Terminal Velocity Page #3

You think I'm lying, don't you?

I looked back.

Then she's gone.

She's gone! One minute she's there;

the next, she's gone.

You're up next.

These guys are tough.

I could have sworn

I did her dope-rope.

I could have sworn

I hooked her in.

Sometimes you do it when you load up;

other times, right before you jump.

But I could have sworn...

Handsome gal, she was.

- Yeah. And?

- Hell. An angel like that walks in,

a man starts thinkin'

with his little head.

I hooked her in, Noble!

Like I've done

thousands of times!

That's what you can tell

the F.A.A. guys.

Then what do I say?

I saw the line break?

That she

unhooked herself?

I never saw the line

on her, son.

That's all I can say...

if they ask me.

Unhooked herself.

Come on, man. Nobody's gonna do this.

There's easier ways to kill yourself.

Earth's rushing up at you at 120 miles

an hour, and all you gotta do is not pull?

What's easier than that?

Come on. After all these years,

you never thought about it?

No, man. I never have.

Hey, wait a minute. That must be

her roommate. She called her roommate.

"2201 High Desert Road. "

Tucson.

Hello?

Not very athletic.

Yeah, right.

A Boss fan.

Come here!

Who the hell are you?

What are you,

the boyfriend? Huh?

Hey, boyfriend.

Where's the body?

Who the hell are you?

Well... here's my card.

Where's the body?

I'll give you

30 bucks for it.

- I just want to get an idea where it's from.

- It's a handy little poker.

But it's seen better days.

Phosphate finish.

Steel hammerbutt cap.

Sawtooth back edge for wire cutting.

- Ninety bucks, my final offer.

- What about these markings?

- Cyrillic.

- From Syria?

Ditch, I don't got all day.

Take my dough

or take a hike.

- How fast this thing go?

- 'Bout 350.

- You're gonna kill yourself.

- Exactly. But what a ride.

Hello? Hello!

Hello? Hello!

Anybody here?

Hello!

- Richard Brodie?

- Maybe.

You know, this dust

that you have out here?

It just kills me. How do

you stand it every day?

I like dust.

Who are you?

My name is Ben...

... Pinkwater.

I called earlier, and, uh, there was no

answer. So I figured I'd take a chance.

I'm glad I did 'cause I need to speak

with you about a Chris Morrow.

- Can't you F.A.A. guys just get off my back?

- Sorry, I'm not from the F.A.A.

Maybe I wasn't clear. Um, I'm the, uh,

Deputy District Attorney of Tucson.

I'm here to determine whether manslaughter

charges should be brought against you...

in Chris Morrow's death.

You're kidding.

I don't know

what the hell's goin' on,

except somebody's doin'

a major number on my head.

Yes, well, let's just

stick to specifics, shall we?

I find it works

better that way.

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