One for the Money Page #3

It's got lots of energy, not much control.

Sexy as hell.

- You know nothing about my personality.

- No?

Well, I know about the "sexy as hell" part.

Tactless of you to remind me.

Oh!

Come on.

Good to see you, cupcake!

You're an animal!

Yeah. So he's an animal,

but we knew that already.

Can you move up a little?

You smell like a dumpster.

No offense.

Really? Because I don't smell it any more.

- 50 grand, dead or alive?

- Yeah.

Vinnie will lose his sh*t if he knew

you were face to face and came up empty.

Oh, all right.

Look. Ricardo Manoso,

likes to be called Ranger.

- Call him in the morning.

- Ranger?

What is he, an action figure?

Ranger Manoso, the Lord God guru

of bounty hunting.

He looks like Michelangelo

dipped the statue of David in caramel

and strapped some heat on him.

Did I catch you in the middle

of a tour of duty?

Yuk it up. If it had been me

who clocked Morelli,

I'd be sitting on 50 grand right now.

- How are those fries?

- They're not bad.

Excuse me, can I get some ketchup?

Thanks.

So I did a little recon.

The guy Morelli killed, Ziggy Kuleska,

he was moving heroin.

But you knew that already, right?

Yeah. Yeah. Isn't that a little hard

on your stomach?

How come you're not going after Morelli?

Trying to diversify to private security,

things like that. None of your business.

No Splenda? Nothing?

It just seems a little acidic, is all.

And, you know, food is fuel, so.

You're out of your league.

You need to respect that.

A, he's a cop, B, he put a bullet

in Ziggy Kuleska's head

and we don't know the circumstances.

Except for C, he was off-duty

and he used a personal weapon

with a.45 Hydra-Shok.

- You even know what that is?

- It's a gun. I'm not an idiot.

A bullet.

Entry wound like a BB blows out a chunk

the size of a potato.

You even own a gun?

Is it bad if I say no?

She wants to be a badass recovery agent.

She's going after Morelli.

- Smith and Wesson five-shot.

- Thirty-eight special.

- It fits nice in a purse.

- Mmm. Sexy.

You can take the gun, honey.

- It's enchanting, isn't it?

- Yeah.

Do you mind if I take her for a test drive?

I might like his better.

Hey, look. I got three out of five.

Not bad, right?

You might have put a dent in his golf swing.

That's about it.

I mean, this one just pissed him off.

He returned fire and killed you. Muerto.

Yeah, but you just got two.

It's a good two, but two out of how many?

I'm just saying, I got three out of five.

Did it ever occur to you that all my rounds

went through the same two holes?

Yeah, I don't think so.

Not done.

Head on a platter. Here.

Wow!

Hey, listen. I'm going to go pay

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