The Informers Page #3

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Jackson, will you chill out, man,

and show your Uncle Pete a little love, huh?

Well, where's this f***ing

lndian friend of yours?

Indian's in the desert.

What the f*** does that even mean,

"The lndian's in the desert"?

Indian did some bad stuff.

Decided to stay in Barstow.

He's laying low, if you get my drift.

But Mary's in the van.

- Who's Mary?

- Come on, I'll show you.

Jackson, this is Mary.

Mary? Mary, this is Jackson.

Is she okay?

Yeah, she's sort of just taking it all in.

She saw some stuff. Bothered her.

- How old is this girl?

- I don't know.

Sixteen. Seventeen. I never ask.

Lucifer?

What the f*** are you doing

with two underage kids?

How many times

are we gonna go through this?

It does not matter if it was consensual.

I f***ed up my hand.

How'd you do it? Did someone help you?

I did it shaving, man. Who the f*** cares?

My hand is f***ed up.

Just... Just call a doctor, Roger.

We are meeting Gary Gray,

the movie producer.

You know, I don't know if I'm going

to be able to make that meeting, Roger.

Look, I'll send the hotel doctor up

and then you're gonna pull it together.

And when I knock on your door,

you are going to answer it

without your cock hanging out

of some 14- year- old girl's ass. Got it?

And you're going to be wearing something

with long sleeves.

- Why?

- Multiple choice.

A, you look nice in long sleeves.

B, you have holes in your arms.

C, you have holes in your arms.

Or D, you have holes in your arms.

- C.

- Really?

Yeah?

Graham, it's for you.

- It's Dirk.

- Sh*t.

Hey, Dirk.

Yeah.

What do you need?

Yeah, I can get that for you.

Okay.

A little business?

Yeah. And my f***ing car's at my mom's.

- Can you give me a ride?

- Can't. I'm going to Hawaii.

Well, f***, dude,

give me a better excuse than that.

I wish I could. Thanks.

Aloha.

Can you give me a lift?

Don't look at me, dude.

Bye.

So how're you doing, Tim?

I'm good. Fine. How are you?

I'm doing good, I guess.

- You want a drink?

- No, that's all right.

Come on. Have a drink.

- I'm okay.

- I'm gonna pour you one anyway.

So, what have you been up to?

Kind of a tough thing

about that friend of yours dying, huh?

- You want to talk about that?

- What time does the plane leave?

You wanna hear something?

Who's this?

- I think it's Devo.

- Who?

It's a group called Devo.

Great. I love it.

Yeah.

Hey. Hey.

I think it's great you could finally

get away with your old man, you know?

Your mom said maybe

you weren't gonna be able to make it.

- But here you are.

- I'm here.

We're going to Hawaii. It's gonna be great.

The virus's unknown origin

and seeming selectivity is creating fear.

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