Demon Knight Page #3

Sheriff, you better

watch it. He's armed.

Told you.

- Drop the guns, or I'll kill her.

- Don't!

- I said, drop your goddamn guns.

- He won't do it.

- The hell I won't.

- I know this man, and he will not do it.

Drop the knife.

Drop the goddamn knife!

Her blood's on your head,

a**hole.

Spread 'em!

Well, well, well.

Mr. Brayker.

- Pleased to make your acquaintance.

- You lyin' son of a b*tch.

Said his name was Smith.

Call it in, Bob.

I believe you'll find what

I'm looking for in there.

What's he got

to do with this?

- I'm... I work for a collection agency.

- It's empty.

Really.

That can't be.

Well, I guess that means

it's somewhere in the house.

- Keep him away from me!

- Shut up!

Where is it? I don't know

what you're talking about.

Maybe it's up in his room.

What you guys looking for?

- What the hell are we looking for anyway?

- A piece of antiquity.

A relic...

in the shape of a key.

- Bob!

- Yeah?

Search his room.

It's number five.

Come on, give it to me.

Come on.

Give it to me.

Come on. Ahh!

Come on.

Crank me up.

Come on. Ahh! God! Is that good?

- Freeze!

- Ohh!

Jesus Christ, Bob,

you son of a b*tch!

Turn it off! Turn it off! I'm sorry.

Oh! My nipples are smoking!

Get your clothes on.

Now!

Good work, Mavis.

Looky, looky.

I didn't find anything

in the perp's room...

...but I sure found something

in the room down the hall.

Thanks, Mavis.

Sorry to drag you down here,

but we'll sort this thing out...

...and then you can get back

to your business.

I am assuming it was

personal business, Cordelia.

Actually, Sheriff...

...it was kind of like

a tune up and lube job.

Shut up, Bob! I don't

want to hear about it.

You know how it is when you get

your car... I don't want to hear it.

Shut up, Bob.

This Brayker fella's

getting more interesting.

According to the computer, Frank

Brayker died over five years ago.

Who the hell are you?

What's your name?

Maybe if you cool your heels in a jail

cell, you'll be a little more chatty.

Come on, Bob.

Help me get him to the car.

I'd appreciate getting back

what he stole from me.

That way I can

get on my way...

...and you can give this lowlife

what he deserves.

Why don't you tell us

where you put it?

You make it easy for me,

I'll make it easy for you.

- Mind you, you're off to a pretty bad start.

- I know where it is!

It just occurred to me. I watched

him stash it and didn't even know it.

Willy, no!

Relax!

I'm sorry, mister.

I'd like you

to put it inside.

Look what he's done.

He's put somethin' awful inside.

Would you mind dumping that out

before you place it inside?

Sure.

No, don't do it.

He's not what he says he is.

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