The Killers Page #2

I did something wrong once.

Thanks for coming.

Yeah. That's all right.

Brentwood Police Station.

The chief is busy now.

He'll call you back.

The way I look at it, this killing doesn't

rightly concern Brentwood at all.

What concerns us is protecting the

lives and property of our citizens.

This man Lunn lived here, that's all.

The killers came from out of town,

and they were here looking for Lunn.

They ain't gunning for

anyone else in town.

They made their getaway,

and what happens to 'em from here

on in is up to the state police.

- It's out of our hands.

- This is what I'm looking for.

"Beneficiary:
Mary Ellen Daugherty.

Palms Hotel, Atlantic City." Relative?

Haven't checked yet.

Souvenir, I guess.

Yeah. Could be.

- What do you know about Lunn?

- Not much.

Came here about a year ago.

Lived at a boardinghouse out on

Spruce Street. Mrs. Hirsch's.

Never made any friends, as far as I can

make out. Kept pretty much to himself.

Ma Hirsch says she can't ever

remember him getting any mail even.

Well?

- They weren't any of these guys.

- That's for certain.

These two boys saw the killers. They came

into Henry's Diner looking for Lunn.

Said right out they were gonna

kill him when he came in.

Just happened Nick Adams

was in the place that night.

He and Lunn worked together

at the filling station.

I ought to be getting back on the job. If

you're done with me for now, I'd better go.

- You can go.

- Say, Adams.

What kind of a fellow was the Swede?

It's okay, Nick. Mr. Riordan's

from the insurance company.

Ah, he wasn't a bad sort of fellow.

You got along with him

all right on the job?

Sure. Easy enough to get along with.

Uh-huh. Think I'll have

a look at the body.

Right. Nick, you take Mr. Riordan

down to Pluthner and introduce him.

Mr. Pluthner's in charge

of our county morgue.

Thanks. I'd like to have

a chat with Nick anyway.

Anything else I can do, let me know.

I'd like a copy of the report

on Lunn's fingerprints soon...

- as you get it from Washington.

- I'll send it right on to you.

- Fine. Mind if I keep this?

- Keep it. Sure.

Thanks again.

Tell me, Nick, the last time you

and the Swede were together...

Hello, Nick. What's on your mind?

Mr. Pluthner, this is Mr. Riordan.

The chief asked me to bring him down.

I'm with the Atlantic

Casualty Company.

Tri-States Oil carries a group

policy with us on its employees.

- Lunn worked for them.

- Well, the policy is now payable.

Got eight slugs in him.

Near tore him in half.

- "Once I did something wrong."

- Huh?

Those were his last

words to Nick here.

I wonder what he meant.

"Once I did something wrong."

I don't know, but it was

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