Cold in July Page #3

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- Any sign of him?

- No.

Well, fan out and see

if you can flush his ass.

Kevin?

He's in the f***ing house!

- What the hell?

- He's in the goddamn house!

- Jordan!

- Move! Go! Go!

Haul your ass!

- Price!

- Jordan?

Get the door.

- Let them in the door.

- Ah!

The door's locked.

Somebody go around back.

- I can't get it open!

- Open up, Ann!

- Jordan!

Jordan!

Oh.

He's in the woods.

Move. Move.

- Thank God.

Oh!

Tracked him

down to the river,

but the rain's making it hard.

- How'd he get in?

How'd he get in the house,

Ray?

- He never left.

Son of a b*tch

was in the crawl space

the whole time.

- Jesus Christ.

- We'll get him, Rich.

Don't you worry.

Nuevo Laredo?

Yep, piece of sh*t

went to Mexico.

- Mexico?

Federales picked him up

across the border.

We got him, Rich.

Dragging him back to Huntsville

as we speak.

His age, he'll never set foot

in this county again.

Listen, uh,

we just wrapped the paperwork

on the Freddy file.

Why don't you stop down

and we'll close this out

for good?

Then you owe me a beer,

compaflero, okay?

- okay-

Hey

Looking back...

- That's it.

Sign these last two,

and you're on your way.

- All right.

What's this?

It says "Freddy Russell."

- so?

So that's not the guy

I shot.

Is that some kind of mistake

or what?

- That's Freddy Russel.

It's just a bad mug shot,

not very recent.

People change, Rich.

- Well, not that much.

You were pretty upset

that night, remember?

Yeah, he died

right in front of me.

I look at pictures of faces

all day.

That is not the guy.

- It's called shock, okay?

Memory gets a little fuzzy.

It happens.

Now, why don't you go home

and let me deal

with the police work, huh?

Give my regards to Ann,

huh?

Sheriffs offices.

Price here.

Hey, Ray.

This is Richard Dane.

- What is it, Rich?

That wanted poster

is bugging me.

It's not him, Ray.

We've been through this.

It's late. I'm busy.

Give it a rest.

- Well, just hear me out.

- I did, and you're wrong.

Case closed, over.

Now get some sleep.

- Sheriff's office.

Yeah, Lieutenant Price,

please.

Sorry.

He's not here, sir.

Can I take a message?

Come on.

Bring him down here.

- Move along.

Let's go.

Keep him quiet.

That's it.

- Get him out.

Get down.

Get down.

That's good.

That's good.

There you go.

- Going down.

- Get down.

- Down.

- Get down.

- Whoa.

What happened to your shoes?

- Oh.

I drove out and checked

on the cabin yesterday.

Must have stepped in some muck.

I thought you didn't like

going there.

- Yeah, I know,

but I figured

I got to clean it out sometime.

- And?

My father

didn't leave much behind.

There you go.

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