Blowtorch Page #4

- Ann...

- Michael. I was just greet you.

I'm on my way out.

Can I come in? I'm so upset, I

do not know who to turn to.

I must find out what happened to Dave.

You were his best friend.

The cops are useless, you know.

We may well go in for a while?

- I can not. -Michael, I've

known you for so long.

Come on now. Please. We may

well go in for a while?

Okay. But only for a moment.

What a nice place you have.

You miss him for sure. I do.

Will not you give me something to drink?

Tack.

So...

- So?

- What is it about?

Talk to me, Michael.

About what?

If it happened to Dave.

Mrs. Willis, I've said...

I do not know anything about it.

Tell me something.

Have you got the car repaired?

And.

What's the color of the car?

-It is red. -RED? It is a nice color.

I like black cars.

As the black car, you sat in the

night when Dave was murdered.

- You... You guys are crazy.

- No.

No I am not. You and Dave were picked

up by a big, black car in the park.

And then someone killed him.

I told you I was not there.

- I Did not kill Dave, if you believe it.

No, I know that.

I just want to know who did it.

I had nothing to do with it.

Dave screwed up. He owed a lot

of money and could not pay.

Who could not he pay? -Listen To now.

Listen.

Dave had lost the gear. There

are things that happen.

Then he got a beating. He got beat.

See these? They are from

lampposts as the car drove on.

What... what are you talking about?

You know, when the front light broke.

When the car drove on the lamppost,

the car you drove. Whose car was it?

I know you were in it. I saw the cap.

I do not know what you're talking about.

You texting me all the time. You must stop.

You must stop.

It's okay, Michael. You have told

me everything I need to know.

Do it right this time, Louie.

Pink, not red.

Hello? Hello?

Who is it? What do you want?

How many children do you have left?

You want one to disappear?

Do not threaten my children,

when it's me you want.

- Mike. I want stuff for tonight.

- There We can probably fix.

What's up? I just hang.

- Listen Here, Michael. You know what

it is. What the hell, go to hell.

- Listen To your own stuff. -Listen

And tell me who killed my son!

I do not know who killed Dave.

- Your Son was a loser like you!

Listen to this and tell

me who killed my son!

-What the hell? -Your Little sh*t! Tell!

I know you know who killed my son!

What the hell are you doing, b*tch?

What the hell?

F*** off!

She has made me nervous. She is

on me night and day. She knows.

You little maniac. You did it perfectly.

You took your cowardly little buddy and now

you you away. You should sell this sh*t!

Do not use it.

- It is quiet. It's no problem.

- Well, As I see it.

- Pratade You with that lady Willis?

- No I...

Look at me!

I did not say anything. I swear. Nothing.

It is best for you, there.

Hell!

Hello? Dave, are you?

Dave! Dave! Dave!

F***ing...

F*** you, you f***ing b*tch!

F*** off!

F*** off!

- I Told you to help Vardi.

I'm finished with him.

You may find a new witness for me.

- What are you talking about?

He has overdosed. He was our best chance.

You have made a fool of you.

I had to talk to him. -As You

have to talk to Mrs. Gracie?

It was fun to get there after you.

Why I had to go there first?

Continue you. You fit in this profession.

Listen, I need three things.

The car, the people in it, and your son

in the car with them. As simple as that.

One two Three. Without those things, I have

no case and we can not find the killer.

- Do you understand?

- Okay.

You must stop playing detective.

It's dangerous.

Watch your hands. You must

serve the people with them.

- Stop now. We go and get manicures.

- I Can not afford manicure.

My stupid boyfriend has given me a

million vouchers. You can get one.

Come on.

Hey, can I help you? I have a

gift certificate to a manicure.

Okay.

It will be good.

Excuse me, are not you wife Canarsie?

- Yes. Why?

My son worked for your husband. I

saw you once outside the store.

Oh, so nice.

My name is Ann Willis. It's

the best day to go here.

What does your son now? He called Dave.

- He is dead.

- Oh my God.

I did not know. Was that boy...

God, so horrible.

First, your son, and then Mike Vardi.

It was a good boy. He worked for

my husband for almost two years.

He did not seem crazy,

but when he was there...

My husband was so upset

about what happened.

My neighbor, Mrs. fornito, rang

when she heard what happened, Mike.

He rented her garage.

I can not take it up. I can not

talk to my husband anymore.

-boron You nearby? No, in Bay Ridge.

I have a cousin on 80th Street near Shore.

I live on 60th between Shore and Marrows.

I just realized that I have to

pick up the kids at school.

- It was nice meeting you. -The same.

I'm sorry for your loss.

Excuse me, do you know where Mrs.

Fornito live? Yes, three doors away.

Excuse me, Mrs. fornito? Mr Canarsie

said that the car is in the garage.

I forgot something in it. Thanks so much.

Have a look. You must have passed

you without purse for a while.

The car has been here for months. I

forgot that I lost the contents.

Then I looked for the insurance card.

- Well It?

- No.

- Now I remember, I was sitting in the back

seat. I remember when I had kidney problems.

Doctors refuse to look at one

without the insurance certificate.

How is it going?

- Finds You?

- No.

What a shame.

Thank you for your time.

- It was nothing.

What was your name again? Damn it.

No!

I have found the car. I found

it in a garage in Bay Ridge.

A piece of David's sweater is in the car.

I go to the store. I want to see

my son's killer in the eye.

Have you squealed on me? Have you

squealed on me, you little b*tch?

Do you have it? I'll

send you to your son is.

The police! Put down the gun!

- Do not move!

Down! Down!

I should lock you up, you know?

Do you think this is a game?

They killed my son.

Trusting you not trust me?

Give me the phone.

Go away.

Dave, my beautiful boy.

You gave so much joy, love

and light to our lives.

We are grateful for the

time we had with you-

-and we hold you in our hearts forever.

Now, my beloved son, I entrust to the Lord.

I pray that you will have

peace and I love you forever.

You are in our hearts forever.

- I Love you, Dave.

- I miss you so much.

- Ann.

- Hej.

I wanted to give this back to you.

Tack.

We might be seen. It sure would be nice?

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