The Hollow Point Page #2

It's not like you

to be so funny so early.

Well...

I always figured

Ken mersey liked you

a whole lot more

than you liked him.

Maybe he just don't

want to show his face.

He's missing,

I'm worried.

It doesn't have to be

so black-and-white, Lilly.

For f***'s sake.

All I'm saying is that...

Maybe he's gone

because he wants to be gone.

This ain't hardly

about Ken, is it?

This is about Wallace

coming back.

Hey, do you want

to take care of this?

Oh, Jerry, you're just

aching for coffee, aren't you?

Here.

Drink up.

There's plenty more.

That's an awful shame

about kilbaught.

Old sheriff kilbaught

is a violent dinosaur

going the way of his kind.

How about yourself?

I'm good on coffee.

Uh-huh.

Spent a good five months

figuring out smuggling routes

up in Indian Ridge.

Kept on hearing about

peculiarities and such.

Catapults and

back-alley breast implants.

Even heard

about a submarine once

somebody took the time to build

by hand in their garage.

Mm.

And these brass bastards,

they buy fear and panic,

which makes them a whole lot

cleaner than money.

You can speculate all you want

about where they came from

or where they're going,

but the real concern here is,

what's gonna happen

if this bullet

don't make its destination.

So...

You found just the one?

Sh*t.

You still alive?

Someone's calling looking

to speak with the sheriff!

He sure rushed my gate

in a hurry.

I called you because

the plates came back.

They were registered

to a used car lot

over in your jurisdiction.

Diaz classics?

Yeah.

Showed up as stolen.

I called it in.

It took 40 minutes.

Anyway, they chased him

all the way out

to the 24,

lost him out there

on a back road

before your guy

went in after him.

What guy?

I don't know.

I couldn't flag him,

but I saw him.

I saw the tan uniform.

I figured I'd just

call your partner

in the morning

and check in.

Was me and the old man.

As of this morning,

got to be just me.

Dispatch, we have a code 32

off carrion road.

Burning pretty good,

by the smell of it.

I think I found us Ken mersey.

What the hell

happened to you, Ken?

Where'd you get off to?

Sh*t.

Well, that's everyone

that's come in.

Closest thing

to a molotov cocktail

these folks have seen

is a broken air conditioner.

Sorry about that, deputy.

But I don't believe

your friend is here.

Didn't say

he was a friend.

And it's sheriff.

Is Ken in there?

Is he okay?

Don't give me

that look, Wallace.

Surprising, is all.

Ken mersey is a good man.

He looks after me.

Oh, Wallace, stop it.

What do you know

about the truck?

He bought it.

He told me to fix it up

and sell it to shep.

You know he was

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