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Russell Baker and I were at a Starbucks in Fullerton

It was the same Starbucks where I’d met the very creepy Robert Mason, one-time soap opera star, one-time owner of the Fullerton Playhouse, as now a full-time resident of a jail cell

My time here with Russell Baker was decidedlya loose tank top and shorts He had just finished working out with Jacky Jacky wasn’t his official trainer, but, like ht his help and considered it an honor to ith the legendary Irishood in a tank top I suspected he would look good in just about anything Of course, being in shape and looking good was expected fro across fro man Even for someone who doesn’t need much breath

I said, "I spoke with Dr Sculler in Las Vegas"

"Thevery un-boxer-like He had a quick mind I only hoped it wouldn’t be beaten out of hiht," I said "The official cause of death is epidural hematoma"

"I know," he said "I’ve read the report A dozen or so ti frooes to a Starbucks and orders a bottle of water? Then again, I looked down atand vaht be the first two people in the history of Starbucks to only order two bottles of water

Big picture, Saht I was going to come back here and tell you that you don’t have a case"

He glanced up at ht? What does that mean?"

"It means that it’s Dr Sculler’s unofficial opinion that you could not have caused the kind of brain dae he saw in the autopsy"

Russell sat up I knew that this was the kind of news he was praying for "I" he paused, gathering his thoughts "I don’t understand"

"Officially, based on probable evidence, Caesar was killed in the ring After all, he collapsed in front of the world"

Russell nodded

I went on, "But Dr Sculler didn’t see enough evidence, based on what he saw of the fight, to warrant the scope of dae he saw in Caesar’s brain tissue"

"Then why had he reported that it had?"