Blood Work Page #7

l guess he missed the matchup, me

and him on the news every night.

l thought once these guys started,

they didn't stop.

But your Codie's been

down for two years.

What do you make of that?

l don't know. l shot him. l always

figured he crawled off and died.

- What do the numbers mean?

- Don't know that either.

We ran it by the computers at Cal,

by the code breakers at the NSA.

Nobody comes up with anything.

Except...

Except what?

There's no digit number one.

No one, whatever that might mean.

Guys, step out. Give us a minute.

Okay.

Just cop to cop, what's going on here?

Cordell, Gloria Torres...

He did them for me.

Keep talking until l understand.

He missed the action. Me and him.

ln order to get it back,

l needed a new heart, so...

...Happy Valentine's Day.

Holy sh*t.

Now the love letters are gonna start,

hot and heavy.

You might have the captain fooled,

but not me.

You got Torres' heart.

That makes you suspect number one.

What a waste of a good

Mexican's heart!

Get out of here.

Graciella?

Raymond?

Hey, Ter!

Welcome to Davy Jones' locker.

Have you seen Graciella and Raymond?

They got tired of waiting for you.

They left about an hour ago.

You're all over the news, brother!

How long we been neighbors?

l don't know. l moved into the marina

about a week after you.

- Raise up your shirt.

- What?

Raise it up.

Now.

Come on, turn around.

l'm the following sea, man.

l'm the one you need to watch out for.

When did you figure it out?

On the check.

"No one."

l had a little trouble

with the Jasper part.

Oh.

l could've killed you if l wanted to.

l was behind you at the ATM.

l followed you to Kang's Market,

just like l followed Gloria Torres.

You sick son of a b*tch.

l studied her. l chose her.

She was my valentine to you.

l gave you life.

What else you wanna know?

That necklace belonged to a girl

named Sunny. Lockridge's wife.

When Sunny gets blue,

l slit her throat.

There's a story for every piece

of crap on that tray.

Come on, man.

You're mine forever.

Every breath you take belongs to me.

Every beat of that stolen heart is

the echo of my voice in your head.

Every day.

Always.

lt depends on you. Pull that trigger,

you'll never see them again.

- What?

- Kill me, no one will find them.

They will die. Alone.

ln a black hole.

And that will be on you.

You know me. You know l have them.

- What do you want?

- l want you to live.

l want me to live.

l want it all to start again, you know,

the battle between good and evil.

Can't you see l've been getting you

back to where you need to be?

l'm not interested.

Bullshit. That day in the car,

what did you say you felt?

What was the word?

You felt "connected." Sh*t.

l almost came when you said that.

Because that's us, Terry.

That's you and me.

lt's us. We were meant to be.

We're Cain and Abel.

Kennedy and Oswald.

We are sh*t in the bottom

of somebody's shoe.

l have to leave now.

And you're not gonna follow me.

You're not gonna scrape me off.

You'll sit by that pay phone and wait

for me to call you from time to time...

...and when l'm relocated and ready,

l'll let Graciella and Raymond go.

Then you and me, we can start again.

l hope you think of me

as often as l think of you.

Ah!

God. Crazy!

Call an ambulance!

You're gonna take me to them.

Keep that tight. That will pinch the

artery, and you won't bleed to death.

- Now, show me.

- Okay.

What's it like having a chick's heart?

You start watching soaps?

Get cranky at the end of the month?

Hear some love song on the radio,

you start crying?

Plus it's a spic heart.

She was a wetback.

You wake up going, "Gotta get

me some enchiladas for the cholita."

Shut up!

When they were girls going

to Sunday school...

...do you think Gloria Torres

ever thought that her heart...

...would be pumping blood through some

guy that was banging her sister?

You don't look so good, Ter.

You don't look so good

yourself there, Buddy.

Ran aground in that storm

last year. Remember?

Salvage company's gonna demo

it next week.

Till then, it's a perfect prison.

Better than Alcatraz.

My little shop of horrors.

Just so you know...

...l would never hurt that little boy.

See, he's the same blood type.

He's the backup.

ln case anything happens

to his mom's heart.

Come on.

Do you think you have a chance?

With Graciella?

You think she can love you?

After her sister died for you?

That's tough for her to get around.

Let's go. Let's get going.

You can put the belt in your teeth.

Follow me.

ln there.

- The key.

- Ah.

- Hey.

- Hey.

Come on.

- l knew you'd find us, Terry.

Yeah, well.

He may be on the boat, but l'm not

sure if he's dead or alive. Let's go.

Did your father teach

you to run a boat?

- Yeah.

- My boat's at the end of this gangway.

Wait a few minutes,

then go on down there.

Use this knife to cut the lines.

Back off about 100 yards or more

and wait till l call you.

- All right?

- Yeah.

lf l don't call you in a half-hour,

get the hell out of here.

Okay. Get going.

Let's go. Come on, honey.

l'm sad, Terry!

Get inside. Hurry up.

Get down below, Raymond!

Come on, man.

We're connected.

Think of what you're doing.

You need me.

No, Buddy.

Remember how you said l was your

friend and l could tell you the truth?

Well, l don't need you at all.

Ten ring.

l saved you.

- Right next to you the whole time.

- Yeah.

You okay?

Yeah, l'm okay.

Never felt better.

You got his ass.

Yeah, there's "no one" anymore.

Give me a day to catch my breath,

l'll write you a full report.

l want to see it.

Two of them okay?

Yeah, if everyone will

leave them alone...

...not get them any more involved.

- l'll see what l can do about that.

- That's a pal.

How are you planning

to deal with all this?

Well, l've got Gloria Torres' heart.

l'll probably just let that guide me.

- You got anyone, Jaye?

- Excuse me?

Police work can get

kind of heavy on you.

You got anyone at home?

Yeah, l got someone.

Good.

McCaleb!

That's it! l'm sick and tired of your

grandstanding bullshit!

You're out of your jurisdiction.

Maybe. But because you got a Mexican's

heart, it don't make you one of us!

Arrango?

Next time you come around this dock,

this Mexican will kick your ass.

What? You're out of your

goddamn mind!

All my life, l've had the shitty jobs.

You got him talking to himself.

l didn't even know he spoke Spanish.

Poor baby, he's been

at this all morning.

l wish l could get a big, fat marlin

and put it on his line.

Greetings

From

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