The Good Student Page #5

safe and sound.

Police knocked on doors looking

for any clues or witnesses

in connection with this case.

Sage mist metallic...

Ally's favorite color.

We'll take it.

God bless you both.

Mr. Palmer.

Gentlemen.

Looks like the sale

is going well.

Yeah, well, it's a good

distraction, you know.

Where's my Ally?

Can we have a word,

please?

Come on in.

Have a seat.

Don't touch the cat.

Took her down

with a .30-06.

Two shots to bag

that one.

Tiff, be a hon.

Three scotches.

Now, again,

where's my little girl?

We have a couple questions

for you, Mr. Palmer.

Was Ally using drugs'?

What?

Any reason she might have

run off?

Shady friends?

Was she depressed?

What in Christ

are you talking about?

Some nut job broke into my home

and kidnapped my daughter.

That's just it, sir.

Usually in a kidnapping,

there's a ransom note,

some sort of demand.

Without that, it looks more

like a runaway situation.

Allyson has a great life.

She got the best of everything.

Why the f*** would she run away?

Somebody took her.

I know it.

How are you so sure, sir'?

Scotches for everyone.

Not now, Tiff.

But, Philly, you--

Not now!

Let me tell you something.

I am a respected man

in this town.

My reputation is my life.

I got powerful people watching

this situation real close.

I'm gonna be the mayor one day,

so when I tell you

that you should be out

looking for a kidnapper,

then you and the freak

over in the corner

had damn well better be out

looking for a kidnapper.

And I'll tell you

something else.

If you ever insinuate again

that I know more

than I am saying,

I will personally slice your

nuts open with a rusty nail.

Sound fair to you?

Peachy.

Now, what about this pencil dick

that assaulted me

with a frying pan?

Gibb?

He's clean so far,

but we're not done

with him yet.

Problem remains,

no ransom note, no motive,

no kidnapping.

Karl, let's go.

Mr. Palmer's gonna be mayor

one day.

Shouldn't

you be in jail?

Ronnie,

it's not your fault, pal.

They're all hotties,

hotties dressed

like little hookers.

They're all asking for it.

It's no wonder

guys like us

do the things that we do.

Jesus!

Sorry.

Keep that piece of crap

out of here,

or I'll call the cops.

What is it exactly

that guys like us do?

Please, Ronnie, you think

you're the first teacher

to slip one of his flock

a little something extra?

I got two juniors.

They'd be failing right now

if they didn't f*** like champs.

You're disgusting.

How do you live with yourself'?

Wake up, Gibb.

A girl like Ally Palmer wouldn't

give you the time of day

if she wasn't fishing

for a good grade.

Wait a minute.

You think she's actually hot

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