Anamorph Page #5

I was going to meet you upstairs

I can't, I just got time

for my cigarette break.

- We can go get a coffee.

- No, this is good.

I really need a cigarette.

Mind if I smoke in here?

No, hop in.

How you doing, man?

- Thanks for returning my call.

- Not a problem.

We are buddies

I heard that you are working

on a new case.

Yeah, they expect to be on something

so soon after that last one.

Last one?

Talking about five years ago.

- You got promoted didn't you?

- Yeah.

They got me up there

nice cushy desk job

Oh good.

- Tough thing was that girl.

- The girl?

Could have been twenty more

girls like her dead, Stan.

Panned out in the end.

How is your family?

Everybody's good.

Boys are 8 and 10 now.

Big kids, man.

Look, It's great to see you, man.

Me too.

Have something you want

to get off your chest?

No!

I mean I'm on this thing and...

I have been thinking.

You know, I think I know

what is going on here.

My advice to you is, if it's in

the past, let it stay there.

Things change.

Never set foot in the same river twice.

- Thanks.

- Sure.

I think you gonna catch this guy.

That one.

- This is the one you want?

- Yes.

What's wrong with the one

you've got, Stan?

Oh you know that I actually having

company over the year?

I just want another chair.

What's wrong with having

two matching chairs?

Nothing wrong, Stan.

Nothing wrong.

I get you a Federal salty table or

a Heppelwhite for the same price.

- No, no, no, that's what I want.

- OK.

What?

You just have to have it, don't you?

That's your problem, Stan.

Me, I love the feel of an object

changing hands, to let it go.

You can't let go of

anything, can you?

Like that girl,

the memory of the girl.

Might not be your fault.

Might just be the past

that isn't through with you yet.

Keeps pulling you back

all the time.

Now all of a sudden

it's a copycat killer.

We do not know if it is a copycat.

I'm not so sure either, Stan.

I took a look at some photos

from the Uncle Eddie killings,

and I kept thinking about

your painting... and

He said it was a piece of junk.

There was something there though.

The presentation of the body,

the pigments and gestalt.

There was something about it,

You know what I mean?

No, I don't know what you mean.

Looking at the work

in a sequence,

was like watching

a retrospective.

I think you should stick

to garage sales...

and vintage porn.

Don't get your horns all twisted.

We killed Uncle Eddie.

You're dealing with the same guy.

- I'm tired of your bullshit.

- Stan, sit down, Stan.

- No, I'm leaving.

- Come on, sit down, Stan.

I'm leaving.

Sorry.

I'm sorry.

Stan.

Thanks

Eggs Florentine.

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