A Killer Within Page #6

For being such a nice guy...

you're a real son of a b*tch.

I've heard that before.

Hey, Vargas, I thought

you had quit smoking.

Yeah, I did, but I promised

myself when I'm 65...

I was gonna start again.

I may not live that long.

Let yourself in.

The key's under the mat.

I got to go shoot

my next-door neighbor...

for a parking space.

Come here.

I want to show you something.

I've got to wrap my head

around this case again.

I'm missing something.

How many files do you have?

Every case I ever worked on,

and then some.

Sonny Lorenzo Bruton.

Hispanic mother, German father.

Both deceased.

Amateur boxer, golden gloves...

which means

he was strong enough.

Liked to keep trophies.

Used to take pieces

of the victim's clothing.

Here. Save that.

We may need it later.

Reports?

What are you looking for?

You know, I'm not sure.

I know he had a regular girl.

She wasrt very helpful

in the trial...

but she refused to rat him out.

Here. Nikki Spider.

Bleached hair, nose ring.

Spider tattoo on the back

of her butt.

- Colorful girl.

- Yeah.

I got some friends

down at vice and narcotics.

I'm gonna give them a call.

See if I can find her.

Yeah. I know I owe you,

Holister.

Yeah, yeah.

Hey, listen. What's the last

address you had on Nikki Spider?

Yeah. Yeah.

Stars tickets, Cowboys, Rangers,

whatever you want.

Gracias, man.

These files are private.

I noticed the parole office

called you...

about Sonny Brutors release.

Yeah. They should have welded

the prison doors shut...

on that psycho.

Did you get an address

on his girl?

Yeah. 1313 Ortiz Street.

Huh. What a coincidence, huh?

Same address as Angel Zamora.

Like mama said,

always cross your "t's"...

and roll your "r's."

Let's rock and roll.

Come on, shyster.

Any of you ladies know

where we can find Angel Zamora?

Uh, yeah. Over there.

I'll give you double the fun

at half the price.

- I know you would, mama.

- Come on, papi.

You want me.

That's Angel.

Let me handle this, all right?

All right.

Angel.

What's going on, baby?

We're looking for one

of your girls... Nikki Spider.

My girls don't have names;

just room numbers.

Tattoo on her ass.

They all have tattoos

on their ass.

Bleached hair, grunge look.

Room 125.

It's a surprise.

Don't call her.

Hello, boys.

It's cold out here.

It's hot in here.

How much to get us inside?

Both of you?

We're both cold.

What about pretty boy?

Are you cold, too?

Sure he is.

No. He scares me.

He only wants to watch,

and we heard you're sweet.

200. Apiece.

You get one penetration.

Anymore than that,

you got to pay extra.

You got to use protection.

Latex, not lambskin.

No batteries or glue guns.

Got that?

You screw as good as you talk?

- Better.

- Ha ha.

On the bed, sweetheart.

What the f*** is this?

Oh, come on, baby.

Don't tell me you've

never been tied up before.

Yeah, but I charge extra.

- I'll give you some extra.

- Ouch!

Just stay calm.

If you're real nice to me...

I'm gonna give you something

you're never gonna forget.

That hurts.

You shut up, you lie there,

and you listen up.

Wise-ass b*tch.

Where's Sonny?

You're a cop.

I should have known.

Cops get off tying girls up.

Yeah, baby.

You told me you like it hot.

If I tell you, he'll kill me.

- Yeah, huh?

- Aah!

Shut up! Shut up!

Look. Sonny is wanted

for murder...

and if you point me

in the right direction...

and I'm gonna forget your name.

I'll even forget about

that tattoo on your ass.

Where the f*** is he?

I'm gonna ask you

one more f***ing time.

Where is Sonny?

I don't know where he is.

You feel this heat?

You feel that, mommie?

Now tell me where you

want it, baby.

Where you want it, baby?

All right. Maybe I should

return the favor, huh?

I should return the favor...

and I should blow

some smoke up your ass.

Where you want it, mommie?

Huh? Where you...

Wait. Look, we got to

make her talk, man.

Don't you want answers?

Not like this.

Not like this.

Damn.

I wish I wasrt on the clock.

I'm taking a refund, baby.

No penetration.

That was bullshit.

She's calling Sonny Bruton.

It's me.

You got to get out of there.

Two. Definitely cops.

How the f*** do I know?

He's here, man. She only dialed

three f***ing numbers.

He's in the f***ing motel.

Bruton, stop!

You're under arrest!

Go! Go for the steps!

No! No! No!

- Is he dead?

- I don't know, man.

He may have broken his neck

on the way in.

You're a dead man, Vargas!

No! Stop! Stop it! No!

He told me some rogue cop

was after him...

after he spilled his guts

in prison...

and I didn't believe him.

- Get her out of here, man.

- You bastard!

Oh, he promised to marry me!

I'm your lawyer,

keep your mouth shut.

I'll handle this.

Well, hello, John.

Did you do this, Jesus?

Yeah. Motherf***er soup.

He ain't gonna be

talking to nobody.

You live by the sword,

you die by the sword.

I'd say this case is closed.

Is that what you'd say,

Counselor?

Or is that what you hope?

Now you got a dead man

to take the fall for murder.

This is all very convenient.

Very neat.

This isn't over.

I'll get a court order...

and force your kid

to finish that picture.

Hey, Lieutenant.

Look what I found.

Vargas does nice work, huh?

Go home.

Come on. Let's get drunk.

Take me home.

I could use

some company tonight.

You want chips with that?

And more hot sauce.

And a plate of nachos,

double jalapenos, por favor.

- Queso?

- Si.

Gracias, amiga.

Oh, man.

My back is killing me.

And I can't make a fist.

I still got your teeth marks

on my hand.

What is it with you?

Every time I see you...

I get in a fight.

Because you're nothing

but trouble.

You know...

I've been in the game

a long time...

and there's not much

that surprises me.

Tonight...

you surprised me.

You killed a man...

without a judge, a jury,

or due process of the law.

How does it feel?

Yeah. It's not

so black and white, huh?

I forgot how bad the coffee

at the station house was.

Thanks for watching my back.

I'm gonna make some calls

tomorrow.

See if I can Garrett

taken off the case.

Go get some sleep.

It's over.

It doesn't feel like it's over.

Brutors dead.

Your son is safe.

It's over.

Sarah made a bed for you

in Christopher's room.

Wanna go see Christopher?

Come on.

Good morning.

- Good morning, Daddy.

- Hey, Tiger.

Look, uh, I got to go

to the office.

I got to figure something out.

It's gonna be hard for him

to let go, Sam.

I know.

I'll talk to him.

Bruton was surprised to see me.

He recognized me.

But he was damn sure

surprised to see me.

Come on.

Bruton was running

from Vargas, Sam.

Not from me.

I'm telling you.

Bruton had nothing

to do with this.

Addison, for once,

let me handle something.

Just drop it.

Garrett was right

about this, Sam.

It's just a little too neat.

Let me make some phone calls.

I'll get someone

less prejudiced on the case.

I don't want Garrett

off this case.

He's looking for the killer.

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