Twilight Page #2

A real long time.

Catalina.

Cuff him.

- Jesus Christ!

- What's the matter?

- See that guy with Verna?

- Yeah.

- Hey, Harry!

- Carl!

It's Harry f***in' Ross!

So?

- What's your worst fear?

- Getting shot.

Getting shot where?

Inglewood?

Not that kind of 'where'.

Holy sh*t!

He goes down to Mexico

after this runaway,

she won't come with him and gets

hold of the dumb son-of-a-b*tch's gun.

- And whammo!

- In the dick?

Blew it outta the hangar, I heard.

Captain?

Yeah.

Harry, great to see you!

Since when?

Hey, sure,

we've had our differences,

but time heals...

Captain, think we can get started?

Sure, sure.

- If Harry feels up to questioning.

- I feel up to questioning.

Harry doesn't want

to be treated differently.

I can understand that.

Well, then...

...what exactly were you doing

at Lester Ivar's house?

I was supposed to meet him there.

- Why treat me different?

- My point exactly.

And your business with him?

He was on surveillance,

he wanted me to do the night shift.

- Am I missing something?

- Missing? No.

- You work for Lester often?

- Now and then.

Mostly when his asthma kicks up.

Are you aware that

Lester was murdered today?

No. I'm sorry to hear that.

Well, here's the thing, Harry.

Half an hour after Lester's killed

at a flophouse over on Palmetto,

we find you

in his ransacked apartment.

That could be construed

as breaking and entering.

You say you were working for Lester,

but your licence expired a year ago.

- I better call a lawyer.

- Relax, we're not after you.

A man with his own cross to bear.

Cross... to bear?

- You think I?

- That's all for tonight.

If we have any more questions,

we certainly know where to find you.

Right, Captain?

Sure thing, Lieutenant.

- What's going on?

- Nothing's going on.

- Hey!

- What?

We worked together, remember?

Partners, among other things.

- Harry, cut it out!

- My ass!

Nobody thinks you killed Lester.

- That never stopped you before!

- We cut you some slack this time.

A little slack?

My goddamned licence

expired a year ago.

All right!

Everybody knows

what happened in Mexico.

- I took a bullet.

- Harry, please!

Lieutenant! Can I have a word?

Be right there!

Harry... I'm really sorry

about everything.

And...

...just know I'll always

be there for you.

- Back when I was still a cop...

- Hey, Hotshot!

...my one ambition was

to get into fair Verna's knickers.

Being unable to do so

was a professional disappointment

that drove me

into the private sector.

People told me

you were more fortunate.

You must be confused, Raymond.

Lord, I do hate a modest man.

Care for a drink?

- I could use a cup of coffee.

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