Hell Baby Page #2

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Father Innocente was...

Himpaled, with an umbrella.

There was blood everywhere.

Not a very fitting end for

such a fine man of the cloth,

to be stab-bed with the

pointy end of an umbrella.

It was actually not the

pointy kind of umbrella.

It was actually one of those

little stubby umbrellas.

It had, like, the logo of

a local radio station on it.

One of those, you know?

It had the face of this

guy they call the Locador.

He's like a crazy

luchador of good times.

And his face was on the umbrella.

The umbrella comes

popping through the chest

of Father Innocente.

It pop open. His heart

still pump for a few beats.

Blood sprays everywhere.

It was not something

you forget right away.

- It's all in the report, sir.

- Yes, about the report.

There is an awful lot of details

about the impaling of Father

Innocente with the umbrella.

Next time, I don't need so many details.

Just, yeah, broad strokes.

- The gist.

- Si.

Eminence, I must tell you this.

It was probably the kind

of umbrella they give you

if you go to an event that

the radio station is hosting.

Swag.

And this is the thing that

popped through the chest.

You know, like the dinosaur. This one.

This is how it pop open,

and blood spray every place.

- It was really, really weird.

- It was really weird.

So weird.

Look, boys, I know this

was a very rough one,

but I may have another job for you.

What is the case?

It's a real doozy.

You're already playing catch-up.

Take a look at that photo.

- So gross.

- Super gross.

- Super gross.

- This is just a photograph.

In real life, it's far more horrifying.

Get your asses on the chopper.

We are going to need... some per diem.

You know that's not me, right?

I hope that wasn't for me.

- No, no, no.

- I was reminding myself.

"Go to Accounting. We're

going to need some per diem. "

Level four. The guy down

below. The hunchback.

Yeah, near the fingers of St Peter.

Don't let F'resnel get

to you even for a second.

Let me put it to you this way.

If you were gonna buy a lottery ticket,

which I know you wouldn't,

because we're snobs,

would you buy it from

the same exact 7-Eleven

where the last winning

lottery ticket was sold?

No. That's like lightning

striking the same place twice.

Yeah. Precisely.

So the fact that there have

been a couple of murders here...

- Several.

- Several murders.

The chance of there being one murder

are so slim statistically.

A couple? I mean,

it's almost impossible.

So one more? Forget it.

You're safer than in any of the

murder-free places we've lived.

You coming to bed, baby?

Vanessa?

Sweetie?

Huh.

Hi, Vanessa. This is Dr Marsden.

I was looking at the latest

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