Angels Fall Page #2

Especially if you don't go

rabbiting off on me some night

and leave me flat.

Now, I'm gonna ask you straight out.

- You got the law after you?

- No.

I didn't think so.

People around here get to speculating.

Open it.

Oh! It's beautiful.

You know, a long time ago I made a mistake.

I married a man who wasn't good for much

but being handsome.

He was damn good-looking,

but he wasn't good for me and our boy.

And once I was gone,

he never came looking.

No one will come looking for me.

That's all I need to know.

You got the key.

I won't leave you flat.

And if I need to go,

I will tell you beforehand.

Fair enough.

I'll be right down.

- I'll get you a box.

- Oh, that's okay.

Just take a second.

Mac?

Mr. Drubber?

Oh! Thanks.

I can open you an account.

Joanie gave me an advance.

You know, I don't need the camera,

but I will take a map.

Housewarming gift.

- Be right with you, Brody.

- Thank you.

Reece is moving into the apartment

behind Joanie's.

For now.

Why don't you help her haul this stuff

back over there?

- He sort of put you on the spot.

- Yeah, he did.

Well, you really are a city girl.

That was just a truck backfiring.

You should be here during hunting season.

Sorry.

And that completes the

entertainment portion of this program.

- I'm Reece, by the way.

- I know.

I'm Brody.

I thank you for not asking any questions.

- Would you have answered?

- No.

You're staring.

Glancing.

Connected glances equals a stare.

Oh, I'm sorry. Professional pitfall.

Writers observe.

That was very rude of me.

That's okay.

You can dedicate your next book to me.

Who decides what's rude, anyway?

PRS.

The Prevention of Rudeness Society.

Didn't they disband?

No. They continue their good work

in secret locations across the country.

- So, what do you write?

- Mysteries.

- Are you writing one now?

- Researching right now.

I'm trying to find the perfect spot

for a murder.

I'm thinking high up in the park.

Nobody's on the trail

this early in the spring.

He gets her, he pushes her

and she falls a long, long way.

Don't kill the woman.

I'm just trying to steer you away

from the obvious clich?.

Everybody thinks they're a writer.

Oh. Thanks. Just put that there.

Well, if you want me to leave, just ask.

Would you? Leave?

Can I use your bathroom?

Sure.

No, it can wait.

What's the special at Joanie's tonight?

Probably something fried with potatoes.

Oh, forgot my milk.

I'll catch you later.

- Hey, Doc.

- Hey, Brody.

Hey.

Here's that $10 I owe you.

- God! Oh, God!

- Reece, are you okay?

He killed her. He killed her. I saw it.

- I saw it. She's dead.

- What? Who's dead?

I saw it. I wasn't dreaming.

It wasn't Ginny at the river.

- Who's Ginny?

- No, the other woman.

I saw him kill her.

Look, I can't understand you.

What happened?

Take a deep breath.

I saw a hawk. I saw a hawk.

I had the binoculars.

I was looking around

and there was this couple,

and they were fighting,

and he knocked her down.

- I've got to get out of here.

- Finish telling me.

- I saw him strangle her.

- Take me there.

No.

- She could still be alive.

- No, she's dead.

There's nothing we can do for her now.

I'll call the sheriff from my cabin.

It's right down the hill.

I couldn't really see him.

He had on sunglasses and a baseball cap.

- It was orange like a hunter's hat.

- Okay.

And his back was to me.

She had black or brown...

I think it was brown.

It was brown, straight hair.

You said "Ginny."

Did she look like Ginny? A friend of yours?

No. No, there's no Ginny.

Okay. What about the man?

- Was he white?

- Yes.

What about his hair?

Like I said, it was under a hat.

I couldn't really tell.

What about you, Brody? You see anything?

No, I was coming down the mountain.

I saw her running,

but I didn't see anything else.

Excuse me.

Yeah. Yeah, I'm leaving right now.

Sorry, I gotta get down there.

- Did they find anything?

- No. Nothing yet.

Show me again on this map where you were.

Here.

- Right there?

- Yeah.

Well, that's a pretty good distance

from where you were and the couple.

No, that's... But that's the place.

All right. I'll let my deputies know.

I understand your car is in for repair.

Yeah, it'll be done soon.

Well, I'm gonna need you

to stick around town for a little while.

Hopefully no more than a few days.

You think of anything,

anything at all, you let me know.

Don't worry about this, Reece.

We're gonna get this sorted out.

Thank you.

I was on the Old Ridge trail

about 100 yards from there

when I ran into her.

Okay, I'll call you later.

Jeez.

And they say deer are harmless.

Come on, I'll take you home.

- You wrote this.

- Yeah. Keep it.

You know, I can walk.

Sorry, I've put you to a lot of trouble.

You're damn right. Now get in.

Can you be any more rude or insensitive?

A woman was murdered today.

You know, strangled to death?

Do you get it?

Instead of being outraged or sympathetic

or anything even remotely human,

you're snippy.

Acting like it doesn't matter.

Well, it matters. She matters.

Go to hell.

I was wondering if you had anything

approaching a normal temper in there?

And, FYI, guys are incapable of snippiness.

Next time, use "callous." That works.

- You're an irritating and confusing man.

- That works, too.

Aren't reporters

supposed to be sort of personable?

You know, to get information out of people?

- You'll note, I'm not a reporter anymore.

- Oh.

I'm a snippy novelist.

Teeth. I knew you had them, I just...

I've never seen them.

You know, are you hungry?

'Cause I can make something.

- No. It's getting late.

- It won't take long.

Another time.

I don't want to be alone.

I don't know if anyone's ever told you this,

but you can cook.

I heard a rumor.

- Where did you learn?

- Paris.

But you already know that

'cause Doc Wallace told you.

Actually, it was Mac who told Doc.

You haven't picked up

the small town rhythm yet, have you?

Well, you don't talk about yourself

very much.

I haven't noticed

you ponying up any information.

What do you want to know?

- Have you ever been married?

- Almost. No.

Why almost?

'Cause I was too committed to my job.

And she left me for a commodities broker.

- And you?

- No.

Why not?

Just too committed to my job. Period.

Have you ever thought about

opening your own restaurant?

Oh, yeah, a long time ago,

but I'm happy just cooking now.

But I would be happier if I could get

Joanie to get better ingredients.

You know, everyone at Joanie's

is talking about us right now.

Yeah, they saw my car parked out front.

What was a convenient parking job

has now turned into a raging affair.

Seems to be an intramural sport

around here, speculating on people.

Like you betting Mac

that Lo would be sleeping with me

within a week?

- Maybe you are getting the rhythm.

- Maybe.

- Hey.

- Rick.

- Brody.

- Did you find her?

- We didn't find anything.

- What do you mean?

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