Happy Face Killer Page #2

Cora won't even

return my phone calls,

and I can't keep living here

with all her stuff.

Aw...

Please tell me

this isn't yours.

I didn't have the heart

to get rid of it.

The kids just loved it

when they were younger.

Yeah.

Hey...

What's this?

It's really pretty.

It's Cora's.

Hey, sweetheart.

Where are you headed?

Look, agent Gand,

these jurisdiction cases

are usually just too many folks

at the same party.

It's an interstate matter.

The law is the law.

Yeah, I've heard that.

Felicia,

can we get

some coffee?

With all due respect,

agent Gand,

I actually have

done this before,

so you being here,

it may be overkill.

The government prefers

to be thorough.

Well, good for them.

Uh, how do you take

your coffee,

special agent Gand?

That's okay, hon,

I can take it from here.

I think we can

figure out coffee,

we've got an FBI agent

on the premises.

How long you been an FBI agent?

11 years.

Ah, is that right?

Well, I've been

sheriff of this county 17.

Every time

there's a murder,

six in the last nine years,

I've caught 'em

and got convictions.

That's very impressive.

Look, if Uncle Sam wants

to waste taxpayer money

bringing in the FBI,

I can't stop him.

But this isn't

Mayberry,

and I'm not Andy.

I'd like to see the body.

Her blood?

Yeah.

I can also confirm

time of death was

48 to 56 hours ago,

agent Gand.

We still haven't I.D.d her.

FBI will run

a thorough

DNA match.

And look at this.

From a place

called "O' Finn's Tavern,"

in Portland.

Whoever did this

has strong hands.

The wounds

all indicate that.

The strangulation marks

are pretty severe.

Euphoric rage.

The murderer

savors the struggle.

It's highly personal,

no weapons used.

It's intimate.

I'll need you to check

for latent prints

in the blood

on this marking here.

You got it.

A happy face...

It's a taunt.

He thinks he's smarter

than everybody else,

that he can't get caught.

Any leads, Sheriff?

So far,

we got three clues.

One, the bloody

happy face.

Two, the stamp on the back

of the victim's hand

from "O' Finn's Tavern,"

which tells us

she was in Oregon

when she was murdered,

and three,

the zipper from her jeans

was cut-out.

Probably a souvenir

for the killer.

I've seen that before.

May also be a deliberately

false detail to distract us.

Well, even still,

we find who has

that part of her jeans,

he might be our killer.

We have to contact

the police in Portland,

see who's been

reported missing.

I'll have my team

investigate the dump site

here in Washington.

That looks delicious.

Well, it's

a treat for me.

I don't get to bake

for anyone anymore.

I can't tell you

the last time I had

a home-cooked meal.

I mean, all I eat

on the road is junk.

How you holding up?

I'm all right, I mean...

It's a little weird

living here alone,

but I'm not one to complain.

Forks!

Sure.

Yeah...

Is that you,

Jesperson?

I thought you two

were honeymooning in Honolulu.

This guy...

Good one.

Hey, hey,

it's the Mountie!

I know you?

You still keep that stupid

postcard of Dudley Do-Right

on your visor?

Hey, I got myself

a new boyfriend,

and it's the real thing,

And I'm going to go

out on the road with him.

And let me tell you something,

Mr. Mountie,

weirdo truck driver man...

He's screwing me

way better than you.

I remember you now.

You are the one

that always wears a flea collar.

Maybe I'm too sensitive

sometimes,

but when people get cute

and sarcastic with me,

I see red.

And that's when

they have to pay.

And if I don't get

the respect I'm due,

it's gonna go downhill

real fast.

Do you recognize this girl?

No.

Really?

Because she had your bar's name

stamped on her hand.

It's not my business.

See, that's unfortunate,

for you.

Because by not cooperating

with an FBI agent,

I could arrest you

for impeding

a federal investigation

which has a penalty,

last time I looked,

of five years in prison.

Or...

I could give you

a second chance.

Since I don't want

your stupid ass

clogging up the justice system.

Which would you prefer?

She used to come around here.

She was in the other night,

she left with some guy.

What's her name?

Sissy Peyton.

Thank you.

Hey, Di.

Miss me?

I've been

thinking of you all day.

I miss you, too.

How long are you

going to be away for?

I'll be home in a few days.

Oh.

Yeah, that's great.

Listen, it's getting

a little busy,

I'm gonna have to jump back on the road.

I'll call you later.

Okay.

Um... uh, take care,

and we'll talk soon.

Bye.

Bye.

Nice rig.

Where you headed?

I was hoping to get

to the market today,

get her formula.

The least I could do

is give a mother a lift.

Yeah?

That's sweet.

My name's Candy.

Candy.

That's her.

That's Sissy.

Can you cover her, please?

It was just

a matter of time.

Now I won't have to worry

about her anymore.

I'm sorry, Ms. Peyton,

she didn't deserve this.

Who did it?

We're doing our best

to find out.

May I help you?

I know who killed

Sissy Peyton.

How do you

know that?

I was there.

Me and my boyfriend.

We did it.

FBI. Are you Bud Skinner?

Yeah.

Hey, whoa.

Hey...

Mr. Skinner,

you're under arrest

for the murder

of Sissy Peyton.

Murder!

Are you kidding me?

Thank you.

I'm sorry.

150 sound about right?

I just offered

to take you to the market.

I didn't ask you

to do that.

I made you feel good.

Now you're making me feel bad.

Well, how about this?

I give you $20

so you can buy formula

for your baby,

and you get

outta my truck.

I know what I'm worth.

I'm good at what I do.

I'm calling the cops

and telling 'em you raped me,

you loser.

Are you gonna pay me

or not, you freak?

No...

Please don't hurt me.

Please, don't hurt me!

Leave.

"Delores Parnicke

and her boyfriend, Bud Skinner,

have been arrested

in the strangulation murder

of Portland woman,

Sissy Peyton,

whose body was found by hikers

in a forested area

near the Columbia gorge.

Authorities report

Parnicke has confessed

to taking part in the murder

and has implicated Skinner..."

"I killed Sissy Peyton,

October 12th,

in Portland, Oregon.

I beat her to death,

raped her,

and I loved it.

Yes, I am sick,

but I enjoy myself, too.

People took the blame,

and I'm free,

so I can kill again.

Ripped the zipper off the jeans,

proof."

Hey!

Don't be mad.

What are you doing here?

I missed you,

I missed the kids.

Okay, look,

I want you to leave.

Okay.

Can I just see 'em?

Just for a second, please?

Please.

Okay.

But after that,

I really want you to leave.

All right.

Okay.

Thank you.

Kids?

Your father's here.

Dad!

Hey, buddy,

how are you?

Daddy!

I missed you so much.

Look, I got you

presents, look.

Ladies first.

Thanks daddy!

And I got you a new glove.

Awesome!

How you guys been?

Good.

Come here,

come here.

Delores, tell me again

what happened.

John called,

said he picked up

this girl at a bar

so that we could have

a three-way, and...

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