The Devil's Dolls Page #3

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And guess what?

I have a present for you.

Guess who bought the very last

Chloe William's original today?

-I wanna wear it.

- Not while you are sleeping,

baby. It's dangerous. Sorry.

I have an idea.

Give me your wrist.

Mm-hmm.

I love you, baby.

-I love you.

- Sweet dreams.

-Hey, over here.

- You gonna tell me

why we're suddenly on top

of the batting order again?

This isn't our case, Darce.

-Just watch.

The kid's name

is Conner Heffler.

And the clerk's Tommy Logan.

Kid goes off camera for a second

to get a pregnancy test

for his girlfriend

who is waiting in the car.

-And where's she at now?

- I had a uniform

take her back to the station.

He goes to pay..

-Why, he tweaking?

- Running a tox screen now.

Girlfriend came up clean.

Same as the car.

Swears Heffler was, too.

-Jesus.

F***.

You gonna tell me

what this has to do with me?

-Just look.

Comes the store owner.

That's...

This has to do with you.

How the hell

did that kid do that?

Henry's calling card

wasn't public record.

It was redacted

from all reports, all photos

specifically so some nut job

doesn't go out and play copycat.

-Where there's a will..

- So what is he, just some

highly resourceful

psycho kid lookin'

to go out in the spotlight?

- Probably.

- Bullshit.

-You don't believe that.

If you did,

you wouldn't be here.

You'd be off doing whatever

it is you do these days

'cause I've stopped

trying to figure it out.

- What the hell

do you want from me?

-I want you to say it.

Tell me the first thing

that came into your mind

when you saw

what that kid drew in there.

Oh, come on, Matt.

The brutality

of that attack, the rage.

That and the mark.

You're really gonna tell me

that's just some

half-ass interpretation

of Henry's MO?

Why are you still standing here?

-Because it was perfect.

-What was that?

She's not in here!

- Alright, I'm gonna

check the other room.

-Chloe?

I can't find her.

- She's not in this room either.

-Chloe!

God, where is she?

-Oh, my God.

-Where is Chloe?

Chloe.

-Hey, hey, Amy, Amy.

-Oh, my God.

Chloe?

Are you in here?

- Chloe?

- Honey?

-Chloe!

Oh, my God.

I'm calling an ambulance.

- What have we got?

- Juvenile female,

eight years old

hypertensive, unresponsive.

Respiration erratic.

She's an epileptic.

- Then?

Mother reports

a regular course of Topamax.

150 milligrams.

Last dose 7 PM.

-Area 1 is open.

- Oh, wait.

You guys can't go in.

She's in really good hands.

I promise

to let you know something

as soon as I possibly can,

alright?

- Why don't you come over here?

There is room to wait. Okay?

- We'll be fine.

That's okay.

-Ms. Bayer? Trisha?

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