Righteous Kill Page #5

about yourself,

whatever.

l won't ask for it.

Just for you.

l want you to try it.

Sounds like fun.

Harder.

Go, Turk, go!

You got third.

Go go!

Yeah!

Look at that.

You own it. You own it.

No matter what they say

about you,

you're tremendous!

Go go, Turk, go!

Safe.

You dropped the ball.

- A f***ing cheap shot, man.

- Get away from the bag.

- Or what? Or what? Or what?

- Watch the bag.

The NYPD is bubbling

with frustration,

hostility and testosterone,

ready to erupt

at any moment.

Think of me

as the release valve.

One flick of the trigger

and the pressure goes down.

You know why

you join the force?

To get respect.

Most people respect the badge.

Everybody respects the gun.

Hey, Riley, l was talking to JD--

you guys caught a stiff named

Phillip Trager, a gun-runner?

Oh, yeah, a real piece of sh*t.

- How did that go down?

- l don't know.

Somebody gave him a taste

of his own medicine, l guess,

walked right into his apartment,

killed him with one of his own guns.

Did the shooter leave a note

or anything?

Yeah, actually,

the shooter left a poem.

He did?

No sh*t.

Yeah. Hey, Simon,

you remember that poem

from the Trager case?

What are you doing, man?

Turk's asking about it.

What the hell are you doing?

Que mierda 'tas haciendo ahi, papa?

No le digas mierda a eso loco.

Calmate. He wants to hear

about the poem.

''Merchant of thieving class,

l slit his throat

and capped his ass.

l took his gun, l took his--

l took his life, l took his gun,

But too bad he's not the only one.''

That's how it goes,

something like that.

lt's not iambic pentameter,

but it rhymes.

- Rooster.

- Yo.

We're looking for the same guy.

He knocked off a pimp named Rambo

a few weeks ago. When was yours?

Last week. We're running ours with the ATF

because of the guns.

We're back in business on the Rambo case.

Looks like the same guy knocked off

- a gun dealer on the three-three last week.

- No sh*t.

- What do you mean? That's our case.

- That's our case. You're taking our case.

Seniority, guys.

Tag along, you'll learn something.

Oh, tell me the guy's name

is Greg Brady.

Please. lt is, isn't it?

Oh, somebody's knocking off

the Brady Bunch.

Gotta be the Partridge Family.

Trager,

a gun-runner bites the dust--

number 11.

The bullet matched the .45

in Trager's apartment.

That was no surprise.

So l ran it through ATF.

lt's one of a batch of six

that was stolen from a gun shop

- in Virginia last month.

- Yeah, probably by Trager.

That's what they think.

He matches the description they have.

lt still doesn't help us find the guy.

lt just helps us tie him to the victims,

which he's already doing

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