Fragment never finished, never used, not even remembered.
"In case you didn't notice, this ain't the Trump Towers. I've had to wait on the coroner more times than I can count on both hands. They come a couple times in this apartment alone over the last few years. That coroner that come when the girl that lived here before you died, I never seen him before. Never seen him since. Had what looked like the right badge. But he didn't do the stuff they normally do, just stood over by that window and sent texts on his phone. They picked up the body before he ever got in his car. Looked like a setup to me, but long as I don't get blamed for no murder, I just look the other way."
"What do you think was going on?"
"Hell if I know. There was something fishy there, but I don't get paid to play Magnum P.I., so I never said nothing to no one. Just let 'em in, let 'em out."
"Do you think she really killed herself?"
"It looked like it, but who really knows just to look? She didn't work, never hardly left the building. Probably she was some drug pusher's sister, or a girlfriend, maybe the so-called coroner was some two-bit button-man for whatever they call the mob around here. No clue where they took her. No obit in the paper. No one ever came asking about her. How do you not have someone—one person at least—who wonders where you are if you don't turn up somewhere at some point?"
"For all I know, that poor kid's under a slab of concrete at the new municipal park, or rotting out in the woods somewhere in a shallow grave."
"For sure it's fucked up. Anyway! I'll give you a break on your first month's rent if you get rid of all the shit she left behind before you move in."