Murder of a Cat Page #2

Side socket by the window, please.

Okay, will you come down now?

Clinton!

Shut that sh*t off!

Oh, did you sleep on the roof again?

- What is that?

- Oh, it's nothing.

Well, why are you hiding it?

I'm not. It's nothing.

I just haven't finished reading it yet.

Let me see it. Ma?

- Honey!

- Let me have it! I saw my face!

Oh, for heaven's sake.

They called me "a harmless oddball"?

Honey, I think that it was

meant to be endearing.

They say Mouser was last seen

when I was "staging a garage sale"?

I wasn't staging anything.

It was an actual goddamn garage sale!

And he wasn't "found dead,"

he was murdered!

This is bullshit! Nobody cares!

Well, Frank cares.

Who the hell is Frank?

Sheriff Hoyle.

Oh, come on.

Store's closed indefinitely, kid.

I got other business to attend to.

What do you want, kid?

Your cat? I saw him.

What do you know?

20? 20... 20 what? What... what... 20?

- What is this 20?

- Bucks.

Oh, come... I'm not giving you

20 bucks, you little weasel.

Hey! Wait, wait, wait. Okay. Okay.

I got... $10.36.

Okay, now you want it.

Follow me.

Hey.

Trevor, God damn it!

Here.

Here.

"Here" what?

I saw him.

Dragging himself with the arrow

sticking out of him and all.

Why didn't you help him?

I didn't know what to do.

You don't see that every day...

a cat with an arrow out of it.

Wait. Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Where are you going?

I've got to go to

the pool with my brother.

Yeah, you... you go synchronize swim

while I solve a murder!

What the... Mouser.

Mouser.

"I answer to Horatio"? What the...

"172 Hope's Crest."

Hope's Crest? Hope's Crest?

Hello?

Hello?

Hello?

Hello?

Mouser.

Horatio?

Hor... Horatio?

Holy hell! Oh, my God!

What the hell were you

doing in my closet, you pervert?

Were you jerking off in there?

No, no! Good God, no!

- I'm calling the police.

- Wait.

Don't move.

I will whack your balls with my flute.

Jeez, no! I didn't break in, okay?

The door was open.

So you just pranced right in, you freak?

- I am not some kind...

- Hey, hey!

Aah! Aah!

What is that?

Is that my... is that my flyer?

Yes! Yes!

And I want to know why

there's a picture of my cat on it,

not to mention all over your walls!

- What?

- You sick... no, just skip it.

Skip it. I know what you did.

Why don't you put some clothes on,

'cause I'm calling the police?

- I'm calling the police! Don't move!

- Give me the phone!

- You stay back.

- Give me your phone!

Yeah, there's an intruder

in my home, a sexual predator.

No, there's a murderer here!

You're gonna pay for this, you pet-hunter!

He was jerking off

in there while I... hey!

What the... Jesus!

Yeah, get out of here!

Okay, just get here as soon as you can.

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