Taking Lives Page #2

-...the other guy did?

-Yes, probably.

-Do you mind if l have a cigarette?

-No, of course not.

You nervous?

Yes, l am.

Extremely.

Thanks for the pad of paper.

So, what did he look like?

He had extremely bright eyes.

Burning, you know?

Even in the dark.

His hair...

...could have been blond.

He had a beard.

He had, not five-o'clock shadow...

...but something cultivated.

Did he seem agitated or in control?

Oh, Jesus.

ls that what l think it is?

ls that--? That's the--

That was around his neck, right?

Am l right?

-Am l right?

-Yes, yes.

You did that on purpose?

All right, l'm doing my best here, all right?

That man's face was half gone!

l couldn't even--

lt didn't even look human.

l did everything l could

to try to help him, and he--

He died, okay? He died. There was....

Look, there was too much blood there.

l'd never seen so much blood in my life.

And l kept trying,

even though l knew that it was too late.

l saw the man who did this. Okay?

l saw him, and l can show you

what he looks like.

And then...

...you can go catch him.

Okay.

What do you think?

Yeah, pattern marks on Morin's neck

show the killer's left-handed.

He sketches with his right,

tried to light a cigarette with his right.

l think we need

a little more than that, no?

l know. There's also

a file open on the table.

lt's your profile.

Evidence, notes, everything.

lf he were the killer, chances are

he'd be trying to take a look.

Psychopaths actually have

very different brain patterns.

You say words like ''tree,'' ''sofa,''

''house,'' ''rape,'' ''incest,'' ''murder'' ...

...a normal person's brain pattern changes,

their frontal lobe reacts.

Psychopaths have no reaction.

They feel the same about murder

as they do about dinner.

They have no emotional connection.

Anyway, my point is that

when he saw the garrotte...

...he reacted...

...with genuine shock and disgust.

A psychopath's brain?

You learn a lot of that stuff

at the FBl, don't you?

l mean, all those theories,

all those books.

Yeah, that's right.

l'm not sure what l see in you yet,

with your tricks.

-l don't have any.

-Bullshit.

You pulled a lot of them in that room.

Agent Scott?

-Could l talk to you for a second?

-Excuse me.

l have sisters who get that look in their eye

when they're cornered and don't like it.

-l'm sorry if l'm wrong, but--

-No.

-Thank you.

-All right.

-Agent Scott.

-Can l talk to you?

-You haven't slept yet.

-No.

There's a guard

in the lobby of that hotel.

And we're right by a road.

So it doesn't make any sense.

Do you think it was staged?

No. There's always

a sense of joy in a staging.

A kind of arrogance.

There's none of that behavior here.

Maybe he wants us to find the bodies

quickly, like at the construction site.

Yeah. But why?

l mean, why?

He's not taunting us.

You know,

there's no ''f*** you'' anywhere.

Why do you do that?

-What?

-Cover your ears?

l just think better when it's quiet.

lt makes sense.

With all this,

maybe he's just getting desperate.

-That happens, doesn't it?

-Yeah, but why?

We're nowhere near him.

And he knows it.

Henri Bisonnette,

a freelance scuba diver.

-ls that our construction site body?

-Yes.

His sister identified him.

Bisonnette used to work for him

on and off for a few years.

Also, his sister said he disappeared

just about a couple of weeks ago.

But his credit cards have been

in use all this time.

What kind of a man was he?

What do we know?

He lived in a small apartment...

...picked up odd computer jobs...

...didn't have a lot of friends.

You ever do that? Go diving?

My ex-wife made us take

one of those Club Med holidays.

She wasn't down 20 feet

before she freaked out. Couldn't take it.

That's a good one.

Have you ever gone diving,

Agent Scott?

No, l've never tried it.

lt's very serene, right?

The fish swim all around you.

They don't even mind you're there.

You'd like it, it's quiet.

-l've got a hit on that sketch.

-Where?

Some residential hotel near the river.

-What are you doing?

-Shouldn't we be going?

We're still eating our breakfast.

-Follow me.

-Thank you.

So he paid me cash three months

in advance, and l never see him.

Did you see him here?

Yeah, that's him.

But before you guys bust him,

he kind of owes me $90 on the phone bill.

Maybe you guys can take care of that.

You know what?

We need that phone bill.

-All right. You guys gonna pay it?

-We'll see.

Everything's clear.

-Oh, sh*t.

-What?

The ring from the finger was engraved

with the name Clark William Edwards.

lt's from Vancouver Secondary School.

Thirty-four years old.

Works part-time on an Alaskan cruise line.

His credit card was used yesterday

in Montreal.

-He had not been reported missing.

-Good.

-Let's keep it that way.

-Why?

Let's not reward the killer

with coverage.

He likes attention. He'll be pissed.

lf he's pissed off, he'll make a mistake.

We should put a marker on Edwards' credit

card and order surveillance of this place.

-So we're getting close.

-One more thing.

The lab results on Costa's DNA came in.

-He's clean.

-Good.

Man....

You got those coffees and a sandwich?

So this isn't a coincidence, right?

No.

The two cops outside the gallery?

That's not a coincidence either, right?

Does that bother you?

l've been looking over my shoulder

since this whole thing happened, so no.

-l'm glad for the company.

-How are you doing?

l can't sleep.

But that's all right.

l have a giant show on Friday,

bunch of new paintings.

lf l don't sell them,

l'm gonna go broke.

So l'm throwing myself into my work.

Kind of like you.

-Here you go.

-Keep it. Thanks.

Did you get any responses to the sketch?

Maybe.

You're being vague.

That night, do you remember

Clive Morin fighting back?

l mean, you know...

...it took me a couple seconds to see,

even register, what was going on.

l heard these sounds,

l saw him with the rock.

By the time l saw Clive Morin...

...you know, he wasn't doing anything.

How do you know CPR?

l don't.

l mean, l--

l tried to do CPR on him...

...but l just did what l could, you know?

l imitated what l've seen on TV.

You looking at my fingers?

You looking at this?

-Yes.

-You're, like, looking at everything.

No, this is-- This is-- l--

l make my own frames.

You know, and l....

The closer we get to the show,

the worse my accuracy is.

How long have you been doing that,

dealing art?

l started right after school.

l went to Thailand, you know?

And l....

l met this very strange old man

who was a painter.

But he didn't have any money

so he just--

You know, he'd just paint everything.

And he had these doors.

These incredible doors that he'd painted.

And he gave me a couple of them.

And so l brought them here

and l sold them...

...for, you know, not much money,

but l sent it back to him, the money.

You know? And it was a fortune to him.

And that's how l started.

That's very nice.

l'd like to buy you a cup of coffee,

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