Cold in July Page #2

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- Excuse me, Detective.

That goes for everybody.

- I was wrong.

I thought he'd move on,

but at least we have

a reasonable suspicion now.

That means I can give you

official protection.

Now, all you got to do

is be normal-

go to work,

take Jordan to school,

be seen.

And everywhere you go,

I'll have someone watching.

So when he makes his move,

we make our move.

- So we're the bait.

For want of a better word,

yeah.

- What do you say, Ann?

Let's nail

that son of a b*tch.

I got men

hiding out in the woods.

He sees me drive away,

he's gonna think

you're here all alone.

This is Kevin.

He's a good man,

ex-Special Forces.

- Anyone see you come in here?

- Piece of cake.

Kevin's gonna stay here

with you.

- For how long?

- As long as it takes.

- What do we do?

You go to bed.

Get some sleep.

You're gonna need it.

I like him when he's sleeping.

Yeah.

He's sweet.

- God damn...

- It's one of the neighbors

looking for his dog,

oven.

- Any word?

- Nothing so far.

- Lieutenant, come in.

- Yeah. Price here.

Lieutenant,

we just found his car

about 1/4 mile south of you.

- Any sign of him?

- No.

Well, fan out and see

if you can flush his ass.

Kevin?

He's in the f***ing house!

- What the hell?

- He's in the goddamn house!

- Jordan!

- Move! Go! Go!

Haul your ass!

- Price!

- Jordan?

Get the door.

- Let them in the door.

- Ah!

The door's locked.

Somebody go around back.

- I can't get it open!

- Open up, Ann!

- Jordan!

Jordan!

Oh.

He's in the woods.

Move. Move.

- Thank God.

Oh!

Tracked him

down to the river,

but the rain's making it hard.

- How'd he get in?

How'd he get in the house,

Ray?

- He never left.

Son of a b*tch

was in the crawl space

the whole time.

- Jesus Christ.

- We'll get him, Rich.

Don't you worry.

Nuevo Laredo?

Yep, piece of sh*t

went to Mexico.

- Mexico?

Federales picked him up

across the border.

We got him, Rich.

Dragging him back to Huntsville

as we speak.

His age, he'll never set foot

in this county again.

Listen, uh,

we just wrapped the paperwork

on the Freddy file.

Why don't you stop down

and we'll close this out

for good?

Then you owe me a beer,

compaflero, okay?

- okay-

Hey

Looking back...

- That's it.

Sign these last two,

and you're on your way.

- All right.

What's this?

It says "Freddy Russell."

- so?

So that's not the guy

I shot.

Is that some kind of mistake

or what?

- That's Freddy Russel.

It's just a bad mug shot,

not very recent.

People change, Rich.

- Well, not that much.

You were pretty upset

that night, remember?

Yeah, he died

right in front of me.

I look at pictures of faces

all day.

That is not the guy.

- It's called shock, okay?

Memory gets a little fuzzy.

It happens.

Now, why don't you go home

and let me deal

with the police work, huh?

Give my regards to Ann,

huh?

Sheriffs offices.

Price here.

Hey, Ray.

This is Richard Dane.

- What is it, Rich?

That wanted poster

is bugging me.

It's not him, Ray.

We've been through this.

It's late. I'm busy.

Give it a rest.

- Well, just hear me out.

- I did, and you're wrong.

Case closed, over.

Now get some sleep.

- Sheriff's office.

Yeah, Lieutenant Price,

please.

Sorry.

He's not here, sir.

Can I take a message?

Come on.

Bring him down here.

- Move along.

Let's go.

Keep him quiet.

That's it.

- Get him out.

Get down.

Get down.

That's good.

That's good.

There you go.

- Going down.

- Get down.

- Down.

- Get down.

- Whoa.

What happened to your shoes?

- Oh.

I drove out and checked

on the cabin yesterday.

Must have stepped in some muck.

I thought you didn't like

going there.

- Yeah, I know,

but I figured

I got to clean it out sometime.

- And?

My father

didn't leave much behind.

There you go.

- Richard?

- I didn't kill your son.

- F*** you.

Look, I think the cops

have been lying to us both

all along.

- Where's my shoe?

The cops

are up to something,

right?

Something to do

with your son,

with you.

Why do they want you dead?

- How should I know?

Same reason you do.

Look.

Something's going on.

They used my family as bait

to find you.

Now, I want to know why.

- Did you take my lighter?

- No.

- Well, where is it?

What's the matter?

You scared?

Huh?

When's the last time

you heard from your son?

Oh, it's been

a good long while.

He was about the same age

as your boy.

I could have left you

on those train tracks,

but I didn't.

I didn't kill your son.

Who you gonna trust,

the cops that just tried

to kill you or me?

- All I know is what I'm told.

And I'm told

I got nothing left.

- I didn't kill your son.

- So you say,

- Okay-

You're coming with me.

- Ah...

- Dig

Do it.

Ugh. Jeez.

That ain't him.

That's not Freddy.

God...

Jesus.

Who would do that?

Somebody who didn't want him

identified, ever.

Come on.

Get out of there.

I'll admit

I've been tempted

But I'm happy to say

- What do we do now'?

- We?

In my world

- Yeah.

If you look out

Your window

To the bright light below

You can see

- I'll pay you back.

It's a temptatious game

I looked out

of that window

To the bright lights below

And I don't feel

That I've missed

A thing

Why men can be tempted

Hey.

Ben.

Russel.

Long time.

For a moment

With the wrong kind of girl

- I need some help.

It's about my son.

I guess I've been lucky

But I'm happy to see

'Cause there's a whole lot

Of love in my world

- Good morning.

- Hey-

- You got a minute?

- Yeah.

What do you need?

I was wrong to hang up on you

the other night.

I want to apologize.

- Oh, forget it.

No, you were right.

I was all worked up

over nothing.

No, you were concerned,

and you were kind of right.

See, Freddy-

he was wanted.

He dyed his hair.

He was wearing contact lenses.

That's why you were confused.

Well, I'm just glad

his old man's headed back

to prison.

- Any day now.

I'm sure you're doing

everything you can.

I appreciate that.

Important thing is, he's not

a threat anymore, right?

Jump back, baby

Keep your big mouth shut

Don't say nothing

You don't want to start

To make me rant and rave

- Can I help you?

You think you could corral

this little filly

in a frame for me?

Kind of a rush job.

It don't have to be too fancy.

You're busy, Rich.

I'll catch you.

- All right.

You gonna draw back

Start to scream and cry

Sounds like old Ben's

got himself

in a real shitstorm this time,

and he's dragged you

right in there with him.

- Who are you?

- Name's Jim Bob Luke.

Luke Detective Agency,

Houston, Texas.

I've got the blues

I've got the blues

I ain't got nothing

but the blues

This one made it all the way

to the Houston paper.

Front page.

Mentions Freddy four times,

just in case you missed it.

This is six weeks ago.

Buried on the back page.

Mentions Freddy once.

So he turned

state evidence, then?

- And your boy found himself

on the ass end

of a federal case.

Now, we know Freddy

ain't no saint,

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