A Killer Within Page #4

The hospital.

You hurt that bad?

I got to go check on my son.

What are you doing

following me anyway?

You keep flashing your

business cards...

around like that,

you're gonna get yourself...

f***ing killed.

Thanks.

I'm not doing it

for you, shyster.

I'm doing it

to get Sonny Bruton.

I'm sorry

about your wife, man...

and you were right

about John Garrett.

He's not busting his balls

looking for Sonny Bruton.

He's got you figured for it.

What makes you so sure

about that?

I still have

my sources downtown.

I used to be a cop, remember,

till you had me kicked out.

You broke the law, Vargas.

Oh, yeah. Whose law,

some dead white guy law?

No. Why let justice stand

in the way of the legal system?

- You want some?

- No, thanks.

- Oh. You still don't drink?

- Obviously, you do.

Every chance I get,

but I quit smoking.

What are you doing

with cigarettes in the car then?

I keep them around

to test my willpower.

So you think Bruton

killed your wife?

I don't know.

Judicial vendettas

are so rare...

but the guy threatened me

at the trial...

and this all happened

when he was on parole.

All I know is that

if my sors a witness...

he could be in serious danger.

One thing's for sure...

Sonny Bruton doesn't

want to be found.

So it's my day off tomorrow...

so I'll pick you up

around 11:
00.

All right. See you at 11:00.

- Hey.

- Hey.

How's he doing?

The doctor says there's

no permanent damage.

He's gonna let him go

sometime today.

You want Sarah and I

to look after him...

until you can make

other arrangements?

You guys have done

so much already.

I can't ask you to do that.

Then don't ask.

God. I got to go see Vargas.

Jesus Vargas?

I thought he hated you.

Oh, he does, but he hates

Sonny Bruton more.

Hey, what are you doing?

You can't do that.

You're not a cop.

They fired me. I didn't quit.

OK. We're gonna take this

step by step.

Are you OK with this...

or are you going to

lose it on me?

No. I just...

I mean, my wife used to keep

this place so spotless.

I'm good.

OK.

Kitchen window's broken.

Forced entry.

You set the alarm when you left?

What time was that?

About 7:
00.

We don't know what time

Bruton showed up.

Maybe he watched

the house all day...

planned on getting you

with your wife...

wasrt expecting you to leave.

He broke the window.

You set it on delay, right?

Fifteen seconds

from when I returned.

Didrt want to wake up anybody.

So the alarm was beeping,

and he grabs your son...

but where was he,

here by the door?

OK. Bruton sits outside,

looking for a way to get in.

He sees your son come

to the kitchen...

to get a drink of water.

Or to get the cat.

I mean, he likes to sleep

with the cat.

OK. So he came down

to get the cat.

Or maybe his crayons.

Bruton decides to break

through the window.

He grabs your kid,

your wife comes running in...

Wait. My wife had.15

blood alcohol level.

Point 1-5? Oh, sh*t, man.

She was drunk.

That's right.

So she didn't come rushing

into the kitchen...

but the alarm has to be

turned off in fifteen seconds.

Otherwise, it lights up

the neighborhood.

They were both in the kitchen.

He takes your son,

and he uses him...

to force her

to turn off the alarm...

and then he hurts

Christopher anyway.

Maybe he couldn't quite kill him

because Becky's there.

Maybe he got nervous

trying to kill a kid.

That's new ground for him.

Was Becky forced to watch?

Please.

I'm sorry, man. We'll come

back to it later, all right?

So he picks her up,

he carries her to the bedroom.

He gets her on the bed,

and he ties her to the bed...

with her bath robe sash.

He strangles her

with the stocking...

he ties the other one

around her ankle...

then takes the one he used

as a trophy...

and kills her,

but he doesn't rape her...

takes the crayon

and writes that.

Jesus Christ.

But he doesn't go back

for the kid.

Why not?

How are we gonna find

Sonny Bruton...

if the cops can't do it?

Don't worry.

We'll find him.

Freeze!

Oh, sh*t.

Sam, put that gun down

before you shoot somebody.

Addison.

Where the hell is your car?

You don't want to know.

I've been trying to get you

on your cell phone.

Sh*t. I turned it off

at the hospital.

Garrett is over at the house.

He's got a social worker,

and they're talking

to Christopher.

The hell he is.

Can we talk?

Yeah. Sure.

Don't you worry, honeylamb.

We won't let anyone hurt you.

Just draw us a picture

of the person

who made your Mommy go away.

Excuse me.

What's going on in here?

Would you leave my son

alone, please?

Your son was a witness

to a murder.

This is standard

investigative procedure.

You know what?

I think he's seen enough.

Thank you.

Mr. Terrill,

I don't think you understand.

No. I don't think

you understand, OK?

I'm trying to restore

some semblance of normalcy...

to my sors life, OK?

And if I have to threaten you

with legal action...

I don't think court is where

you want to go with this.

Really? Doctor, can you

guarantee me in writing...

this will not affect my son in

any way, now or in the future?

That's what I thought.

This meeting is over.

You suppose there's anything

to drink in this place?

Dr Pepper, Diet Dr Pepper.

Milk, juice, water.

I'll pass.

How's the kid doing?

He's OK. Bruised, but OK.

Has he said anything?

Not about the murder,

if that's what you're asking.

Your wife found him?

Yeah. About 7:
30.

And you called the cops?

Right after.

Did Mrs. Terrill

have any friends...

that he didn't know about?

You mean, was she seeing

someone else?

Well, possibly. You know

the husband is the last...

No.

She adored Addison.

Did she drink a lot?

Becky was easily bored.

When she was bored, she drank.

Did the Parole Board

contact your firm...

about Bruton being released?

They contacted me.

We get about 200 calls a day.

If we were contacted,

I don't remember.

What kind of law

do you guys practice, criminal?

Civil defense.

Ah.

You were always smart, Moss.

Too smart to stay

an assistant DA.

Always second chair...

from high school to Harvard law.

I guess your firm

is successful.

If a big corporation

has to win a case.

They called Terrill

and Moss LLP...

so, yes, you can say

we're successful.

Does your firm carry insurance?

Sure.

What kind?

The usual.

Workers' comp, full medical,

dental, key man.

What kind are you looking for?

Life insurance.

On dependents.

How much for Addisors wife?

Three million.

Aha.

That's a hell of a motive.

No wonder Garrett's

up his ass.

Terrill, the best way

to protect your son...

is to find his mother's killer.

Why don't you find yourself

out of here?

Terrill, I've got to have

that picture.

Now! Just get out.

Well, howdy, John.

Long time, no see.

Jesus,

what are you doing here?

I guess I got lost

on my way to the barrio.

If you know what's good for you,

you'll get lost permanently.

The last thing I need

is a hothead like you...

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