Hero Wanted Page #2

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Take your pick.

But...

l'm betting it's the frying pan

with the brains smeared all over it.

Maybe he was cookin' up

a freaky lunch.

lf he was, he would've, l'm sure,

used somebody else's brain

rather than his own.

Yeah, right.

We get an lD on this guy?

Yeah, Lynch McGraw.

He had a rap sheet

longer than Florida.

The way he lived,

never any question

about the way he would die.

He's still somebody's son, right?

Well...

somebody's dead son, yeah.

l'm sure his family

didn't even like him.

Somebody's son.

lt's quite a mess, ain't it, sir.

Nothing l ain't seen before...

like Beirut.

Don't you want to know

about the perp, sir?

What'd you say?

The perp, sir.

Let's pretend for a second

that l'm not a complete idiot

after 30 years, okay?

And assume, if you will,

l've been around this place

one or two times already

ahead of you.

- You got it?

- Yes, sir.

And that l got

a long day ahead of me

because of some

pan-happy nut job

who likes to whack people

about the head!

- Can you pretend that for me?

- Yes, sir.

How dare you ask me

something like that!

Now, stop pretending it

and go get me a coffee.

lt's unbeliev--

These uniforms, they're idiots!

You're scaring people.

Scarin' peo--

Well, you're ogling a dead body.

ls that business or personal?

You notice the puncture wound

to the groin?

Yeah, l saw that,

but that was personal.

- You're a sick man.

- l'm hungry.

Hey, where's my coffee?

Lieutenant CoIoneI

WaIter ''Cosmo'' JaCkson.

Did two tours in 'Nam with my dad.

When Dad died, Cosmo beCame

my obIigatory father figure.

You can't be f***ing serious.

They tried to kill me.

So?

Well, you think there's

some kind of divine justice

around here, is that it?

You think you're

God's own avenging angel?

Well, l got news for you, kid.

lt don't work like that.

And don't talk to me about death

like l'm some dancer

that's never hit the floor.

Now, l understand you got

your grievances with these fools,

but you need to talk

to the police and air this sh*t.

Tell 'em you found out

who the cocksuckers are.

lt's complicated.

Christ, Liam, killin' a man

ain't never easy.

Now you just--

you just take a second here...

and think.

No. No police.

Maybe l did something

l shouldn't have, but...

what's done is done.

Yeah, well, maybe you're right.

You go to the cops now,

they'll lock you up for life.

Maybe that's what you get--

what you deserve.

And then how true

would be my word?

l made your dad a promise

l'd do everything l could

to keep you safe and clean,

same as he did to me.

l need your help.

Revenge.

It's an airborne disease,

and it traveIs fast.

We need to talk.

Why, man?

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