The Hollow Point Page #5

How dare you, hmm?

I do must ask myself,

how the hell do you

keep this place afloat?

Ahh.

Come on, sit down, shep.

Hmm?

Sit.

You are not

an unfortunate man.

You're an auspicious parasite,

and I need you to tell me

who's on the other side

of that spook.

You came in

with your mind made up.

What the f*** you want

me to tell you, le?

Huh?

Can't ask you

to trust me.

Well, then don't.

Shame on you.

I had trouble finding

the fix for it.

But I found it.

So what's this, then?

It's only ever been

three crosses that I remember.

Who's the fourth?

Could be the one

waiting for me.

"This god-forsaken road

will bury us all

somehow,"

was the way

Ken said it.

You look good

with that promotion on you.

You already got made sheriff.

You got what you wanted.

- Oh, yeah.

- What about me, huh?

Wasn't so much a promotion,

like I said it was.

Why wasn't I good enough?

Good enough

for you to stay?

Can't...

So how much money he take?

Well, enough,

i guess.

You sound like

you really care.

They don't care

about the money neither.

They just got to decide

if his death is enough.

Simple as that.

If they can find Ken

in the middle of a back road,

they're sure as hell are

gonna find you.

I've seen the man

who killed him.

I know his name,

i know where he is.

And what are

you gonna do?

You can't even

write him a ticket.

Kilbaught, he knew.

There's no

arresting anyone.

Not anymore.

I need a ride.

Up here,

on the left.

You know you don't

got to go.

Call it

a good cause, then.

The only good cause

you'll ever have

is listening to me.

We could go.

Keep driving.

I'd really like that.

Oh, f***!

Get back, get back!

Go on, put it down.

That girl behind you

ain't gonna like you

with no pecker.

Now put the f***ing gun down.

Who the f*** are you?

Who the f*** are you?

I'm the man looking

for Samuel Gibbons.

That'd be me.

Is this you hiding him?

Huh?

Look, look,

i don't know much,

but just take

whatever you want and go.

Shut up!

You're a cop?

I work for county,

same as you.

Whatever the issue

is here,

you and I,

we can sort it out.

We can understand

each other.

How is it

that they own you?

I don't know

what you're talking about.

I know they own you.

I swear to god, I don't know--

I don't know

what you're talking about!

I know they do, you son of a

b*tch, I know they do!

Stop it! Stop it!

- You're gonna take me to him!

- Oh, my god!

Now we're gonna

make a liar out of you.

Why are you helping him?

Take me to him!

You gonna take me

to him now?

I don't know what

you want me tell you.

I don't know!

They're good

at making threats.

- Get the f*** away from him!

- Get back.

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