Bag of Bones Page #6

Warrington's?

Warrington's!

Yeah, that's it.

Well, when you were there,

or a-anywhere around

Dark Score, I guess,

uh, did something happen with a lift?

A lift?

A lift. Uh, did you

take a lift somewhere?

Was there a place called "the lift"?

I mean, I-I don't know...

Anything to do with a lift.

Sorry, Mikey, it's...

It's not ringing any bells.

Okay, okay.

All right, uh...

Don't worry.

All's well.

Thanks.

Why do you ask?

Oh, it's... it's just, um,

something I'm working on,

something that's, uh...

Rattling around inside my head.

Hey, fantastic!

Oh, that's great, Mikey.

Glad to hear it.

Sorry I couldn't help you, though.

Yeah.

[Chuckles]

Hey, listen, Sidney, don't worry.

You take care of yourself now.

Love you.

Talk to you soon, Mikey.

Bye.

Okay, take care.

All right.

[Sighs]

Hey, green lady.

How are you this day, huh?

Oh?

You want to tell me something?

Hmm?

[Chuckles]

[Groans]

[Grunting]

[Retching]

[Groaning]

[Panting]

Oh, Jesus.

[Sighs, inhales deeply]

[Groans]

Yeah.

[Electric whirring]

Whore run off and left you,

has she, Noonan?

I always liked a whore.

Didn't I, Rogette?

Yes, sir...

In their place.

She good, that little whore?

Must be good to have

kept my son a prisoner

in that nasty little trailer

before killing him.

What do you want, Devore?

Do you care

about your soul, Mr. Noonan?

God's butterfly caught

in a cocoon of flesh

that will one day stink and rot

just like mine.

What the hell are you talking about?

I'm going to give you

one chance to save your soul.

Go away...

Right now, this very day,

in the clothes you stand in,

and leave the whore

and the "whorelet" to me.

That "whorelet" you're talking about

is your granddaughter!

I'm not afraid to do

the things that need to be done.

You're even crazier

than I thought, the two of you.

Are you sure you want to be

the little girl's hero, Noonan?

Just get out of my space,

the two of you.

[Gasps]

Are you crazy?

[Groans]

Rogette was always quite an athlete.

- [Grunts]

- [Laughs]

Don't forget, Mr. Noonan...

Custody has its responsibilities.

[Groans]

[Telephone ringing]

[Telephone ringing]

Hi, you've reached the lake house,

please leave me a message.

Hey, Mike, I tried to call your cell,

but the voice mail didn't pick up.

I Fed Ex'd you a bunch of galleys

for Red Shirt Man earlier today.

And I got to tell you again, Mike,

I think this is the best

Michael Noonan book yet.

Scribner feels the same way, too,

which is why they did such great

work on the cover, I think.

Mm, I should have sent them

the one I wrote 15 years ago.

That one would have really

knocked their socks off.

But as you know, with this

crunch publication schedule,

time is of the essence,

so the sooner you can get back to us

with your final revisions, the better.

Oh, sure, Marty.

Nothing pressing going on here, mate.

Thanks, Mike... hope

you're doing well otherwise.

Give my love to...

I'll see you soon, Mike.

Congratulations again.

[Sighs]

[Groans]

Why not?

[Sighs]

"Sid down lift."

"Side down left."

"Side...Down...Left."

[Snaps fingers]

Down left side.

Down left side.

Hmm.

There you go.

There you go.

Gotcha.

[Chuckles]

Oh, Jo.

Jo, Jo, Jo.

You and I were such nuts

for times crosswords.

Weren't we just?

Although I think I was the bigger nut.

Here we go.

All right.

"Booya-moon.

Booya-moon."

"Booya-moon"?

What does that mean?

[Knock at door]

Yes?

Ah.

Deputy foot...Man.

I've got a message for you.

Do you, now?

What is it?

Another threat from Methuselah?

No threats.

You might call this good news.

You know your boss

almost killed me today?

Yeah.

If you promise to cease

all legal maneuvers,

if you promise to let Mr.

Devore rest in peace, so to speak,

then he promises to cease his efforts

to gain custody of his granddaughter.

What are you saying?

If this suits you,

call Mr. Devore at Warrington's

and tell him you agree to the terms.

- Uh-huh.

And what's the catch?

There's no catch.

Mr. Devore is nothing

if not a man of his word.

Hmm.

Peachy.

[Line trilling]

Rogette Whitmore speaking.

- Uh-huh.

This is Mike Noonan.

So wonderful to hear

from you, Mr. Noonan.

[Chuckles] Did you enjoy your swim?

You and Mr. Devore seem

to be sore losers, Ms. Whitmore.

Mr. Devore does not lose.

Mr. Devore may change his goals,

but he does not lose.

You were the one who looked

like a loser today, Mr. Noonan...

Pawing around and yelping out

there like a b*tch in heat.

Listen, you ugly b*tch,

if either of you ever

try anything like that again,

I'm going to come over there

and wring your scrawny Turkey necks.

Do you understand me?

And who's the sore loser now,

Mr. Noonan?

Enough pleasantries.

We have a deal.

Wonderful, Mr. Noonan.

And before I let you go,

Mr. Devore would like me

to remind you

"custody has

its responsibilities."

[Phone clicks]

[Both laughing]

[Groans]

[Moans]

[Breathing shakily]

[Whimpering]

Sometimes I feel

like a motherless child

sometimes I feel

like a motherless child

sometimes I feel

like a motherless child a long way

from home a long ways from home

[band joins in]

Sometimes I feel

like I'm almost gone

sometimes I feel

like I'm almost gone

sometimes I feel

like I'm almost gone a long way

from home a long way from home

[train rumbling on tracks]

What happened to you, Sara?

[Crying]

[Panting]

Mike, Mr. Mike, help me!

Sweetheart, what's wrong, child?

Huh?

Where is she?

Okay, come.

Come with me.

There, there!

- Sometimes I feel

- [Crying]

Come, come, quick, quick.

Like a motherless child okay.

Uh, let's go down this way, come on.

Come this way.

[Weeping]

[Sobs]

Over here!

This way, this way.

Let's go in here, in here.

Very quiet.

- [Sobs]

- There's a good girl.

Stay there, okay?

I'm scared, Mr. Mike.

We're going to be fine, Kyra.

But you have to be very, very quiet.

Okay?

All right.

[Whispering] Really quiet.

Just keep squeezing my hand

if you feel scared, okay?

But...

I'm not holding

your hand, Mr. Mike.

Are you scared, too, little one?

Oh, child.

Do you want us to help you?

Max Devore is dead.

But custody still has

its responsibilities!

- [Screams]

- No!

- They're hurting me!

- Kyra!

[Screaming] Please help me!

Kyra!

Kyra!

[Yelps]

Lie still, bag of bones.

[Telephone ringing] [Gasps] Sh*t.

Oh, jeez.

Hey.

Hello?

Mike, it's Mattie.

Hey, Mattie, how are you?

You'll never guess

what I'm calling to tell you.

- Max Devore's dead?

- Yes.

He killed himself last night.

Is it already making the rounds?

Yeah, yeah, something like that.

You know what this means, Mike?

- Uh-uh, no,

what is it?

It's over.

That's good.

That's really good, Mattie.

I'm very happy for you.

Congratulations.

Do you want to come over

tomorrow night after the funeral?

- A-are you going

to the funeral?

No, but you are.

And you're going to come over and

tell me every little last detail.

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