Diabolique Page #6

Just don't let him forget me.

You're not gonna light that?

You can light these in America?

I'm quitting. Nicorette.

Excuse me...

...my husband is missing.

I think this might be him.

- How long?

- Four days.

- You file a missing persons report?

- No.

He has left before

without telling you?

The description fits.

- John Doe, 180 pounds, six foot even?

- Right.

- Describe his clothes.

- It says the body was naked.

We don't tell the press everything.

I didn't see him the day

he disappeared.

Any jewelry?

A wedding ring, that's all.

He doesn't always wear that.

Can I see the body?

- Appendectomy scar?

- No.

I see. No.

Hold on.

Howie, I think Mrs. Doe is here.

Prepare yourself.

The sand does a lot of damage.

Oh, my God.

Is that your husband, ma'am?

No.

Poor kid.

Wasn't her husband.

Never saw him before.

Excuse me?

Mrs. Baran?

- Who are you?

- Forgive me for intruding.

Sit down.

Coffee, please.

I saw you at the sheriff's.

I got your name off the view request.

Shirley Vogel.

You're the police?

Cagney and Lacey

kind of thing.

They met with me once.

Research stuff. Nice girls.

I say "girls," is that okay?

Anyway, flash forward 10 years.

I'm on medical leave. The big C.

Air.

I'm sorry.

Whatever. I knew it was coming.

With my family, never two b*obs

in a coffin.

I'm sorry, but why are you here?

Remember your husband?

Could I get some coffee, please?

You mean...

I'm sure he'll turn up.

Wrapped around a pier.

You drove all the way here...

That's kind of you.

Who the hell am I, right?

I don't blame you.

Look, I know an officer in Hazelton.

- I could call him, he'll get details.

- I don't want to make it official.

Suppose it's just intentional.

- Here's your coffee.

- I know what you mean.

Men.

How do they sleep at night?

They have sex, that's how

they sleep at night.

He might be home already.

This place. Jesus.

It's no Sizzler, is it?

He'll be mad if I go to the police.

That's it. Keep it private.

Once they get your hooks in you...

I couldn't afford you.

We run a school.

A school? Then forget the police.

You can't afford the publicity.

Two, three days, I chase him down

to a girlfriend's...

...and scare him.

That wouldn't be easy.

Look...

...I don't want money.

Look at me. I'm chasing all

over for lunch dates...

...with guys I couldn't stand

10 years ago.

It'd give me something to do.

You ever smoke?

Look at this security system.

What's this? A piece of the Cross?

Aren't you hungry?

I thought I should eat, but...

You know what your problem is?

You're feeling guilty.

No...

...I'm not.

It's not your fault. It's men.

Testosterone.

They should put it in bombs.

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