Terminal Velocity Page #4

Yesterday, this

wet dream walks in,

all cute and jittery like she's

never been on a jump before.

Then I find this

in her apartment.

So you think she misrepresented

her actual abilities.

I think she did for bullshit

what Stonehenge did for rocks.

That's very good.

That's very funny.

Uh...

What were you doing in her apartment?

Lookin' for her roommate.

Instead I get attacked by some jamoke with

pink rubber gloves and a bad Sinatra cut.

Let's backtrack a little bit. How did

you gain access to her apartment?

- I used keys.

- Whose keys?

- Her keys.

- Without any permission.

She's dead, remember?

What do you want

from me?

I just want the truth.

No, you just want

someone to hang.

Richard. M-May I

call you Richard?

Ahem.

I know guys like you don't like

guys like me, a-and that's fine.

But let me suggest

you drop the attitude.

Okay? Because if you

take a look around,

you'll see I'm the only guy here

tryin' to help you.

Just... work with me.

Look, here's my card.

If you think

of anything else,

you beep me,

day or night.

- Okay?

- Okay.

Oh, oh, uh...

One more thing.

Uh, did anyone take any pictures

or video or anything like that?

I can look, but I...

I don't think so. No.

Okay.

All right.

- I'll be in touch.

- All right.

- Get some rest.

- I will.

Robocam with the cavity-cam.

What's up, pretty lady?

- Be natural, all right?

- I'm always natural.

Oh, God. Well, it's like

you just feel free.

Like a bird.

I always think

of that song "Free Bird. "

- Do you know it?

- Holy sh*t!

There was another plane.

All right, Slammo,

who the hell are you?

Come on, man! What are

you buzzing me for?

Because apparently, Ditch, you needed

a tour guide to find your way here.

- What took you so long?

- What I don't understand, lady,

is how you're still vertical.

Why don't we start there, all right?

The woman you saw falling

wasn't me.

It was a female body dressed

in an orange jumpsuit.

The suits from your jump center

were easy enough to copy.

Okay. Okay, I'm startin'

to catch on, I think.

So you unhook while I'm up front

checkin' for traffic, and then...

She jumps. She max-tracks into

the blind spot behind your plane.

A body drops from the plane

above you:
mine.

Shadowing above.

You look out, see her falling.

Or think you do.

Actually, I'm on my way

landing a mile off.

I see.

Yeah, I was this close

to puttin' it together.

Of course you were.

All right, so you've fooled a guy who

can't get his sideburns even when he shaves.

- What about the coroner?

- Terminal velocity.

How fast does

an unstable body fall?

110, 120 miles an hour?

- Yeah, about 110, 120...

- Miles an hour.

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