Stolen Lives Page #4

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It's a news story

like any other, Tom.

No, Pete, it isn't.

This is different.

This is a 10-year-old

boy who was found dead,

and he damn sure didn't die to

make sure your rag of a paper

doesn't go out of business.

Look, if I can create a little buzz

for the few days this story is fresh,

so much the better.

And if calling him the boy in

the box helps spread the word,

it's going to help you as well.

Let's try to show some respect, huh?

Hey.

Your mother called.

Did she tell you that she was coming?

She must have seen Pete's article.

Anytime she sees

anything with the slightest

connection to Tommy, Jr.,

she has to make her way over here.

I'll call her and

tell her we're okay.

No, you can't.

She's on her way, and she

said she'd be here in an hour.

When are you gonna come home?

I don't know.

I'll try to make it early.

Okay.

Look at this.

According to this inspection,

the building was started

in the spring of 1958.

Who was the contractor?

Guy named Bill Byrnes.

Where are you going?

I think I know his son.

Jesus, you're talking about '58.

I was a kid.

How the hell am I supposed

to remember sh*t like that?

Can you give us any names?

Well, Swede was around back then.

He was a foreman.

Other than that, you're on your own.

They're probably all

dead by now, anyway.

No real names?

I told you, they were all drifters,

only nicknames.

You ever see any kids around?

It was a construction site.

I wasn't even allowed to hang out.

Look, guys, it's been real,

but I got to get to work.

You need some gas?

Yeah, go ahead and

fill 'er all the way up.

Papa!

My boy needs a restroom.

Oh, we got an outhouse

in the back there.

How far to the nearest town?

That'd be Barnstable, 15 miles or so,

just a straight shot down 32 here.

Thanks, much obliged.

Come on, John.

Come on.

Hey, you remember the Munsel

bathroom outside their house?

Uh-huh.

It's different from ours, right?

There's no flusher.

No flusher, okay, I won't flush.

It's not that you

don't... don't flush,

it's that there is no flusher.

Okay, so I won't flush.

Whoops!

You don't have to do that.

Oh, thank you.

That's sweet.

It's not a problem.

I suppose I'm gonna

have to start over again.

Guess so, huh?

You passing through?

Yeah, yeah, looking for work.

That's got to be

tough with a kid in tow.

You have no idea.

I'm sure you'll be all right.

Let me know if you need anything.

Thank you. Thank you kindly.

Hey, I don't know where you're from,

but I don't like strangers

talking to my wife.

Papa!

We don't want any trouble here.

You and that queer boy

of yours found trouble,

so you best be paying me and moving on.

How much do I owe you?

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