Righteous Kill Page #5

but what if it was an ex-cop,

somebody with an axe to grind?

You got one in mind?

He's thinking about Martin Baum

our old lieutenant.

So what's the story with him?

He got fired a few years ago.

l'm not saying there's any motive,

but he knew all the victims.

Yeah, but Turk,

l knew most of those guys.

So did you, Riley, Perez.

Even Karen knew 'em.

- l'm just throwing it out there.

- Well, maybe you killed 'em.

Yeah, maybe l did.

The poems and the placement

of the weapons

are all we've got

linking the kills,

which means what we gotta do now

is get humping on the forensics.

That shouldn't be

too much of a problem.

We already got the girl

working on that.

That's right, Karen's been

humping on it all week, as we speak.

What did you say?

Here we go again.

- You should watch your mouth.

- Oh, yeah?

He didn't mean anything by it.

Karen and him are ancient history.

- College boy can't speak for himself?

- Yeah, l can speak for myself.

Let me speak for myself--

f*** you, Turk.

Mutt, l'm gonna hit you

on the head with this barbell.

l'm not better than you.

You're not better than me, man.

You put your balls

in your pocket.

And you, fellow officers,

a little courtesy

for a fellow professional, you know?

Please. Are we gonna move on

here now?

What are we doing?

Where were we?

Talking about Martin Baum.

What's his story?

Some guys under him

got caught taking money.

Baum stood up for them,

tried to cover it up.

He do time?

Well, they pressed charges,

but he plead out and resigned.

So what's his beef with you?

l could have lied to protect him,

but l didn't.

Okay, but if he's got a beef with you,

why not go after you?

Why not kill you? Why go around

acting like a serial killer,

killing all these degenerates?

lt doesn't make any sense.

- l'm just telling you.

- l'm telling you it doesn't make sense.

l'm throwing it out there.

l'm saying this is what it is.

You want to check him out or not?

l don't give a sh*t.

- lt doesn't make any sense.

- You're the ones that think it's a cop.

l'm just saying here's a cop

with a chip on his shoulder.

Check him out if you want.

l don't give a sh*t.

Calm down and give a better reason

why Baum could be a suspect, okay?

PMS, gotta be.

- Hey, guys.

- What's going on?

l came over to bring you

the FBl report

on the paper

and handwriting.

You don't have a problem

with me looking over the evidence

that l collected and processed

for you, do you?

- No problem.

- Put it back, Karen.

- This is fascinating.

- Let's go, come on.

Come on, let's go, let's go.

- What?

- Come on, let's go.

Get your hands off me.

l'll give you a little privacy.

l don't want to interrupt anything here.

Are you afraid of me

looking at your old case files?

- ls that it?

- Okay, l'm gone. Enjoy.

- What?

- What is it with you?

What is it with you?

l'm sorry about last night, okay?

l really am. lt's a habit.

Habits can be broken, right?

That's bullshit.

No.

l'm totally serious, all right?

lt's not bullshit,

really.

Why do you think

Turk was so quick to take the lead

on the poetry case, huh?

To keep us from finding the killer, man.

That's what l would do

if l was covering my tracks.

He sticks us on this Baum stakeout

'cause it's more misdirection.

Makes sense.

l hate that Turk, man.

Hey, he's coming out.

He's coming out.

Oh, at 2:
45 in the morning.

ls it killing time

or is he just killing time?

Come on, Baum,

go kill someone already.

Yeah, kill Turk, man.

He's the one setting you up.

Do us all a favor.

Hey, did you see Turk's

marksmanship scores?

Did you see this?

lt's ridiculous.

Service-- 99,

Combat Association awards,

department commendations.

This guy could take out your left nut

at 50 yards.

Did you see the computer

trajectories, man?

Not one stray slug.

Even Berkowitz put a couple

in the Corinthian leather.

What about Karen?

She come up with anything new?

No, not yet.

lf Baum kills somebody

l don't want us to be in the car

waiting when it happens, okay?

l'll go.

Attaboy, Teddy, attaboy.

l'm proud of you, son.

You're Perez, right?

Yeah.

l'm Martin Baum.

l got a permit for this.

l work security

in the diamond district.

So you figure it's a cop

doing the poetry killings?

Someone says, ''Check out Baum.

He thinks he got a raw deal.''

That's what passes

for police work these days?

Do you think

you got a raw deal?

Damn straight.

- Life sucks.

- Yeah.

- Everything okay, Simon?

- Teddy, where the f*** were you, man?

Anything else you want to tell us,

Lieutenant Baum?

- l got something for you in my pocket.

- Huh-uh!

A passport, credit card receipts,

boarding passes.

The day Brady was killed

l was escorting a client

to Brazil.

Judgment is

the dominion of the Lord.

And if this person,

this worthless rapist

or murderer,

as you describe him,

if he is truly repentant

and seeks absolution,

it must be granted to him.

Your name doesn't ring a bell,

but l've had so many

altar boys over the years.

So many altar boys

that it's hard to remember

their names.

My name is David Fisk,

Detective First Grade.

You may not

remember me now,

but l guarantee you'll remember my name

for the rest of your life.

Father Connell,

may he rot in hell.

White underwear

below the knee.

Briefs-style.

Large tweezers.

l am removing a card that has been

inserted in the rectum of the deceased

and placing it

in a plastic evidence bag.

- l'll be right back.

- All right.

Hey. lt's another one,

handwritten.

''The old man

who the children trust,

Unable to control his lust,

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust.

The church can't stop him.

Someone must.''

l'll see what else l can find.

What's the matter with you?

Father Connell gave me

my first communion

back in Bensonhurst.

Hey, guys.

Sorry we didn't get a chance to call.

- Yeah, l bet you are.

- Go over there, take a look around.

We'll compare notes later, okay?

Looks like our friend just settled

an old score with the priest,

left him with his pants down.

- Come on.

- No, look.

Come on, don't talk like that.

- Hey, look for yourself.

- Have a little respect.

Next thing they're gonna tell us

Lieutenant Baum was an altar boy here.

Tell me about it.

These two guys f***ing stink.

Look, Doctor,

you read the poems.

lt is possible, right,

that this guy is a cop?

l've never seen it.

l've never even heard

about a cop serial killer.

Come on, girls,

let's go, let's go.

Yeah. Go go go go go

go go go go!

Safe.

Doc, give us a tip.

How are we gonna catch this guy?

You don't have to worry

about that.

He wants to get caught.

You don't have any better place

to have lunch?

l wanted to thank you.

What, about Spider?

Yeah.

And for looking in on me

at the hospital

and the encouragement.

Why would he want that?

After a while

getting away with it isn't enough.

So is your daughter

on the team?

No, she used to play,

but now she's 25, living in California,

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