Kill Me Again Page #5

Now why would I want to do that? I'm very happy here.

Take care of that finger.

Yes.

I've been waiting for my checking account balance.

Great. Seven hundred and thirty-two...

Oh.

Sorry, we're closed.

Yeah, well, the door was open.

My fault, sorry,

but we're closed.

- You Jack?

- Yeah, but, uh, like I said...

Jack Andrews.

- What'd you do with Fay Forester.

- Never heard of her.

You're a f***ing liar.

The cops got it wrong.I never heard of her.

- I've never heard of her!

- Well, I'm gonna kill you anyway.

Alright, hold it! I said hold it!

Your gun ain't loaded, Jack.

How you feeling? Feeling alright?

Hi, how are ya, this is Jim Peterson,

calling from Reno.

I got some information here for Mr. Maranot.

Sit down.

- Jim!

- Hey, Jonesee, how ya doing?

I'm fine, I'm fine. Look, Mr. Maranot says...

...the money was wrapped in green rubber bands, all hundreds.

Yeah, well, a couple of my boys

picked up some cash that matches that description,

from some small-time gambler named Jack Andrews.

He's got some half-assed private eye business.

You ever heard of him?

- No.

- Well I sent my boys to pick him up, but he was gone.

Well, keep looking, okay? If you find him,

Mr. Maranot is going to be very appreciative.

- Okay, Jonesee. We'll keep looking.

- Okay, Big Jim.

- Be good.

- Right. That Andrews is dead meat.

- Yeah, Collect from Jack

- Hey, Jack, what the hell happened here?

Fay's boyfriend happened.

Listen, he's mean, and he may still be hanging

around there. So watch out for yourself.

Me, what about you? Are you alright?

-Fine. Did you find her?

-Oh yeah, well, I checked all the big places and

there was no Vera Billings registered anywhere.

- Damn

- But there was a, uh,

Virginia Billingsly registered at the Hilton.

What do you say pal, this babe is one of the

most cunning criminal minds of this century.

Yeah, that sounds like her. Hey, listen Alan,

I'll talk to you later. I'll call you this afternoon.Thanks.

- Take it easy, man.

- Bye.

Virginia Billingsly.

Excuse me.

Uh, I've got a special delivery for a Virginia Billingsly.

Virginia Billingsly.

- Would you like me to ring her room?

- Oh, no, no I have to hand deliver it.

I'm sorry sir, I'm not allowed to give

you her room number. It's hotel policy.

Oh, I understand. But, uh,

See..

she's an old friend, and,

Uh, she doesn't know I'm coming into town, and I wanted to surprise her.

I'm sorry.

The best I could do is call her.

- Ok.

- Who should I say is calling?

Jack Reno.

I'm sorry sir, she's not answering.

Would you like to leave a message?

- No, I'll, uh, come back later.

- Okay.

Hi. What can I getcha?

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