Deadly Impact Page #3

- No, thanks. How about tomorrow?

No, that's not good enough.

It wasn't easy to find you,

and I deserve a few minutes for the effort.

Can we just have a seat?

Yeah.

So you're with the FBI?

- How'd you know?

- Christ, lady.

If it was the CIA,

they would've waited till I left the building,

thrown a black bag over my head,

and handed me off to Washington.

You're in a bar, for Christ's sake.

Ain't touched a drink.

Speak with a Southwest accent.

Even I can hear some Quantico

in there somewhere.

Carrying a standard issue 40 caliber Glock.

Nobody else in here would pick up on it,

but any decent cop can spot an agent.

Especially an agent trying

not to look like an agent.

You never told me your name.

- Isabel Ordonez, FBI.

- Tom Armstrong. Retiree.

- Pretty perceptive for a retiree.

- Yeah, well, what's your point?

I was hoping that you could

just listen to this tape...

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Lady, I never told you anything

about helping you.

All I need is a few seconds

for you to listen to it.

You know what? It's taken me a while here,

but I finally found a way

to make this place work.

I got it, and it'll take all of two minutes.

- It won't. It won't take two minutes.

- I'm not going to leave. This is important.

Listen, Agent Ordonez,

or whatever your name is...

The Lion is back in Albuquerque.

- How close are you to getting him?

- We're close.

We think we've intercepted

a cell phone call he made to an associate,

and we need for you to give us a voice ID.

You are the only person we know

that's ever spoken to him.

Okay?

Yeah.

THE LION... The best opportunity we have

is the Carom Club,

- Saturday, 8... 00 sharp.

- MAN... Okay.

THE LION... Make sure we have the truck,

car, storage rental, and explosives.

Now I need to get to Panama,

and I need to get out.

I know it's short...

- It's him.

You're sure?

Yeah. Yeah.

A voice ID is flimsy,

but the judge just needs a reason

to issue a warrant.

Tom, if you're interested, we'd like

to have you come back to Albuquerque,

take a look at our files on The Lion.

No one's ever gotten

as close to him as you.

- Your role would be strictly as a consultant.

- I don't think so.

Never really been much of a consultant.

Thank you for your help.

I'm sure it wasn't easy.

THE LION... Saving your wife is not an option.

THE LION... y ou're the one that has to

live with what happens tonight.

- How are we doing on video capture?

- Nothing yet.

And it's become a real big problem.

We gotta move these people

off the dance floor.

- This is out.

- All right.

Let's see what you got.

- Yeah.

Look how pretty she is.

Thank you.

- You, my friend, are late.

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