Ticking Clock Page #2

- but if you're a mess again...

- No! No! I'm not a mess!

This, this, this is a mess.

Morning, Hicks. Miss.

Missus. Mrs Hicks.

Detective Becker, this is my wife, Gina.

What can I do for you?

I wanted to follow up on a couple of things

from the Carson murder last night.

Murder?

Felicia Carson, an Assistant DA,

was murdered in her home last night.

Your husband found the body.

Someone I knew was killed last night.

I'm sorry. A woman you knew?

A source. From the last Journal piece.

My apologies for the early morning.

I just wanted to get right on it.

Wouldn't want to be accused of sloppy

police work in another true-crime article.

Okay. Adam, honey, let's go.

But I want to see Dad.

Yeah, I know, baby. Not today.

Daddy's busy.

Gina, wait.

But I want to watch the policeman.

- Adam, now, please.

- Gina.

Look, this is a bad time. Why don't

you give me a call later this afternoon?

What gave that away?

Hey. A woman is dead.

Good day.

Gina.

Gina!

Gina, wait a second.

I'm sorry, but I was involved.

You are always involved,

just never with the people who matter.

Are you serious? A woman was killed.

- What? A woman that you were f***ing.

- I wasn't f***ing her.

Besides, we've been separated

for six months.

Yeah, and I noticed

that you're still wearing your ring. Nice.

Stop it.

Listen, I saw the guy who did this,

and I chased him.

Save it for the goddamn book, Louis!

I don't care any more!

I'm sure it'll be great.

Especially a firsthand account.

I mean, you knew the victim intimately.

I don't know. God, I don't know. I'm sorry.

I'm sorry. I just want to come home.

No. You can't do that.

You can't do that to me, not like this.

You seriously

need to get your sh*t together, Louis.

Gina, wait.

Hey, buddy.

Sit back, baby.

Sh*t.

He's gonna kill more of them.

Hi. You've reached my cell.

Can't come to the phone right now,

but leave a brief message

with your phone number,

even if you think I have it.

I'll get back to you as soon as I can,

unless I forget.

Wait for the beep. You know what to do.

Louis. What's going on? You okay?

We got to talk. Can I come in?

Yeah, yeah, of course.

Come on. What time is it?

I went back to where I lost the guy.

You did... What the hell for?

You're gonna love this, Gordo.

You're gonna love this.

I got his journal, and he's gonna kill again.

I got names. I got dates.

Wait, from what? From this journal?

Yes. And that's not all I got.

I got a print.

Louis, this is evidence.

You're gonna give it to Becker.

Screw Becker. No, I can't trust Becker.

I need you to run it for me.

Becker's in charge on this.

Look, any and all evidence

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