The Night Flier Page #4

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I have my own plane, thanks.

How you doing, friend?

Don't believe I know you, mister.

My name's Richard Dees, I'm a reporter.

I was wondering if I can

talk to you for a minute.

Ezra Hannon.

I fix things around here, work the planes.

What paper you say you're from?

"Inside View", you know it?

Oh, yeah.

My wife Martha reads your paper.

After she's done with it I use it

to line our kitty's toilet box.

Soaks up that cat piss real good.

Then you won't mind

answering a few questions.

You wanna talk to me about the killing

of my friend Claire Bowie, don't you?

How did you know that?

Ain't no other reason city folks visit these paths,

except something bad happens,

and this was...

real bad.

But I gotta tell you,

I already told everything

I know to the police.

But, see, I'm not the police.

This'll only take a few minutes, so...

if you don't mind...

I suppose it'll be alright.

Speak loud and clearly and you

tell me what happened

the night that Claire was murdered.

It all began the night

before Claire was murdered.

The night that bastard flew in here.

That plane was a black Cessna sky master, right?

tail number 1-0-1, Bravo lima?

It was one of them sky masters alright.

At least I think it was.

I can't say as I remember

the tail number...

Because I don't.

Ain't that the damndest thing?

Doesn't matter.

Doesn't matter at all,

you just go on ahead now.

The night shift belonged to Claire.

Quiet most time, but not that night.

No, sir...

not that night.

My shift was over

and I was loading up to head home...

that's when he came down.

Let me tell you, Mister...

right from the get-go

that fella didn't seem proper.

Just sorta off.

Why was that?

He was wearing a big cloak.

He was.

Red as a fire engine inside,

black as a woodchuck's a**hole outside.

and when it spread out behind him,

it looked like a goddamn bat's wing, it did.

Come to work about 7:00

that next morning,

headed to chat with Claire before he went home,

like I always did.

'Morning!

Claire?!

But I gotta tell ya...

Claire seemed a bit odd that day...

not quite himself.

This some sort of new service, Claire?

Claire?

Just doing my part is all.

Saw you had a night flier last night.

This him?

Yeah.

Dwight Renfield...

flew in from Derry.

Nice fella...

different...

Said he was leaving tonight.

said he'd stop back to say goodbye.

Looked like he came back alright.

Can't imagine it being anyone else.

Came back and ripped my friend's throat

clean out from his neck...

and left him dead as dirt in winter.

Ugly way to die...

So the plane was there

the whole day?

Yeah.

Did Claire happen to mention calling a cab

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