Lady in White Page #3

laughing at the clever joke they'd played.

But then their laughter turned to tears

as they stood before a gravestone.

Donald, Louie?

And then I felt the chill again.

And with it, came the little girl.

-Who are you?

-Frankie.

Who are you?

Melissa.

Where are you going?

Where am I going?

Don't you know

where you'd like to be going?

To my home. In my own bed.

My mommy's lost and I can't find her.

Will you help me find her?

Daddy's here. It's okay.

Ray, do you read me? Over.

What's going on out there?

-What're you doing here, Willie?

-Nothing, Sheriff.

-You been here all night?

-I took a little nap.

What've you been drinking?

Does Matty know where you're at?

Take him to the station.

We'll talk when you get sober.

-I ain't done nothing--

-Go on. I'll talk to you in a little bit, okay?

All right, come on, let's go home, folks.

It's late.

How you feeling?

Feel better now?

Sure he's all right.

Just like my new wristwatch.

Takes a licking and keeps on ticking.

Shut up, you.

Who cares about your wristwatch?

-Stop smoke, before you die, too.

-Who to die? Nobody to die.

Never mind. Go find your son

and say that Frankie is wake up now.

When I die, no smoke's gonna kill me.

It's you who gonna kill me.

Hey, Al.

Your son wants to talk to you.

Hi, Dad.

What am I gonna do with you?

Dad, it wasn't my fault.

Donald and Louie locked me in.

I thought I'd lost my cap--

I know all about it.

When you didn't show up,

I made some calls.

Your buddy Louie finally confessed.

Dad, something incredible happened

while I was in there.

-I know.

-You do?

Frankie, you weren't breathing

when we got there.

Do you have any idea who hurt you?

It was a man.

What did he look like?

It was too dark. I couldn't see his face.

Dad.

-Something else happened.

-Get a load of this.

The toad's a celebrity, a big star.

Who told them I was 10?

Listen to that voice.

Now he even sounds like a toad.

Geno, how many times have I told you

not to call your brother names.

-I wasn't calling him names.

-You was, too, Geno. You called him a frog.

-I didn't call him a frog. I called him a toad.

-What's the difference?

I give up. Where's the food?

Charlie, go smoke a cigarette.

Stop making trouble. Go ahead.

First she tells me I'm gonna die from smoke,

and now she's gonna sing at my funeral.

Right. I'm not only going

to sing at your funeral...

I'm going to throw on top the dirt

so I get rid of you in my face.

-Bye, Grandpa.

-Shut up.

It's all there. Whole story.

Eleven kids molested and killed

in the past 10 years.

They're all from the city

except for the first one and Richie Cilak.

You remember Richie, don't you, toad?

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