Dark Places Page #3

Do you remember anything

out of the ordinary

- happening that day?

- Like what?

Like, how your mother reacted

to the Krissi Cates scandal.

- Who?

- Krissi Cates.

I don't know who that is.

- You mentioned her in your book.

- I didn't write that book.

- I didn't even read it.

- What about Trey Teepano?

What about Ben Day? You want to hear

what I have to say about him?

Please, this is the grossest

miscarriage of justice ever.

What is this woman's deal?

Magda here is very involved

in the effort to free your brother.

He's a wonderful man.

He draws, he writes poetry.

You should get to know him, Libby.

You really should. In three weeks,

that window is going to close.

- What?

- In order to solve this crime,

we need to compile new evidence and...

if you were inclined, you could recant your

testimony when we file for habeas corpus.

- But... time is of the essence.

- What are you talking about?

Oh, because of budget cuts,

they are consolidating departments

and disposing of evidence

from cases older than 10 years.

Which means, in three weeks' time,

Ben's file will be shredded.

You're just a few people who like

murder mysteries and true crimes...

- Libby. Ben is innocent and we're trying...

- He's never even filed for an appeal!

He's had reason enough

for eight appeals but he has lost hope.

Good.

- Please help...

- No. It's not a conspiracy theory.

- Hey, don't be like that!

- Get your hands off me!

At least stay and try and convince us.

I told you she wouldn't bother,

lazy little liar.

Yes, that's what you are

and what you've always been. A liar!

You don't know sh*t

about what happened that night.

None of you.

Run! Run!

No!

Libby! Libby!

Libby!

They're all dead!

"Once I was in art class

and met a boy named Ben.

"It was his heart I knew I would win.

"He has big blue eyes

and really nice skin.

"Are you 'in'?"

"It's Saturday and I'm thinking of you.

Guess who?"

Hey, do you know someone here?

Him.

Hey. Hey.

Hey, do you know this kid?

No, I don't hang out

with middle-schoolers.

- F*** off.

- Oh, little guy's pissed.

Okay, dude, what's up?

Do I know you or what?

I'm a friend of Trey's,

I come here all the time.

You liar. That crazy Indian

doesn't have any friends.

Is he even really Indian?

He looks Asian to me.

I think he's... what do they call it?

A mixed blood. He's like two different things.

So, like, his drunken granddad

raped a Chinese whore?

You better watch your mouth, Trey's

into some scary ass sh*t. Satanic sh*t.

Yeah, we get into some

pretty dark sh*t sometimes.

You're one of the guys

that killed the cows?

We have to. It's an order.

Bro, that's a weird order.

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