American Justice Page #4

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He might have seen Santana bolt.

I see the cocaine.

Is there any money anywhere?

No, that's all we found.

Not one red cent.

Yeah, right.

Boyd, you are a whining,

complaining son of a b*tch, aren't you?

Well, sir, I'd be more happy

if we found money instead of cocaine.

He'd be much happier.

Come here, Boyd,

I want to talk to you for a sec.

Come on.

Let me see your gun.

Oh, that's a nice gun.

Yes, sir.

Got a good weight to it.

Hey, Sheriff, what did you do that for?

Because he got on my nerves.

Any you boys have any problem

with the way I handle things around here,

speak up now.

Little warning next time,

I think you might have

blown out my eardrum.

Any other possible witnesses?

- Oh, crap, the phone.

- What about the phone?

Santana was video-talking

with his wife and she saw me.

Let's go.

So what brings you to our small town?

Nothing.

I'm just driving through

on my way to Mexico.

Mexico?

My pops retired there 2 years ago.

Hmm.

So, uh... why Red Mesa?

Hometown girl.

As a matter of fact,

that's my house right there.

Okay.

I never knew how to leave.

Just point your car north and drive.

Some day.

So, um,

what did you do before you were a cop?

I used to make problems disappear.

So what's it like here?

You know, small town,

small town people, small town ideas.

Sounds small.

Hey, are you making fun of me?

Just a little bit.

Before I forget, um,

I have the pass codes to

our social media websites

and there the cops get to write about

what they do and who they are,

and people just love it.

I'm cool, sis, I'm not an officer here.

I know, but you can give

them a big city perspective.

I'm old-school, though, sis.

If I can't put a stamp on it,

I don't send it.

Hey, don't worry, I'll get you up to speed.

I'm cool.

What's wrong?

I'm not looking forward to this.

Are you talking about Santana's wife?

Selena and I,

we used to be really good

friends in high school.

Wow.

You became a cop

and she became a drug dealer's wife?

Yep.

Bad choice.

Who is it?

It's Officer Alexa.

Alexa, who the hell is this?

What's he doing here?

It's okay, Sheriff. He's one of us.

He's one of us?

Don't kid yourself, pretty little thing,

you aren't even one of us.

Is that right?

Are you a Po-lice man?

Yes, sir.

Oh.

From the big city, I'm guessing.

That's right, sir.

Ooh.

Ah.

You're all sweaty.

Are you nervous about something, boy?

No, sir.

No, sir?

You just happened to be wandering

through our little town, is that right?

Correct, sir.

I'm correct, sir.

I like you.

I really do.

This the fella?

Yes, it is, Sheriff.

"Yes, it is, Sheriff."

Oh, that's too bad.

Well, don't just stand there,

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