iMurders Page #3

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out of town to execute the settlement.

Lindsay's voice:
No! No!

No. No no no no!

No.

It is your fault.

Why weren't you here?

Why weren't you here?

It is your fault.

Got milk?

I heard rumors of cookie famine

running rampant

on this side of the hallway.

I figured I would do my part.

Well, I-- I think we've

got it handled on this side.

- Thanks.

- Well-- wait. Are you kidding me?

These are 100% Grade A

fresh-out-of-the-oven

Angelo's cookies.

Most tenants would give their eye teeth

for a couple of these puppies

but I came to you.

This should at least

earn me an introduction.

- You want to come in?

- I would love to.

The place is a little--

let me just-- we had a--

- a party-- birthday--

- No, it's-- it's nice.

Oh, that's funny.

The cleaning lady was arrested,

and she never came back.

- Ah. Don't you hate when that happens?

- It's a long story.

So across the hall

you're from, yeah?

- Your name?

- Oh, I'm Joe... Romano.

- Joe?

- Yeah.

- See? That wasn't so hard.

- Mm-hmm.

Another potential disaster avoided.

- Wow, that's a big one. Mmm.

- Yeah.

- Wow.

- Good, huh?

- That is good.

- Thanks.

- I'm Sandra.

- I'm still Joe.

Oh.

Like I said-- eye teeth.

- Oh, this is beautiful.

- Whoa whoa whoa! Don't touch that!

- Sorry.

- It's all right. I just--

I don't want to scare you or anything,

it's just that it's wet

and a client's coming

by to pick it up in about an hour.

Oh, it's okay.

- How long have you been doing this?

- Not-- not too long.

- Yeah, since I retired.

- Retired?

You're a little young to be retired.

What did you do?

Yeah, well,

I'm not that young, but...

You know, Sandra, I--

I'm up to my eye teeth here in work,

and I don't want

to be rude or anything,

but I've just-- I'm really busy.

It's okay. I understand.

Only so much hospitality

I can take in one day anyway.

Enjoy.

I didn't mean to be rude, I'm just--

- No.

- Thank you again.

- Hey.

- Sorry, my ears aren't really picking up

- the a**hole frequency today.

- I was a cop...

before I retired.

It's painful.

The sixes?

No. That's a relief.

Tell me about what they mean.

No.

I'm not ready.

I'm not sure.

I need to think.

Then think.

I love you.

I know.

I'm stuck.

On what?

On something

I've never told you about before.

- May I join you, Miss Mulroney?

- Absolutely, Michael.

I thought you might care

for a caf au lait.

- Oh, that's very nice of you.

- How about a bite of my sandwich?

- Gerald!

- Yes, Michael?

- I was wondering if you could

- stand in for me tomorrow?

- Which class?

- History of the American Novel.

- And what are you currently lecturing on?

The "lost generation," of course--

specifically Hemingway's vivid

portrayal of it in "A Movable Feast."

- Hedonist.

- You're just jealous.

- You owe me one.

All right.

So how are you handling

your course load?

I think I'm handling it quite well.

- Don't you?

- Allie, please.

We're right out here in the open.

Relax, Michael.

There is no one around.

You are dangerous...

- ...and I like it.

I really like it.

So I presume everything is

set for tomorrow?

Yes, Michael.

lf I'm one thing, I'm thorough.

Thorough and predatorial, l'd say.

Mmm. I just love

doing your dirty work.

Well, dirty is your specialty,

isn't it, darling?

- You bastard.

- Allie, please.

I know that you've done

a lot for me these past few weeks,

but I assure you--

when this is over

you and I shall have

an eternity to play.

You know, Michael,

I don't really have any doubts

about our future together.

'Cause if not, I'm not going

to be the one who needs to worry.

- Mmm.

- Absolutely predatorial.

- That's my girl.

- Hey, everybody.

- Hi there, sugar.

Well, I don't know

about the rest of you,

but I'm just dying to get started.

Me too. But I was wondering--

now that Mark is gone,

how is he going

to monitor the game?

Huh. I didn't think of that.

But remember--

he's everywhere.

Why so quiet, Sassy?

Sorry. I'm here.

So how are

we going to play the game?

Ah.

- Hello there, baby.

- Nice try.

Bravo. I was wondering

how you were going to play this.

So now you're

the MysteryRightr, huh?

I love a man with a good mind.

Oh no, don't be like that.

You know, you're slipping, sport.

What if somebody's already said

the magic word

that seals their fate?

Hi.

I just-- I just wondered

if my handsome husband

wanted to take

a break from chatting

- and get some dessert?

- Certainly, dear.

- Now?

- I'll be right out.

Don't be too long.

- What did I miss?

- It's Velvet.

She's a goner.

Good. Two down, five to go.

It happened again.

- What?

- Huh. How would you put it?

Destructive behavior.

Therapy.

I'm not sure those

two can be achieved simultaneously.

Maybe not.

What is it that

you never told me before?

I might be ready.

Then explain.

It's noises--

sounds, voices.

From where?

Those noises

I can't get out of my head.

That eerie,

horrible sound ringing out--

I hear it over and over.

The sixes give me quiet, though...

and hope.

So does the computer chatroom.

That was always April's thing, not mine.

April? Who is she?

She was everything to me.

She was a lover?

Yes.

I loved her,

and more than

you could ever understand.

I see.

So she broke your heart?

Many times,

but that's not what

the sixes are about...

or the computer chatrooms

that I have joined.

So what was the sixes for?

April's dead.

She could spend hours

at a time on FaceSpace,

especially chat night.

Must have had 10,000 requests

to add to her friends list.

- A lot of men?

- Men, women, whoever.

Everybody was attracted to April.

I began to suspect

she was having an affair

because she was so drawn to it.

Was she?

She was killed going to meet

someone from a chatroom.

Her family got

a huge insurance settlement.

I got nothing.

So you wanted money?

I just wanted April,

but somebody else got her.

I spent a year on that site

searching for answers as to what

was so worth losing her life for.

Now though...

I've got the sixes.

And you think the sixes

and this chatroom

are where you will discover

what you need

to stop the noises that haunt you?

My hope is that soon

they will be silenced forever.

- Are you going on a trip?

- Hmm?

- Your bags.

- Oh, yeah. A work thing.

- Ah.

What do you do?

You didn't tell me what you did.

I'm an event planner.

Okay.

You mean weddings,

bar mitzvahs and stuff like that?

No no, much more exciting than that.

I do corporate events.

I go to whatever city

an event's planned in

- and I do onsite inspections.

- Ah, so you're always traveling.

Yeah, I've run up

a frequent-flier mile or two.

- Mmm.

- But I want to hear more about you.

What's the secret behind

my furniture-making,

ex-crime-fighting neighbor?

- This is good.

- Good.

What do you want to know?

Mmm, the possibilities.

Let's start

with how you became a cop.

Uhh...

family business.

My two grandfathers were cops,

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