iMurders Page #7

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From where?

Those noises

I can't get out of my head.

That eerie,

horrible sound ringing out--

I hear it over and over.

The sixes give me quiet, though...

and hope.

So does the computer chatroom.

That was always April's thing, not mine.

April? Who is she?

She was everything to me.

She was a lover?

Yes.

I loved her,

and more than

you could ever understand.

I see.

So she broke your heart?

Many times,

but that's not what

the sixes are about...

or the computer chatrooms

that I have joined.

So what was the sixes for?

April's dead.

She could spend hours

at a time on FaceSpace,

especially chat night.

Must have had 10,000 requests

to add to her friends list.

- A lot of men?

- Men, women, whoever.

Everybody was attracted to April.

I began to suspect

she was having an affair

because she was so drawn to it.

Was she?

She was killed going to meet

someone from a chatroom.

Her family got

a huge insurance settlement.

I got nothing.

So you wanted money?

I just wanted April,

but somebody else got her.

I spent a year on that site

searching for answers as to what

was so worth losing her life for.

Now though...

I've got the sixes.

And you think the sixes

and this chatroom

are where you will discover

what you need

to stop the noises that haunt you?

My hope is that soon

they will be silenced forever.

- Are you going on a trip?

- Hmm?

- Your bags.

- Oh, yeah. A work thing.

- Ah.

What do you do?

You didn't tell me what you did.

I'm an event planner.

Okay.

You mean weddings,

bar mitzvahs and stuff like that?

No no, much more exciting than that.

I do corporate events.

I go to whatever city

an event's planned in

- and I do onsite inspections.

- Ah, so you're always traveling.

Yeah, I've run up

a frequent-flier mile or two.

- Mmm.

- But I want to hear more about you.

What's the secret behind

my furniture-making,

ex-crime-fighting neighbor?

- This is good.

- Good.

What do you want to know?

Mmm, the possibilities.

Let's start

with how you became a cop.

Uhh...

family business.

My two grandfathers were cops,

my pop. My sister's an FBI agent.

My brother's the local PD.

And my brother Bobby was killed

in the line of duty.

- I'm sorry.

- Yup.

Well, I see you brought

two bottles of wine.

- I did.

- Are you trying to get me drunk?

Maybe.

No, you know,

I was going to do the flowers thing,

but everybody does that.

I was going to get roses.

I don't know.

Maybe you're allergic to roses, so...

my sister said to bring wine.

I didn't know

if you liked red or white,

so I brought both.

- Do you like ros?

- I like it all.

You like it all.

- Let's open the red.

- Yeah.

Yeah, this is really good.

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