The Killer Inside Me Page #2

- You know, I figure that you

don't get any more out of life

than what you put into it.

You're right there, Lou.

- Yeah.

Well, I'm gonna push off.

I got a whole lot of

gettin' around to do,

and I don't want to rush.

Haste makes waste.

- Evenin'.

- Evenin'.

Hey, how 'bout it, bud?

How 'bout it?

Look, I've been on a hell

of a binge,

and, by God, if I don't get some

food in me pretty soon,

I'm just gonna keel over here,

you know?

- Is that right?

- Yeah.

- Need somethin'

to warm you up, huh?

Oh, anything.

Just anything at all.

Yeah.

Ah!

Jesus, bud!

Ouch. Cigar.

- What the hell are you

tryin' to do with that, huh?

See that?

That's a real-life

sheriff's badge.

- Sure.

- Beat it.

Sure, bud.

Sure, sure, I'm goin'.

I'm goin'.

You better watch it

with that stuff, bud.

You think so?

You just better watch it.

[Knocks on door]

Hello, Lou.

- Joe.

- Welcome.

Come on in.

Sorry to ask you

to come around so late.

Figure it's better

to be discreet,

you being a public official

and all.

Have a seat.

It is hot out there, huh?

What can I do for you?

Well, look, Lou,

there's something I want

to talk to you about,

and I know that it's something

that you're very sensitive

about, so...

How did you feel

about Mike Dean?

- Well, I don't know

what you mean.

He was my brother.

- Right, he was your

foster brother, right?

Your father adopted him.

- Well, Dad and the Deans

were old friends,

and when Mike's parents

passed on

in that big flu epidemic

we had a while ago,

Dad adopted him.

See, my mother died

when I was a baby and...

Dad thought that Mike would be

good company for me.

- You were the only son

and heir,

and your father

brings in another son.

Didn't that rub you

a little the wrong way?

- Well, I was only six years old

and Mike was eight,

so I don't-

So you liked Mike, then?

- Oh, I couldn't have loved

a real brother any more.

Even after he did what he did?

Just what would that be?

Come on.

The girl identified him.

That girl was five years old.

She would've identified anybody

they put in front of her.

- So you didn't feel

the slightest bit embarrassed

when he came back

to Central City?

Not at all.

I wanted him back;

so did Dad.

Dad pulled a lot of strings

to get him that job.

- You know, Lou, I mean,

that all squares.

So now let me tell you

what I know about Mike's death,

all right?

Now, he was killed

six years ago.

He was working on a girder

on a Conway Construction job.

Apparently he slipped

on a rivet.

So when he fell...

he threw himself backwards...

so he'd land inside the building

and onto the decking.

But the floors, they hadn't been

decked in properly.

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