Come and Find Me Page #3

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No, I paid for a lot of things,

but, you know,

she just didn't make that much.

Right.

Look,

I think the best thing for you to do

is to put her out of your head, move on.

F***in' cats.

It's just clumsy.

Hey, you know, thanks for your help.

Look, if anything else pops up,

I'll let you know.

Hey, hey, hey.

Come on.

All right.

How do you know Claire?

I don't know her.

Why are you looking for her?

Open my shirt.

What?

Open my shirt.

You want to know why, open my shirt.

Pull it open.

There's two more in my stomach.

She didn't expect me to live.

No.

No, that's not right.

Claire couldn't...

Claire?

Eve is what she call herself.

It was my brother she was after.

He wasn't as lucky I was.

They met in a bar in Chicago.

He pick her up.

The Hotel Marlaina.

You know it?

Yeah. It's nice.

Also a good place to go

if you're looking to pick up

high-end whore.

And he was.

Not my brother's typical taste, but...

She put a knife in him.

Do you have any brothers?

What would you do if you found her?

What would you do?

My people are going to come

looking for me soon.

Good. Then they can cut you loose.

Oh. How much is this?

They're not going to be happy

with what you've done.

Well,

maybe you can put in a good word for me.

All right. What's your name?

Aleksander.

I'm David.

Let's hope we never meet again.

One ticket to Vancouver, please.

Here we are. Lots of light.

Mm.

Just painted.

Yeah, it's... it's wonderful.

All these houses

were built in the '20s.

This one's 1916.

Bought this place

and the one next door

about ten years ago, fixed 'em up.

Please, take a look around.

So, what do you think?

I like it.

What are you doing?

Here.

I'm just showing you how to do it right.

I like how I do it.

Yeah, but it's wrong.

It's not gonna look as good.

I know how to paint.

Mmm, I don't know if you do.

Oh? Gonna be an a**hole?

Hey, I'm never an a**hole.

Right now you are.

Mmm, not really.

I'm just kinda, you know, being normal.

Well, agree to disagree, I guess.

Baby, we just have so much to do,

and the ceiling is gonna take forever.

You know what? I'll do the ceiling.

You just relax.

You're not going to do the ceiling.

Why not?

Because it's gonna be all messy and bad.

Like your wall, which... sucks.

You know what?

I'm gonna do the ceiling right now,

and it's gonna be incredible.

Okay. If you say so.

Yeah. Maybe you should go have a beer.

You're getting very worked up

about the paint job.

Hey.

Word. Great.

I'm all about that.

Yeah, yeah.

David, I'm done.

Wow.

That's, uh, that's beautiful.

You mind?

This is gonna be hell to paint over.

Tomorrow.

Okay.

Gimme your hand.

I don't get it.

"Sarah?"

It's a joke.

Isn't Sarah the name of the waitress

that you like at what's-it-called?

What? Sophie's?

Is her name Sarah?

Yeah, right?

It's a joke.

Ah, it's incredibly hilarious.

Much better.

Yeah.

So I got sort of a strange question.

Do you, uh...

Recognize this guy?

You know who he is?

What's this about?

Well, I, um, I got these photos

off an old camera that I bought,

and I thought maybe

I could get them back

to their rightful owner.

Any ideas?

That's Mr. Garan.

Mr. Garan. Does he work here?

He used to.

Mr. Garan passed five years ago.

He was a good man.

All right.

Well, I'm sorry to... sorry to hear that.

Thank you.

Do you know, was he married?

Hello. My name is David.

Are you a reporter?

No, no, absolutely not.

Look, this is a little hard to explain,

but, um...

My... my girlfriend, she disappeared

a little over a year ago,

and ever since then,

I, um... look, I'm... I'm sorry.

I just know that she spent a lot

of time here in Vancouver

before I knew her, and I know that she

was really interested in your...

in your husband.

Look, I'm just grasping at straws here,

and I just...

do you... do you recognize her?

I met a lot of people with Richard.

I'm sorry.

Well, her name was...

I don't know her.

I'm very sorry. Good luck.

Agh! Aah!

Hey! Hey, hey, hey!

No, stop! Stop! Please!

Oh...

Stop!

No, please! Help me!

Help me! No, no, no! Please!

Don't move!

Get down on your knees!

Down on your knees!

Where are we going?

Get out.

David, how do you do? John Hall.

Thanks, guys.

I apologize,

we must have frightened you.

What do you want?

I wanna talk to you.

And who the f*** are you?

I work for the government. Defense.

I tell ya...

I don't usually go in for this

nature sh*t, but god damn.

This is something, huh?

Take a look at that.

Makes your heart go.

Yeah,

you're looking for your ex-girlfriend.

You knew her, I guess?

Yes.

I'm here to answer

a few of your questions.

The ones I can, at least.

Give you some closure.

But none of this is gonna be easy,

David.

Okay?

Claire worked for us

in a variety of capacities.

Like what?

Mmm, it was required that she

establish a cover, a life,

one that would allow

for a great deal of travel,

one that wouldn't draw

a lot of attention.

So, where is she?

July of last year,

she was called in for an assignment.

She was killed in action 36 hours later.

I'm sorry, David.

No.

See, you're lying.

That doesn't make sense.

I really am sorry to tell you.

Okay.

Okay, well, do you have any...

any proof, huh?

Of any of this?

I mean, you're so interested

in giving me closure.

Open this if you have to,

but I've seen what's inside,

and I wouldn't, if I were you.

I mean it.

We need you to stop digging

around her past, David.

She handled sensitive material.

Sensitive situations

that don't need stirring

by your inexpert hands.

It's dangerous. For you, for all of us.

Just let it go, okay?

You're still on the outside. Stay there.

I can't guarantee

your safety otherwise.

Take your time.

Hey!

Babe!

Hey.

Hey, Claire.

Babe.

Babe. Let me in.

What's wrong?

Claire.

Answer me.

Claire, open the door.

Claire, open the door, please?

CI... Claire!

Claire!

Hey. Hey, hey.

Oh... ah, Jesus Christ.

Oh, my God, what happened?

I got mugged.

I was stupid, I... I tried to fight back.

No, no, no, no.

Hey, hey, hey. Hey.

Come here. Oh, my God, I'm so sorry.

So, what was her name?

Was it Claire?

Can I ask you a question?

What brought you to Garan's house?

Just photos.

Old photos she had before I knew her.

Regular Philip Marlowe, am I right?

So, who was he?

You tell me.

Some rich venture capitalist?

That's right.

Weekends, he liked to put on a red hood,

convince discontented teens

to join the cause

of white supremacy.

He put enough cash

in the right pockets

to keep that fact secret.

So what, you just... Had him killed?

Richard Garan died of a heart attack.

Oh, yeah.

I had a run in with

some columbian mercenaries

a couple years back.

More metal than man at this point.

That must've been a long recovery.

Oof. Two years physical therapy

before I stopped

walking like a zombie

from those bad movies.

What, were you, like, on crutches

for a while or something?

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