Ticking Clock Page #3

you've got to turn in.

You promise you run the print,

I'll turn the journal in first thing.

Give me the damn thing.

- Can I go back to sleep now?

- Okay. All right.

Hey! Thank you, Gordo.

Yeah. Yeah. Yeah, yeah, yeah.

You know, it's not nice

to read someone's private thoughts.

How'd you get in here?

I knew that I had recognised you.

You used to be quite a writer.

You had a genuine empathy

for the outsiders, for the outcasts.

I try to understand people

without judging them.

Why they do what they do.

Why are you doing this?

I'm just putting things right.

Are you interviewing me?

For your next book, perhaps?

You want to be interviewed?

The truth is, you won't be writing

any more books, Mr Hicks.

My journal, please.

This interview is over.

You just ruined a perfectly good jacket.

Get your hands in the air!

Hold on, hold on!

- Put the shovel down!

- There's a guy and a gun!

- Put the shovel down!

- On the ground! Now!

- It's my house!

- On the ground!

- It's my house! There's a man inside!

- On the ground, sir!

- There's a man in there with a gun!

- Up against the wall.

- There's a man and a gun.

- Now! Now! Move it! Move it!

Just relax.

- There's a guy inside.

- Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Clear!

Bedroom clear.

Bathroom clear.

Louis Hall, architect, Louis Barnes,

sales representative,

Louis Hayes,

Community Brotherhood Project.

You're a man of many faces.

I'm an investigative reporter.

An investigative reporter.

And you recognised him?

It's the same guy.

This accurately matches your description?

That's him. That's definitely him.

Fine. Circulate it.

Okay, so, your door was locked,

no sign of forced entry.

How'd he get in?

I don't know.

I see.

And you say he came in here

looking for a journal, his journal?

Yes.

Which you should've turned in.

And you obviously know

that withholding evidence is a crime.

All right. Let me get this straight.

A killer, who only you saw, breaks in here,

steals the only proof you have

of his existence.

You think I made this up?

I broke my own window?

I put these cuts on my face?

A security guard at the Federal Building

saw Felicia arguing with a man after work.

Would that be you?

Yes.

What were you fighting about?

Am I a suspect here?

I don't know. You tell me.

I mean, at 6:
00, you two were fighting,

and at midnight, she's dead.

Listen to me.

He plans to kill again.

More people are gonna die, a lot more.

I mean, I saw names,

dates, surveillance photos.

I mean, we got to figure out a way

to stop this guy.

"We"? "We" got to figure it out?

It's not enough for you

to write about these nut jobs?

You got to get in on the action, huh?

I just don't want to see

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