The Missing Person Page #3

tell you that we have top of the line phones.

George Lucas bought this one

right here.

George Lucas?

He's a famous guy, a director or

producer, or something like that.

What's your name?

Me? Boogle.

Boogle?

Yeah.

I just want a phone that takes

pictures, Boogle.

Okay.

Hey, don't you see the walkway

there?

What?

There's a walkway over there.

You can't just cross wherever you want.

I could give you a ticket for jaywalking.

A ticket for jaywalking?

You mocking my job, dude?

No. I mean, you're a cop, right?

Let me see your I.D., please.

You're from New York?

Originally, yeah.

We do things different here.

Because of the earthquakes,

right?

Okay, lay off the jokes, guy.

Is that supposed to be a joke?

Sure.

Well we're in Hollywood, okay? We

leave the entertainment to Soupy Sales.

I suggest you go home.

There's no smoking on the

Promenade, f*** wad!

From a woman at the bar. She

wants you to know her name is Lana.

May I?

Hey. Hey, you're not one of those gals

that uses sex as a weapon, are you?

No. I don't like violence.

That's good.

Are you like everyone else here?

You in show business?

No. I'm in the hide and seek

business.

No. That is a game that kids

play.

Yeah but if you add some money

to it, it's for adults.

Well, what are you doing right

now, hiding or seeking?

Right now I'm drinking.

Do you want another drink?

No, come on. Come on.

I got to go to the bathroom.

What's wrong, lover?

Are these the kind of games

you're into?

No, they're for work.

Come on. It's alright.

You want me to cuff you up, huh?

You want to cuff me up?

Slow dance.

May I have this dance?

Lana. I never did figure out if

that was her real name.

Maybe it was, just for the

night.

She ended up passing out on her

pillow, and sleep-talking into the dawn.

She was asking her mother for the

extra-special blueberry pancakes.

There was a lot of cursing.

Hello, Drexler Hewitt's office.

Hey, Charley. Is Hewitt in?

No, Rosow, he is not.

I would've told him I am still in

contact with the Subject and the Boy.

Am presently tailing them south

to Mexico, I'm guessing.

Guessing, Rosow?

Guessing, Miss Charley.

I haven't received the image

yet.

Oh, yeah. I forgot.

I'll do it right now.

This is instantaneous, huh?

What is this? Who is this?

It's just a trial run, Charley.

I just want to make sure the new

technology really works.

Don't hang up on me, okay?

You're always hanging up on me.

What do you want, Rosow?

See, I just want you to talk to

me for a little while.

And why would I do that?

I'm out here on this old spooky

desert highway,

following some defective bastard

with a poor little Mexican boy.

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