Angels Fall Page #4

I saw her running,

but I didn't see anything else.

Excuse me.

Yeah. Yeah, I'm leaving right now.

Sorry, I gotta get down there.

- Did they find anything?

- No. Nothing yet.

Show me again on this map where you were.

Here.

- Right there?

- Yeah.

Well, that's a pretty good distance

from where you were and the couple.

No, that's... But that's the place.

All right. I'll let my deputies know.

I understand your car is in for repair.

Yeah, it'll be done soon.

Well, I'm gonna need you

to stick around town for a little while.

Hopefully no more than a few days.

You think of anything,

anything at all, you let me know.

Don't worry about this, Reece.

We're gonna get this sorted out.

Thank you.

I was on the Old Ridge trail

about 100 yards from there

when I ran into her.

Okay, I'll call you later.

Jeez.

And they say deer are harmless.

Come on, I'll take you home.

- You wrote this.

- Yeah. Keep it.

You know, I can walk.

Sorry, I've put you to a lot of trouble.

You're damn right. Now get in.

Can you be any more rude or insensitive?

A woman was murdered today.

You know, strangled to death?

Do you get it?

Instead of being outraged or sympathetic

or anything even remotely human,

you're snippy.

Acting like it doesn't matter.

Well, it matters. She matters.

Go to hell.

I was wondering if you had anything

approaching a normal temper in there?

And, FYI, guys are incapable of snippiness.

Next time, use "callous." That works.

- You're an irritating and confusing man.

- That works, too.

Aren't reporters

supposed to be sort of personable?

You know, to get information out of people?

- You'll note, I'm not a reporter anymore.

- Oh.

I'm a snippy novelist.

Teeth. I knew you had them, I just...

I've never seen them.

You know, are you hungry?

'Cause I can make something.

- No. It's getting late.

- It won't take long.

Another time.

I don't want to be alone.

I don't know if anyone's ever told you this,

but you can cook.

I heard a rumor.

- Where did you learn?

- Paris.

But you already know that

'cause Doc Wallace told you.

Actually, it was Mac who told Doc.

You haven't picked up

the small town rhythm yet, have you?

Well, you don't talk about yourself

very much.

I haven't noticed

you ponying up any information.

What do you want to know?

- Have you ever been married?

- Almost. No.

Why almost?

'Cause I was too committed to my job.

And she left me for a commodities broker.

- And you?

- No.

Why not?

Just too committed to my job. Period.

Have you ever thought about

opening your own restaurant?

Oh, yeah, a long time ago,

but I'm happy just cooking now.

But I would be happier if I could get

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