The Hollow Point Page #3

smuggling ammunitions

across the border

in that truck?

That's a lie.

Well, whatever

he ain't telling you

got him in trouble

last night,

got him confronted.

By who?

Still sorting that out.

But whoever that may be,

I ain't gonna tell you

that Ken mersey

don't got his own

consequences coming to him.

Ah, f***.

You bring him home,

Wallace.

They got your commercial

on TV up in Indian Ridge.

It's 4:
00 in the morning,

but it's TV nonetheless.

You trick-or-treating?

Was wondering

if you knew anything

about Ken mersey

going missing.

Yeah, what kind

of trouble he got?

The considerable kind,

i guess.

Ooh.

Really taking

yourself seriously

in that uniform,

ain't you?

Don't mind going after

an old drinking buddy

like that?

As far as I can see,

he's under arrest.

Ah.

If he's still alive.

How do you take

your coffee?

I don't.

Well...

No sales being had.

No maintenance or repairs

being had.

It's just a whole lot

of nothing.

I haven't had a real need

for Ken in the garage.

What about

the stolen truck?

Trucks.

He took them with.

He didn't say anything.

He just...Went.

That don't sound like him.

People have a way of

changing on you, I guess.

I guess.

I want the trucks back.

That's why I only

reported one.

I wanted him

to know, you know?

I didn't really want Ken

to get into

any sort of trouble,

knowing his mama and all.

Ken was cutting

armor-piercing slugs

into scrap engine parts

not 20 feet

from where you're sitting.

Well, if he was doing

any of the sort,

it wasn't in my garage.

There's no other

place in town

suited for that

kind of...Activity.

First off,

how about his garage?

Ken opened his own shop?

Always get a ribbon

for trying.

A**hole.

You're good

right there, Wallace.

What'd you get

yourself into, Kenny?

I took 250,000

to leave this place,

to not belong in here,

for just--

for just one night.

It kicks a good bit

of life into you.

That cousin of yours,

he's laid out on a slab.

Kilbaught took his head

clean off,

and you ain't too far behind.

I want to know where

the bullets are coming from

and who struck the deal.

I want names,

names I can hunt down and put

away this side of the border.

The cartel won't

take this lightly.

They'll send someone.

What's coming,

it ain't some butcher.

It's punishment.

You can't stop

a thing like that.

All that money you took

can't buy the fact

that now you got them

coming after Marla too.

She didn't know.

They won't care.

I only took my cut!

What's this?

Oh, you chicken sh*t,

just go.

F*** me.

Ugh!

Aah!

Kenny.

F***.

Aah!

Aah!

Aah!

Oh, god.

Oh, god.

Oh, god.

What the hell?

Wallace?

Wallace!

Wallace...

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