Sin City: A Dame to Kill For Page #5

I'm here. I'm listening.

Just tell me what the

hell it is you want.

There's only one thing

I want from you,

and I want it so desperately

I could scream.

I want you to forgive me.

So you've got a

conscience after all.

Fine. I forgive you.

You got your wish.

Now go home. Sleep tight.

You're right about me.

I'm a selfish slut

who threw away

the only man

she ever loved.

But I was wrong.

Good one.

I was born at night,

but it wasn't last night.

I'm in hell, Dwight.

It's worse than

you can imagine.

You made your bed,

sleep in it.

Forgive me, darling, I beg you.

No.

I love you.

No.

No!

You do that again,

I swear to hell I'll kill you.

If you can't forgive me...

...then please remember me.

They say you really never die

as long as somebody remembers you.

What the devil are

you talking about?

Mrs. Lord.

The weather's inclement,

the neighborhood is bad,

and your present company

is low.

You're due at home,

Mrs. Lord.

I'd say that's up to Mrs. Lord.

This is none of

your concern, sir.

Any physical contest

between us

would have one outcome.

Hey, buddy,

is that d*ckhead

giving you a hard time?

You want me to break

him down for you?

I got nothing going on tonight.

That would be

an interesting contest.

It's not his fight.

Never mind, Dwight.

It is too late.

I'll go with him.

Too late for what, Ava?

For everything.

Just remember me, my love.

Remember me.

You have business tonight,

Mrs. Lord.

Unpleasant business.

I don't care any more.

The night air

hasn't gotten any colder.

It just feels that way.

Buddy, I don't mean

to poke my nose

where it don't belong, but...

That there is

a dame to kill for.

Ava.

Damn.

Night turns to day

and then it's night again,

and there's nowhere to hide.

She isn't worth

a moment's thought,

and I can't get her

out of my head.

What am I doing smoking?

Where did I get

these cigarettes?

It's Ava making you crazy

all over again.

Never let the monster out.

Shake her off.

Whatever she's in for,

she deserves it.

But I have to know what's wrong.

It's a couple hours' drive

out to Sacred Oaks.

It shouldn't take

too much effort

to get to the bottom of this.

Just a simple job

of breaking and entering,

punishable by up to five years

in the slammer,

even if I don't kill anybody.

I wind up seeing a lot more

of Ava than I bargained for.

And she seems perfectly

goddamn fine.

Not roughed up.

Just the rich man's wife

she always intended to be.

I'm a damned fool.

Freeze, pervert.

Let me through, Manute.

I'm sorry, Dwight.

An atom bomb goes off

between my legs.

A freight train

barrels into my jaw.

I've taken a beating before,

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