Angels Crest Page #4

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Guess what.

I washed my hands.

Good, baby.

Good, sweetheart.

Oh.

Hey, what's this?

What's this you're wearing?

I thought it was a wedding.

Oh.

Yeah, baby, it's...

it's not a wedding.

You still play ball?

That's too bad.

You were good.

Oh, thanks, man.

We got a softball league.

Play against

the fire department.

It's not real or anything,

but, you know, it's something.

Right.

You ever think of a career

in law enforcement?

We could use an arm like yours.

Ethan Denton made bail this morning

after pleading not guilty

to the charges against him

- for his role in the death...

- Not guilty, my ass!

I hope that jury

f***ing puts him away.

Whatever happens,

it's in the hands of the Lord now.

That's supposed

to be comforting?

What are you doing

with my beer?

You've had enough, Cindy.

You have your god, I have mine.

Denton will not be making

a statement at this time.

When will he be ready

to make a statement?

Hey, hey, hey.

We're on your side, Ethan.

Come on, just give us...

Ethan.

Hey, hold up.

Come on... Ethan.

Sh*t.

Hey, man.

Where you heading?

Nowhere.

You can crash

at my place if you want

or at the garage.

We're closed down for the week.

Whose idea was that?

Mine.

- Hungry?

- No.

- I can pick you something up...

- Where were you that morning?

What you talking about, man?

Come on, where were you?

Don't be stupid.

You know what

I'm talking about.

Come on.

You come on.

Where were you?

You know where I was.

I was with a girl.

- Yeah? What girl?

- Come on, man.

No, come on.

What girl?

Give me a break, man.

Come on.

Tell me what girl.

You don't know her, all right?

- What girl?

- Stop it.

- What girl?

- Stop it. Come on.

What girl?

Say it. Say it!

Cindy.

- Cindy, all right?

- Cindy.

You know how close

Nate was to the truck?

Less than a quarter-mile.

- Dude, are you looking at my screen?

- I never, ever...

You were looking

at my screen, man.

Beer.

Think they let you

game in prison?

I'm just saying, I mean,

no work, no bills,

just you and the console.

For five years?

Some games take

five years, man.

Maybe I'll get lucky

and they'll let me out after three.

For good behavior?

- You want me to pause it?

- Yeah, pause it.

- F***. F***.

- Oh, sh*t!

You crazy b*tch!

Get the f*** out of here!

Get out of here!

Yeah, come on.

Come on.

Not guilty, my ass!

Is your dad alive?

No.

I bet he was a good dad,

though, right,

when he was alive?

You being a lawyer and all,

I imagine he'd be real proud.

Something like that.

My dad's not dead.

He's not proud, either.

As a matter of fact,

he's not even here.

I don't blame him.

He probably doesn't even know.

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