The Night Flier Page #5

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for the pilot to take to a motel?

There doesn't seem to be any

with an easy walking distance.

No, I don't remember Claire saying a word

about calling a fella a cab.

What about a limo?

Didn't say nothin' about no limo neither,

and he would've mentioned that.

Check taxi, limousine services.

Seen one more thing, too.

Might not mean nothing,

but then again it might.

Struck me peculiar.

So give...

Seen something strange under that plane.

I did.

Tell me.

Big pile of dirt

Right under the luggage bay it was...

nasty stuff,

like where something had died.

You're going after him,

ain't you?

You best be careful.

This fella who killed old Claire,

he ain't no man.

Thanks for your input.

Not scary enough, Claire.

What the hell are you doing here, mister?

You scared the sh*t out of me, buddy!

You do this to Claire?

No, I didn't,

but I think the guy who did

just ran that way.

I don't know who you are

or what you want.

We respect the dead around here, mister.

Now, I suggest you do the same.

You might be joining ol' Claire

sooner than you think.

Really.

Thanks for the advice, tiger.

You're a real credit to humanity.

You'll get yours, you son-of-a-b*tch!

I already got it.

I really gotta drink some more of that sh*t.

Must've been that kid from the cemetery

and his boozed up buddies

exercising their first amendment rights

on my motel room window, f***ing hicks.

It's gonna take a lot more

than that to scare me off.

Anyway, I checked out Ezra Hannon's

story with the police,

They basically backed up everything

the old gin-head had to say.

Then I called the Derry airport

where this nut-bar supposedly flew out

and they never heard of a Dwight Renfield

or a black sky master with that tail number.

So where the hell did he come from?

And why didn't Claire question

his missing flight plan?

These little hick airfields

are always used by drug runners

to transport their sh*t.

If the FAA found out that Claire Bowie

let Mr. Renfield in so easily

they'd shut him down faster than you can say

"Bum-f*** county. Maine".

I guess Claire doesn't

have to worry about that now.

Alderton, New York is next.

See what other mischief our caped crusader

got himself into.

You may not know it yet, Dwight,

but you're gonna be my one way ticket

back to the front page.

You're a very generous man, Mr. Dees.

Only when I have to be.

Must've been a mighty man,

got Buck Kendall.

Guy must've got him from behind,

that's the only way I can figure it.

Why do you say that?

Well, ol' Buck weighed around 220.

An easy man most of the time,

God-fearing christian.

But if you did get him riled

he made you sorry.

You got here right in time.

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