Goodbye Lover Page #5

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Hello? You got nothing to say, Ben?

Nothing?!

I don't know what

you're talking about.

Who is it?

Sorry, that's just not going

to cut it, you f***.

Where's Sandra?

Why? What, are you getting horny?

Tough sh*t. You'll just

have to wait until I'm dead.

It won't be that long!

Now, what is that supposed to mean?

Is that Jake?

- After I'm dead, you can bone her.

- What's he saying?

- You won't have to feel guilty.

- Will you shut the f*** up?

You did feel a little guilty,

didn't you?

Just tell me you

felt a little bit guilty.

Come on, Ben, now's your chance!

Just a little guilty?

F***!

Exactly.

I'm sorry.

It just...

happened.

It just happened? What? You just

tripped over the coffee table...

and landed on top of her?

Is that right?

Where are you, Jake?

I'm leaning on the balcony

right now, Ben.

F*** this, you know?

I got to fly, man.

I'm checking out.

But first I'll make

a few phone calls.

I want the world to know what a

beautiful person you are. You know...

"Image is everything."

Image is everything.

- Listen to me...

- No, f*** you!

Shut up! Shut up!

It's too la te, buddy boy.

Elvis has left the f***ing building.

I'll see you in hell!

F***!

I'm going home, if you

want to apologize.

Don't ever talk to me

like that again!

Come on.

3:
35 p.m. Bill was holding a training

session for the Explorer Scouts.

I'd returned to the station after a

police community council meeting.

I spotted officers Jeffries

and Braven having coffee.

Hello, this is Ben.

Leave it at the beep.

- Nice to see you.

- Hi, Ben!

You' re so predictable.

I knew you couldn't do it.

Get him, get him!

Okay. All right.

- Do something.

- You little sh*t bastard!

- Don't!

- It's part of the plan!

You'll leave a mark.

Give it up, Ben.

When I get my hands on you,

I'm going to kill you, you bastard!

You bastard!

- Let go!

- That's good.

- That's good.

- That's enough!

That's good, baby!

Help me back up.

Give my best to Mom and Dad.

Push! Help me push him!

Help me, Jake, I'm slipping!

You' re right...

detective.

I killed my brother.

Where exactly were you when

his brother took a header?

I was in the kitchen making ceviche.

Are you out of your f***ing mind?

It relaxes me.

So then what, Mr. Dunmore?

I just told him to leave me alone.

So let me get this straight.

You wanted to kill yourself?

Something like that.

Jake's been...

going through a very

rough time lately.

I'm an alcoholic.

Welcome to the club.

So your brother came over

to try to stop you.

I tried to get Jake to come down,

but he wouldn't listen.

I'm sorry.

So I called Ben.

So then what? He came in

and sat down next to you?

No. He was behind me.

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