Insomnia Page #5

Nyback winces.

CHIEF NYBACK:

How about you? How you faring?

HAP:

They're all over us, Charlie.

WILL:

They're all over everybody.

HAP:

I.A.'s calling themselves the "Corruption

Task Force." Can you believe that?

Trying to root out any mistakes or

"oversights" any other Detectives may

have made over the years. They're

turning it into a witch hunt. Something

on the news about it practically every

night.

Nyback pulls a stack of messages from his desk.

CHIEF NYBACK:

Got a bunch of messages here from some

guy named Warfield.

Hap tosses a glance over at Will.

WILL:

That's I.A.'s pit bull.

CHIEF NYBACK:

Wants me to keep him posted on all your

movements up here.

Nyback turns and ceremoniously drops the messages into the

trash.

CHIEF NYBACK (cont'd)

I'm just glad Buck could spare you a

couple of weeks. Take you out of the

frenzy. I gotta tell you, though, I sure

don't miss big city police work. Not

that I was ever a great detective. But

up here there's no Bureaucracy. No

Public Relations. No blurred lines.

Just good guys and bad guys. Simple.

A cloud passes over his face.

CHIEF NYBACK (cont'd)

Except for this.

Holds up a file. The name written on the lip: KAY CONNELL.

INT. HALLWAY - MINUTES LATER

Nyback leads Will and Hap down a hallway. Crooked plaques

and black-and-white pictures line the walls.

CHIEF NYBACK:

Couldn't get a thing from the body. Not

a trace. Town's never dealt with

anything like this before.

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