Edge of Darkness Page #2

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There's no physical evidence.

If we got the gun or something.

Jesus, I can't think.

It'll come to me.

It'll come to me but it's not

going to come to me here.

I've got to drive around.

I have to think.

You do what you need to do.

You keep me informed.

I'll punch you in.

I got to go. The Coroner

wants to ID the body.

- Are you up to it?

- Yeah.

I want my case files

brought up.

Nothing this year makes any

sense to me at all.

Tommy.

I'll have them sent

to your house.

Sure.

Cause of death:
injuries

arising from gunshot wounds.

Massive hemorrhage. Heart

seizures due to shock.

Tom, this is very difficult.

You've done this before,

but it's not the same...

Let's get it over with.

Is this your daughter,

Emma Charlotte Craven?

Yes, it is.

Leave her alone.

Let me have

some scissors.

- What was that Tom?

- Scissors. I need some scissors.

Don't cry.

I'm not.

I dont know if

I can make it.

You have to.

Alright.

You're wasting two guys

here at my house, Bill.

If you want them in the

neighborhood, then have

them going door to door.

Someone's trying to kill

you Tom. They're staying.

I got nothing. Nothing.

I don't have enemies.

I never lived life or said

what I thought enough

to have enemies.

Listen, you know

I understand.

I'm not stuck in a personal

conversation with you, Bill.

Don't get nervous.

And tell the two uniforms

in the cruiser to stop pissing

in the bushes. They can

come into the house.

This is your beach.

Hey Daddy.

Come on in.

Come on, Daddy!

Okay, sweetheart,

I'll be right there.

Go on.

"NORTHMOOR"

"Weapons Query"

"Searching..."

"David Burnham"

Tom!

You ready for this?

Ski mask found in a hedge

five doors from you.

We got hair. Caucasian.

It's in for DNA.

- Keep me posted.

- Where are you going?

Mr. Burnham?

Mr. Burnham, yeah?

Yeah.

Settle down. Alright?

I'm not going to hurt you.

I see you know my daughter.

Are you her boyfriend?

Alright. Okay.

I'm Emmas father.

I'm going to let you go now.

You're going to be alright.

- Okay?

- Yeah.

Okay, be nice. Okay?

Jesus.

I'm sorry but you're going to

get the f*** out of here now.

Give me a minute, alright?

I want to ask you some questions.

Why not answer the door

like everybody else?

What the hell are

you so scared of?

Is this your handgun?

How did my daughter get

a god damned handgun?

Did you give it to her?

Is this yours?

I gave it to her.

Alright.

Why?

I didn't notice a shotgun

in your list of weapons.

- Do you own one?

- Do you think that I...?

Your pistol.

You licensed it in Vermont,

it's illegal in Massachusetts.

I tell the local police barracks

you opened the door with it

that's an automatic year in jail.

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