The River Thief Page #2

and then you gave me ten dollars

and took me to the water park.

Well, it all worked out

to the good.

Imagine if I didn't

catch you.

[singing]

[singing]

[singing]

[singing]

[singing and humming]

[clank]

[bike gears clicking]

[bike gears clicking]

[engine dies]

Did you try the sample?

Lovely stuff.

Almost makes dealing with you

worth it.

Where's the rest?

Money.

[zipping]

Yeah, it's good.

[door opening]

[bag rustling]

Son of a gun! You cook this?

Doesn't matter who cooked it.

It's enough to keep Portland

happy for a weekend.

And then it will need more,

and I will have more.

Right, but we have a deal.

strictly Portland.

None of this comes back up

with river. Not one gram.

C'mon, hoss.

Junk finds junkies wherever

they are...

No, we had a deal!

These drugs will never be

in this town.

That's the deal.

If, as you say, junk finds

junkies, even here...

then, well, I guess I'm gonna

have to

cut you up into little

tiny pieces...

and s prinkle y ou from

the sky!

[engine starts]

[engine revs]

Hey! Wait!

[engine roaring]

[splash]

[gunshots]

[water gurgling]

[crickets]

[window opening]

[wet shoes squishing]

You can have the car.

You're gonna take it regardless.

You don't mean that.

It's a gift.

You're just saying that so I'll

leave it and go.

I paid this time.

For the food and the car.

I don't do gifts.

You don't do gifts?

Here's one.

And another!

You take those heartbeats

for yourself?

You leave enough money for

your two eyes?

Those hands?

Brother, if you're paying,

you owe more than you

can imagine.

I've already paid more

than you could imagine.

You think stealing gives

you control?

Well, gratitude gives

you freedom.

The car is not for sale,

and neither is my food.

But you can have it.

Thanks for the steak.

Money's on the table.

[door slams]

[car starts]

Did he just take your car?

I told you he would come.

What can you tell me

about this thief?

Based on the calls that

came into the station,

I'd say he's on some

kind of a spree.

He's not local.

Last night I went through the

high school rosters over

the last couple years,

there was nothin'.

If he's here I'll find him.

If? If?!!

Thieves run!

They always run!

He's a drifter with

a million dollars in

a bag.

He's on a plane...

or a boat...

or a bus...

or he hitched a ride and he's...

perched up in some cab

on a long haul rig

on his way to Mexico.

This kid is gone!

Trust me!

Clyde...

If I thought this kid was gone,

then I'd be gone too.

Long gone.

I'd put a bullet in that

psychotic head of yours,

because I know that the

Sinaloa cartel

would come and get me

if I didn't.

But, I'm not. I'm here,

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