End Game Page #2

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I've seen him where he lived.

Where? Where have you seen him?

Well, for $20, I'll show you.

Shangri-la.

- You sure he was living here?

- Scout's honor.

Cross my heart.

- That's my home away from home.

- It's nice.

Yeah, wait until you see the inside.

Hey, boss. You got company.

- How many?

- Two. Man and a woman.

Your boy was living there about a week.

Did you tell anyone else about this?

No. Nobody ever asks me nothing.

I don't volunteer nothing.

Yeah.

Okay, look.

Can you stand out here and keep watch?

Let me know if anyone comes, okay?

- I can do that.

- All right.

Buy yourself a couple of beers

or something. Okay?

I don't drink.

Okay.

I'll give you another $20

when I come out, okay?

Yeah.

- Hey.

- Hey, boss.

Listen, a last question.

Did you ever see him with anyone?

Oh, yeah. Yeah, twice. Twice!

I seen a guy go into the place.

Okay, great, that's great.

- Would you recognize him again?

- Yeah, yeah.

- Did you run her plates?

- Yes, sir.

Give me a few hours

and I'll have her life's history.

Look, I gotta go, okay? But thank you.

- Thank you for all your help. All right?

- Yeah.

- Okay.

- Come back, I'll buy you dinner.

Okay. How much will that cost me?

- Yeah?

- Hey, it's Kate. Okay, listen.

Detimore wasn't working alone

on this thing.

A third party rented him an apartment.

They paid cash.

Two weeks before the shooting,

it's near campus and it's under a false name.

And I met a guy named Shakey...

and he lives in a van behind the building,

but he swears he can ID him.

Shakey? Let me guess.

Drunk, needs a shower, not all there.

Yeah, but he knows what he saw

and I believe him.

And listen, I went into the apartment...

and I found cough syrup,

and bloody tissues, and painkillers.

Which means?

Which means he had lung cancer.

I saw the same thing with my mom.

Right.

So maybe the guy wanted to go out

in a blaze of glory.

Or someone found out and used him.

Go back to Shakey's,

find out what else he knows.

Okay.

- Hold it, ma'am.

- Kate Crawford, Washington Inlander.

Okay.

Hold it.

Okay, this goes in the back. I'll radio ahead.

So, Shakey tells me

that he can identify someone...

that's going in and out

of Detimore's apartment...

and, the next thing you know,

he's killed in a fire.

That's not a coincidence.

If he was murdered,

you're playing with big-boys rules now.

I've played big-boy rules before.

Yeah, and my head ended up

on the chopping block.

Yeah, but we also won a Pulitzer.

True.

But this Pulitzer could end up killing you.

- Maybe we should bring in the authorities.

- No. Come on, not yet.

It just... They'd only shut me out

and then I'd have nothing.

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