Angel Of Death Page #3

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What did I do?

You said I was fine. You said

there was no f***ing damage.

You f***ing lied to me.

No, no, I would never lie to you.

Please, just settle down.

Please.

So, what is it you need, Eve?

I wanna help you.

Then tell me what happened.

You said I would be fine,

but there's something wrong, all right?

Something in here.

Okay.

What exactly are you experiencing?

Nightmares, all right?

Nightmares.

People, okay?

Targets that I've taken out.

I keep seeing them.

Well, you have an extreme job, Eve.

It's only natural that you- -

No, all right? This isn't natural.

Not for me.

What the hell have you got me on?

No, it can't be the drugs.

That's not right.

I need to run some tests.

Let me schedule a CAT scan.

We can- -

No. F*** your tests.

I hope this isn't a social call,

Mr. Prescott.

Haven't made out under the bridge

since high school.

No, Agent Taylor.

This is business.

There's about to be a shake- up

in the L.A. branch.

Does the FBl know

anything about that?

That's what we're hearing

from our sources back East.

Cameron Downes is planning

to take over from his father.

Word is he's got some competition.

Who?

No one's talking.

Interesting.

So tit for tat, what do you know

about the murder...

of Mr. Davis Anderton

the other night?

Not a thing.

Now, Anderton was giving up intel

on one of your boys, Arthur Max.

- That's not the deal, Danni.

- F*** you.

Anderton's little girl was killed too.

What do you want from me?

I'm trying to stay alive here.

What?

What do you want?

F*** off.

What do you what from me?

It'll be taken care of.

You're up tomorrow.

Hey, Eve, it's me.

I'm just calling to check in.

I wanna be sure you're okay.

And don't not call me back

because I just said that.

Thank f***ing God.

Eve.

F***, Graham.

I f***ing had to.

You gonna tell me why she hit you?

I would if I knew.

Shouldn't have put her back to work.

She wasn't ready for anything.

Seemed like she was having

a bad acid flashback.

Did she have a seizure?

What, like a fit? No.

- Is she supposed to?

- Yeah, she could.

That's another reason

you have to find her fast...

before this gets worse.

Jesus. What kind of pills

did the doc put her on?

- I don't know. Antibiotics, painkillers.

- That's it?

Oh, this is totally f***ed.

Mr. Max can't find out about this.

- Arthur Max is the least of our worries.

- Sh*t.

I'm more concerned

about who she's gonna hit next.

So, what's the problem with this

whole takeover that I'm not seeing?

I'm hearing that Lyman's coming down

to handle the deal.

- Lyman's respected a man.

- He's a fat motherf***er.

It is a f***ing insult.

The partner should be coming down,

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