Small Town Murder Songs Page #2

M'am, we can

dispatch an ambulance,

but we need an address.

No, no, she don't,

she don't need an ambulance.

Uh - Look, I'm just

telling you that uh he found

her

and that she's just -

and you just got to do

whatever you do...

M'am, I'm going

to need more information.

If you can stay

on the line,

I'm going to connect

you with the -

I'm, I'm sorry,

I gotta go.

Anything?

Play it again.

Go ahead.

state your emergency.

There's a girl. She's dead,

up Point Beach and Gray Fork.

Rita Louis,

hot damn.

Jesus Jim.

Um, she's the one

shacked up with

that Steve Hinden

character.

The one with

the red pickup?

Yeah.

Walter,

you recognize the voice?

Yeah.

Its Rita.

Lets bring them in.

Sir,

I'd keep your distance.

I'll be fine.

Easy. Hey, hey.

I know, buddy.

I know. Yeah.

Did uh you want

to sit in on this?

Well, no, we got a history, so

you fellows best on your own.

Okay.

Suit yourself.

The whole night?

Uh-huh.

Yeah.

Rita, I got to

tell you that um

any false information

you provide-

No, I get it.

I get it-

Its a criminal offence.

Yeah. Look, he was home

with me. Okay? I swear.

Anyone else

see you at all?

I sure damn hope not.

That would have...

Cross my heart, pinky swear.

He was with me.

You just sounded pretty

distressed in the 9-1-1 call.

I thought-

He found a dead,

naked girl by the lake.

Yeah, I was distressed.

F***ing a**hole.

Sorry?

A**hole.

Nothin'?

Nope.

Frustrating, huh?

Figurin'

he done it?

Wouldn't surprise

me none.

Hey, was it weird

seeing her again?

Sorry.

Pow, right in the face.

Biker drops to the floor

like a sack of nothing.

The bikers look over in terror

like ole Walt just killed him.

Hell of a scrapper

he used to be.

We'll be in touch.

Don't be a stranger,

killer.

So, what'd he say?

A lot of B.S.,

if you ask me.

Said he was dumping trash and

stumbled across the body.

Had Rita call 9-1-1

from a pay phone

'cause he didn't want

to get caught dumping the trash.

Had lots to say about

you, though, Walt,

do you have any idea

why's that?

Yep.

So, what?

So, Rita says they were home

all night, Saturday night,

occupied, if you

catch my meaning.

Now as to why they waited

almost two days to call 9-1-1

no answer for that.

You guys need

some spoons or

stir sticks or something

here, alright?

So is that it - or?

Biker Enforcement is

on the phone for you-

Yeah, I'll be right there.

Is that it? Well, what

do you want me to do Jim?

Bust him

for being an a-hole?

We've got no time of death,

we got no cause of death

and no I.D.

on the girl.

Now I need you guys pulling

double shifts, alright?

Door-to-door,

farm-to-farm

'til we get an

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