Angels Fall Page #3

- Yeah, he did.

Well, you really are a city girl.

That was just a truck backfiring.

You should be here during hunting season.

Sorry.

And that completes the

entertainment portion of this program.

- I'm Reece, by the way.

- I know.

I'm Brody.

I thank you for not asking any questions.

- Would you have answered?

- No.

You're staring.

Glancing.

Connected glances equals a stare.

Oh, I'm sorry. Professional pitfall.

Writers observe.

That was very rude of me.

That's okay.

You can dedicate your next book to me.

Who decides what's rude, anyway?

PRS.

The Prevention of Rudeness Society.

Didn't they disband?

No. They continue their good work

in secret locations across the country.

- So, what do you write?

- Mysteries.

- Are you writing one now?

- Researching right now.

I'm trying to find the perfect spot

for a murder.

I'm thinking high up in the park.

Nobody's on the trail

this early in the spring.

He gets her, he pushes her

and she falls a long, long way.

Don't kill the woman.

I'm just trying to steer you away

from the obvious clich?.

Everybody thinks they're a writer.

Oh. Thanks. Just put that there.

Well, if you want me to leave, just ask.

Would you? Leave?

Can I use your bathroom?

Sure.

No, it can wait.

What's the special at Joanie's tonight?

Probably something fried with potatoes.

Oh, forgot my milk.

I'll catch you later.

- Hey, Doc.

- Hey, Brody.

Hey.

Here's that $10 I owe you.

- God! Oh, God!

- Reece, are you okay?

He killed her. He killed her. I saw it.

- I saw it. She's dead.

- What? Who's dead?

I saw it. I wasn't dreaming.

It wasn't Ginny at the river.

- Who's Ginny?

- No, the other woman.

I saw him kill her.

Look, I can't understand you.

What happened?

Take a deep breath.

I saw a hawk. I saw a hawk.

I had the binoculars.

I was looking around

and there was this couple,

and they were fighting,

and he knocked her down.

- I've got to get out of here.

- Finish telling me.

- I saw him strangle her.

- Take me there.

No.

- She could still be alive.

- No, she's dead.

There's nothing we can do for her now.

I'll call the sheriff from my cabin.

It's right down the hill.

I couldn't really see him.

He had on sunglasses and a baseball cap.

- It was orange like a hunter's hat.

- Okay.

And his back was to me.

She had black or brown...

I think it was brown.

It was brown, straight hair.

You said "Ginny."

Did she look like Ginny? A friend of yours?

No. No, there's no Ginny.

Okay. What about the man?

- Was he white?

- Yes.

What about his hair?

Like I said, it was under a hat.

I couldn't really tell.

What about you, Brody? You see anything?

No, I was coming down the mountain.

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