Angels Fall Page #5

loads of people think they recognize her.

It's something.

Yeah, it is.

All right, I'll get it out.

See what comes back.

That's all I'm asking.

- Hey.

- Hey.

What are you doing here?

You're crushing my berries.

Oh, God.

Oh, it won't come off. Come on.

- It won't come off. It's not coming off.

- Reece. Reece.

- It's happening all over again.

- What is?

This! Doing things I don't remember,

like food in the closet! Packing!

- Reece, when did this start happening?

- After the murder.

It started happening right after the murder.

Just like after the shootings.

- I need... I need to get back to the hospital.

- You just need to calm down.

No! No! No! This is what crazy people do!

You're not crazy. You're not.

- You didn't do this.

- Yeah, then who did?

Someone who wants you

to think you're crazy.

- What is this?

- Scotch. Drink it.

Oh.

Okay, who would want to

make me think I'm crazy?

And why would someone

want to do that to me?

You ever seen the movie Gaslight?

Oh, this is why I'm attracted to you.

I'm regressing to a fugue state,

writing all over my apartment,

and you mention a 50-year-old movie?

Is that a yes?

Charles Boyer tries to drive his wife

Ingrid Bergman crazy.

Does that sound familiar?

But why?

Who would be the most invested person

in wanting you to seem crazy?

Who would want the whole town

not to believe a word that you say?

I don't know.

- How about the killer?

- Come on.

A crime of passion

is committed in the wilderness

where no one's supposed to see it,

but there's a witness.

Then all the way across town

the gossip starts.

The witness has a history

of psychological problems

caused from a previous violent crime.

But, damn, if she isn't plucky.

She insists she saw something.

So if you're the killer,

you got to make it seem as though

she's lying

or nuts.

Why not just kill me?

'Cause if you end up dead,

then everyone's got to take you serious.

It's better to push you into insanity,

have everyone doubting you.

- You actually make it seem plausible.

- But wait, there's more.

The map, the shoes in the refrigerator,

the things on the wall,

no one else was supposed to see them.

They were intended for you

and for you alone.

You know I think it's easier

to believe that I'm relapsing

than to try and swallow

your mystery writer plot.

You don't make anything easy.

That's an odd thing to say to a woman

who's been trying to survive.

A woman who survived

after all her friends were killed.

She was left in the dark, bleeding to death.

Everything was taken from you

for no rhyme or reason.

It's a miracle you have any shred of sanity.

So stop feeling sorry for yourself.

Start fighting back.

I don't know how.

You're one of the strongest people

I've ever met.

Thank you.

Brody painting your apartment?

- How do you know these things?

- Well, Mac came in for a cup of coffee.

Said he saw Brody filling up for gas

on his way to get paint.

Now, Brody's car is out front.

Okay. He's doing me a favor.

Don't recall Brody doing the same

for any other woman.

- You recall him doing the same, Pete?

- Can't say I do.

- Fine. We've slept together.

- Sweet.

I don't recall Brody painting

for any other woman he slept with.

Maybe 'cause I'm better in bed.

You ever paint a girl's apartment?

No, but I did move

a really big refrigerator once.

Oh, yeah.

For that married gal.

Like I didn't know.

Yeah, well, maybe Ma didn't.

Lo, honey, there ain't nothing I can say

that she hasn't already known

or thought about you.

So you had an affair with a married woman?

- It was all so mysterious.

- Shut up, Linda-Gail.

A month ago, he disappeared for days.

Then as fast as it started,

I heard it was over.

No name, no details whatsoever.

Except someone saw them riding horses

across the river once.

Brown-haired girl.

- What you laughing at, Pete? Huh?

- Nothing.

- It was a mistake, Linda-Gail.

- The affair, or getting caught?

So, what happened to the woman?

Guess she got saddle sore.

Something like that.

- Hey.

- Hey.

Wow. It's... It's blue.

- You're a regular Van Gogh.

- Well, it isn't blue actually.

It's azure. It's the color of the Caribbean.

It's soothing. It's warm.

- It's calming.

- You're a very odd man.

But thank you. That was sweet.

I'll meet you back at your place.

Where are you going?

If someone's trying to do this to me,

he's not gonna be stopped until he's found,

and she's the key to getting him.

- So you're gonna put those up?

- No, I'm getting a facial.

So, does everyone in town know

I've been in a psychiatric hospital?

Pretty much.

And now they think

I'm imagining seeing someone killed.

Not everyone.

Hey, did I tell you?

Me and Lo are getting married.

Course he don't know it yet,

but I'm real good at projects.

- Oh, you have amazing skin.

- Thank you.

- Hey, you see a lot of women.

- Sweetheart, women see me.

Yeah, anyway, could you show this around?

She's missing.

God, another runaway housewife?

Yes, yes, yes.

Now stop talking. You'll crack.

Too late for that.

I already cracked a couple of years ago.

No way.

I just filled this thing up.

Sh*t.

It's okay. It's all right. It's me.

Reece, calm down.

I didn't mean to scare you.

- You all right?

- Reece.

Is everything okay?

I saw your note at Brody's.

I came looking for you.

We found someone. A woman, a body.

You were right, Reece.

Come on, let's get out of here.

We should tell him about your apartment

and about the gas

that was siphoned out of my car.

I need to be a credible witness.

That's what the police want, credibility.

- It's all credible.

- Oh, okay.

"Hey Rick, you know

how I was crazy before?

"Well, the killer thinks I'm crazy, too.

And he's trying to drive me insane."

"Oh, how's that, Reece?"

"Well, he got into my apartment,

"he put day-glow paint all over, and he

siphoned the gas out of Brody's car."

And he put all those X's

on the photographs.

Actually I did that. Before.

- I see your point.

- Thank you.

Sorry I scared you, Reece.

Are those the pictures?

They're not easy to look at,

so take your time.

She was in the woods for a couple of days

before the kids found her.

A day or two?

It's been weeks since she was killed.

That's if she was killed

the day Reece saw her.

She could have been taken some place,

killed later.

- She was younger.

- Reece, you were a long ways away.

This is not her.

It's not the woman I saw killed.

I heard about the woman they found.

With your history,

it must be a little rough on you.

A lot rougher on her, I'd say.

- At least you know they found her.

- It isn't her.

Have you ever tried aromatherapy?

'Cause nothing soothes me

like a little lavender oil after a hot bath.

I'm sure it would help with the confusion.

- Anything else, Reece?

- I think I've had about all I can take.

Lunch is slow. Take your break.

No. I owe you time.

Plus, we're low on potato salad.

You know, Joanie,

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