Some Guy Who Kills People Page #5

And the Navy SEALs.

And, I was a Gettysburg...

F***! F*** me!

I think I still have bullets.

Sh*t.

He didn't dump it. Why?

No, he still has skid marks outside.

He left in a damn hurry. Somebody interrupted him.

He got spooked.

Think he's all gone?

Sir?

Found another body last night.

- Yeah?

- Mm-hm.

What happened to your hand?

I was opening a box of sprinkles,

and the box cutter got away from me.

That's a hazardous job you got there.

You should be more careful.

- Yeah.

- Mm-hm.

And when your hand scars,

your wrist will have a new friend.

The tire tracks, outside of Miller's store,

match the tire tracks in the

mud of the drive-in theater.

And, according to Gary, from the Tire Center,

Ken purchased a set a few months back.

Yeah, same kinda tire, but

not enough to get us to Boyd.

But he did go to Green Oaks High.

Yeah, but what's his connection

to the basketball team?

Well, can't we at least

bring him in for questioning?

No, no, no, not yet. Boyd may be f***ing weird,

but I can't arrest him for - f***ing weird.

Besides, if I bring Ruth's son in, I'm wrong,

she's likely to stop giving it up,

and I've sorta taken a shine to her.

Oh, hey!

What's up?

Hey, going to work.

We're going for smokes. You in, hun?

No, thanks. Too many fractions to multiply.

Okay, be back soon.

Amy?

Hey.

What'd you do?

- What?

- She left.

I went out, came back.

She was gone.

I thought I told you not to f*** this up.

Amy.

Didn't work out.

- Well, I hate to say, "I told you so."

- Then, don't.

Now, you know why I kept you away.

He's a loser, Amy.

A**hole!

It's been going on for 3 days.

C'mon, get inside. You're damn near on time.

I know what it is. I'm not your speed limit.

- You working tonight?

- I asked for Betsy's shift.

- I thought you had Amy's game.

- No, I'm not going.

Why?

- She left.

- She left?

Yeah.

- Why?

- I don't know.

- Didn't you call her?

- No.

Come on, Ken, why not?

Cuz I didn't.

I mean who the f*** was I kidding,

I'm not a father.

We had it right when she thought I didn't exist.

I told you. She shouldn't be around me.

Whatever, man.

- No extra scoop?

- Not today.

Hi, it's me... Stephanie.

I'm just... I'm calling to see if you're okay,

cuz I think we...

had plans to go to Amy's game tonight.

You know, so... Give us a call.

You're a Jackal. Be strong. Come on. Walk it off.

Wheeler, you're in.

Ha ha, very funny, coach.

Well, we're up 28 points. With 6 seconds left,

I'm actually curious to see if you can eff this up.

Awesome.

What are you doing here?

What? It's nice to see you too.

What do you want?

Wow. Um...

I was just...

I came... by to see why you stood me up.

I had to work.

You couldn't have called or...

It's not gonna work out, all right?

I don't understand, cuz...

we were having a really nice time together.

the small community of Green Oaks.

Kenneth Boyd, 34, a local resident,

was taken into custody late last night,

for his involvement in the grisly

slayings of 4 other Green Oaks residents.

All were killed in what police are

calling premeditated executions,

utilizing a hatchet, machete, and butcher knife.

Boyd was recently released from

Cotton Valley State Hospital,

after a stint for clinical

depression and suicidal tendencies.

The victims have been identified as Marty Prichard,

Wade Hutchinson, Lyle Bagwell, and Brett Miller.

All local businessmen.

For more on this story as it develops...

Hey!

You know, I got to admit, Kenny. I was...

I was hoping it wasn't you.

Turn that thing on, will you, please?

It's the red button on the player.

I'm sorry I went into your room, but...

I tell ya, these... these drawings.

Excuse me, these drawings,

they are just beautiful. All of them.

Look at that.

I mean, in a f***ed up kinda way.

Also, you left this...

in a couple of the crime scenes.

That's the thing about tires. They leave tracks.

So, you know, it took us a while,

to figure out what your connection

to all this was, Kenny.

I mean, who would hate the basketball team that

much that he'd kill 'em a whole buncha years later.

You know, I was at the mayor's office today and...

Want some gum?

We were discussing the upcoming festival, you know.

It hit me.

Who would have motive?

Who?

Who?

Who-oo?

Exactly.

The Owl. Whooooo.

Look, Irv. I'm sorry about your friend.

You stood up for him, and he let you down.

But how shocked can you really be?

I mean, you spend your whole life f***in' up,

you're bound to snap, right?

Come on.

Give me some of that "Fooger" energy.

Amy.

- Hey.

- Hey, Irv.

I was wondering if I could talk to you,

but, about my dad.

Like, right now?

You knew him pretty well.

I thought maybe you can clear some stuff up for me.

- Yeah. Yeah, sure. Come on in.

- Thanks.

Did you visit my dad a lot when he was away?

No. No, I didn't.

- Just... Sit there.

- How come?

Well, you know, I really wanted to,

but it was hard.

I didnt really...

I didn't like seeing him like that.

Why did he hate those basketball players so much?

I mean, he wanted to be on the team.

And when he didn't make the cut, he was crushed.

You know, they made him the mascot.

And...

for a while, he thought he was one of the guys.

But, of course, the a**holes on the team,

they didn't see it that way.

And, it built...

and it built to the point where...

where they thought they could do anything to him.

And then this comic book came out.

And it made them look like idiots.

I mean, these players.

They were used to being treated like kings.

And now...

the whole school was making fun of them.

So, one night,

they decided to make him pay for it.

What did they do?

Do you want some water?

Let me get you some water, okay?

- He didn't confess?

- No.

No.

But he also didn't deny it either.

He just, kind of, sat there.

I never thought he'd hurt someone.

You know, it's hard to imagine

what those guys did to him.

But, whatever it was, it stuck.

Look, I know it's a little awkward now

seeing as I just arrested your son

for murdering a bunch of people but I hope,

in time,

- we could get pass this?

- Not likely.

- You mind if I grab a cold one for the road?

- No.

I'm gonna drink and drive, so don't tell the cops.

Amy made that for me. F***ing adorable, ain't it?

I wish I were creative.

Must be one hell of a release.

- Here you go.

- Thanks.

What was that?

- Oh, that's my cat. He hates being locked up.

- I didn't know you had a cat. What kind?

I don't know. Like a... you know,

just like a cat--cat, regular cat.

- You mean, other... You mean, other kinds?

- Yes, sure, there's like 40 different breeds.

See? I didn't know that.

Now these were a real treat, Kenny.

I mean, who doesn't like getting mail?

You literally ramped up the creepy on them.

My favorite. Want to know my favorite?

"I am a monster." Gave me the chills.

- You did a really nice job on that.

- Thanks.

- What are you doing here, Kenny?

- Excuse me?

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