White Sands Page #2

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- Ooh, just a minute.

- Who is it?

- Ray, who is it?

- Spenser?

- Yes. Who's this?

- Goodman. Where have you been?

You were supposed to call.

I ran into a problem, but

it's taken care of.

- You're four days late.

- I know, but it's fine now.

It was a personal thing.

Yeah? Well, we figured

you changed your mind.

- Why would I change my mind?

- Don't get cute.

We're ready to forget it all.

No! Look, I'm sorry

about the delay.

There's a hotel in Taos, the Kachina

Lodge. Tomorrow at 8 p. m.

- A room will be reserved for you.

- Kachina Lodge. 8 p. m. Fine.

Bring the money.

Of course.

Well?

Dad, stop! Stop!

Watch out for my bike!

- Did you bring your gun?

- Yep.

Probably see you tomorrow.

- Bye.

- Bye, honey.

- Be careful.

- I will.

Bye!

Bye, Ray!

I don't think

he's a base-stealing threat...

Come on. Throw it over.

- Yeah?

- Good afternoon.

We're trying to locate

Deputy Sheriff Ray...?

- Dolezal.

- Ray Dolezal. Know where he is?

Something wrong?

Don't guess you find

many bodies out here, huh?

Why would he kill himself?

Was it a self-inflicted wound?

Did Mr. Spenser make any calls?

Noreen. Who is she?

Where have you been?

You were supposed to call.

You're four days late.

Oh. Is this your room?

Yeah.

I was just finishing it up.

Oh, okay.

Mr. Spenser?

- Yes?

- Sorry to bother you.

On the bed!

Don't move.

I said don't move!

Welcome to Taos.

It better not be marked.

Or what?

Hey!

Hey, wait a second!

What's going on?

What the f*** are you doing?

Goddamn it!

Down, boy!

Are my hands cold?

You know, we could've

taken this money...

...and cut you up for coyote food.

Lucky for you

we're not criminals.

Be in Santa Fe

day after tomorrow...

...at the Hotel La Fonda bar, 6 p. m.

Don't be early. Don't be late.

You might bring

a change of clothes.

- Hello.

- Hi, honey.

- Ray. Where are you?

- I'm still in Taos.

- I'm staying the night.

- Is everything okay?

Everything's fine. Just fine.

Look, I don't think

I'll make it home tomorrow.

Maybe Tuesday. I'll come home

as soon as I can.

Ray? Hi. Greg Meeker.

Welcome to the all-new

Albuquerque FBI offices.

Have a seat.

You like snapshots, Ray?

I love snapshots.

Little frozen fragments of time.

Completely real.

Unless you know what happened

when a picture was taken...

...you don't know sh*t.

- Where's my hat?

Artie O'Brien, a. k.a. Spenser.

- He's dead.

- See?

No way you'd know that from looking

at this photo.

Oh. That's Goodman.

That's the redhead.

Gorman Lennox. Ever met him?

- No.

- Me, neither.

Kind of like this one, though.

You gave him my money, Ray.

FBI funds.

You give a half million to

a man you don't know?

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