brains
improperly handles a key piece of evidence
allowing a cold-blooded killer to walk free,
putting him back to the streets where he can –
AND MOST DEFINITELY WILL – kill again.
You hear that Perkins?