Tightrope Page #3

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- Do you have any clues?

- I can't talk about it.

What's a hard-on, Daddy?

I heard Amanda say it, and she

won't tell me what it means.

Well, darling, it's...

It's, uh...

When a man is attracted

to a woman...

he, uh, likes her.

- Understand?

- No.

Well, he likes her

in a certain way.

Why?

Well, sweetheart, male bears

like female bears and...

male bees like female bees...

and, uh, occasionally

they get together...

Dad...

forget it.

You recognize this?

- Why should I?

- You drew it.

- So what?

- Well, tell me about it.

Uh, Jamie Cory, she come here one day

saying this hot-tub guy beat her up.

She wanted a tattoo, so I did it.

Well, the hot-tub guy says she came

down here and you beat her up.

Do I look like the kind of guy

who'd do something like that?

Yeah.

You ever heard of a girl

named Melanie Silber?

Yeah, I like to beat her up too.

You know, everybody's

looking to get beat up.

- What's your name?

- Block.

You're hanging out with the

wrong kind of people, Block.

What kind would you

suggest I hang out with?

Someone who's more...

up your alley.

Maybe I'll take you

up on that sometime.

And do what?

Take you bowling?

I don't like bowling.

Neither do I.

Tequila.

- How you doing, Shorty?

- Hello.

- You know Jamie Cory?

- Sure, she wrestled here last night.

You know much about her?

Not as much as I'd have liked to.

Try the blond with

the big bazookas.

- Ice?

- What for?

You didn't mention you knew her.

You didn't ask.

Besides, I thought you came here...

to bowl.

You recall seeing her

with anyone last night?

- Yeah. There were a couple of guys.

- Who?

Customers. You know, guys

trying to hit on her.

She let any of them?

- No. She thought they were creeps.

- What about other nights?

If she liked someone, she

might've done something about it.

But by and large,

just one-night stands?

Are there any other kind?

And you two knew each

other very well?

Well enough.

Did she ever mention anything about

anybody using handcuffs on her?

I think so. She liked

to get pretty kinky.

Remember who it might've been?

I think it was a cop.

Who knows? Maybe it was you.

- Can I help with anything?

- Uh-uh.

Dad, how come you have to

work so late every night?

Well, there's been

three murders, hon.

Couldn't you just

work during the day?

Some people I can

only see at night.

What kind of people?

People that don't have day jobs.

- Dad?

- Mm-hm?

Could you get hurt?

Tell me, Wes, how's things at home?

What do you mean?

I mean, I'm not sure yet you're

ready to run this task force.

Beryl Thibodeaux talked to the

mayor about you, and he called me.

He said if I don't come up with something

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