The Courier Page #4

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What did he mean?

- I don't know.

What did he mean?

No, no, no, man, look.

All I know that ...

that anyone who had a connection

with him ten years ago...

has a dust-to-dust reunion, if you know what I mean?

- What happened ten years ago?

Who are you?

The person who keeps you alive.

So answer the question.

Ten years ago

hell brought to New Orleans.

And Evil Sivle did the match.

Evil Sivle was walking death, know what I mean?

Even God himself shook when he hears that name.

- What about Maxwell, did he shake?

Is that why Evil disappeared?

- No, Maxwell loved him like a son.

I don't know, why he killed his wife and kid.

Chopped the body parts up and mailed them to him.

But nobody knows what happened after that.

Some say Evil killed Maxwell ...

Some say Maxwell killed Evil,

Some say they all died that day.

If all died, then why are you

on top of that f***ing headlist?

'Cause I had too many f***ing questions.

Mayor Shirer's Office

Can you explain to me,

why these people are dead?

And I found this in the car

you chapped.

Or how about... why every place you leave,

there's a body behind you?

I don't have anything to say, detective.

There's a call for you.

Just sit tight!

How the f*** did you get out?

- Just really had to use the restroom.

We have friends everywhere, don't you?

You're free to go.

I got a phone from the sergeant,

who got a call from the lieutenant ...

who got a call from the mayor,

who got a call from some friend of yours.

Who is this friend of mine?

Good day, gentlemen.

Got a package for you.

- You gotta be kidding me?

Well that, no.

Who is the sender?

- I don't know.

Just got a call to drop it off.

They told me what you look like.

Stitch, where are you?

Call me right away!

Hello?

Hello?

- How you doing, Eddie?

Who is this?

- How is your family?

Your granddaughter is growing up so fast.

- Do I know you?

Why does the friend of yours show interest in Evil Sivle

Listen to me, I don't know who you are

and I don't know what you want.

And I don't know anything about what's going down, ok.

- Hello?

Welcome home.

You set me up.

You pay me with money

logged in evidence in the NOPD?

Get me out of jail,

with a murder charge.

You bug my apartment.

You didn't think I would find you?

And that I'd figure out, you were a fed?

Why are you talking about murder charge?

You broke the rules and brought

my goddaughter into this.

You go to hell.

It wasn't me, that got you out.

Think, man!

Even if I legally could pull that off...

would cost me weeks of paperwork.

And favors I don't have.

And this here... is two generations higher

than anything we got a budget for.

Evil Sivle is dead.

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