The Hollow Point Page #2

It took 40 minutes.

Anyway, they chased him

all the way out

to the 24,

lost him out there

on a back road

before your guy

went in after him.

What guy?

I don't know.

I couldn't flag him,

but I saw him.

I saw the tan uniform.

I figured I'd just

call your partner

in the morning

and check in.

Was me and the old man.

As of this morning,

got to be just me.

Dispatch, we have a code 32

off carrion road.

Burning pretty good,

by the smell of it.

I think I found us Ken mersey.

What the hell

happened to you, Ken?

Where'd you get off to?

Sh*t.

Well, that's everyone

that's come in.

Closest thing

to a molotov cocktail

these folks have seen

is a broken air conditioner.

Sorry about that, deputy.

But I don't believe

your friend is here.

Didn't say

he was a friend.

And it's sheriff.

Is Ken in there?

Is he okay?

Don't give me

that look, Wallace.

Surprising, is all.

Ken mersey is a good man.

He looks after me.

Oh, Wallace, stop it.

What do you know

about the truck?

He bought it.

He told me to fix it up

and sell it to shep.

You know he was

smuggling ammunitions

across the border

in that truck?

That's a lie.

Well, whatever

he ain't telling you

got him in trouble

last night,

got him confronted.

By who?

Still sorting that out.

But whoever that may be,

I ain't gonna tell you

that Ken mersey

don't got his own

consequences coming to him.

Ah, f***.

You bring him home,

Wallace.

They got your commercial

on TV up in Indian Ridge.

It's 4:
00 in the morning,

but it's TV nonetheless.

You trick-or-treating?

Was wondering

if you knew anything

about Ken mersey

going missing.

Yeah, what kind

of trouble he got?

The considerable kind,

i guess.

Ooh.

Really taking

yourself seriously

in that uniform,

ain't you?

Don't mind going after

an old drinking buddy

like that?

As far as I can see,

he's under arrest.

Ah.

If he's still alive.

How do you take

your coffee?

I don't.

Well...

No sales being had.

No maintenance or repairs

being had.

It's just a whole lot

of nothing.

I haven't had a real need

for Ken in the garage.

What about

the stolen truck?

Trucks.

He took them with.

He didn't say anything.

He just...Went.

That don't sound like him.

People have a way of

changing on you, I guess.

I guess.

I want the trucks back.

That's why I only

reported one.

I wanted him

to know, you know?

I didn't really want Ken

to get into

any sort of trouble,

knowing his mama and all.

Ken was cutting

armor-piercing slugs

into scrap engine parts

not 20 feet

from where you're sitting.

Well, if he was doing

any of the sort,

it wasn't in my garage.

There's no other

place in town

suited for that

kind of...Activity.

First off,

how about his garage?

Ken opened his own shop?

Always get a ribbon

for trying.

A**hole.

You're good

right there, Wallace.

What'd you get

yourself into, Kenny?

I took 250,000

to leave this place,

to not belong in here,

for just--

for just one night.

It kicks a good bit

of life into you.

That cousin of yours,

he's laid out on a slab.

Kilbaught took his head

clean off,

and you ain't too far behind.

I want to know where

the bullets are coming from

and who struck the deal.

I want names,

names I can hunt down and put

away this side of the border.

The cartel won't

take this lightly.

They'll send someone.

What's coming,

it ain't some butcher.

It's punishment.

You can't stop

a thing like that.

All that money you took

can't buy the fact

that now you got them

coming after Marla too.

She didn't know.

They won't care.

I only took my cut!

What's this?

Oh, you chicken sh*t,

just go.

F*** me.

Ugh!

Aah!

Kenny.

F***.

Aah!

Aah!

Aah!

Oh, god.

Oh, god.

Oh, god.

What the hell?

Wallace?

Wallace!

Wallace...

Hey, Wallace.

What the hell

happened to you, son?

Huh?

Who did this

to you, boy?

When it happens...

When it stops...

You can't feel it.

It don't hurt.

We got to get you some...

Come on, Wallace.

Come on,

you're gonna be okay.

How does that feel?

About as good

as it looks.

If we fetch it,

we can re-attach it.

They do...

Do that, right?

Well, you got one

of two options:

Get used to it,

or don't look at it.

Hear that?

What?

That'd be me,

slow-clapping you,

if my clapping hand

was still with us.

Could have been

a lot worse on you.

I saw your friend

when they brought him in.

He ain't my friend.

Way you saw him...

Kilbaught was right

about people like him

bringing hell

up into this town.

The way I see it,

Ken mersey got

what was coming to him,

getting his head

cut off the way--

you said you were

gonna bring him home.

Marla...

That's what you said

to me, Wallace.

Well, the hell

with him.

I know what I said.

There was nothing

to bring home.

You're such a f***.

Shepard Diaz.

History of misconduct,

brutality,

or any badges with that name?

Uh-huh.

Hang on.

Shoot.

Yep.

Simon, yep.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa,

hold on.

Well, does the system

make any note

of tattoos or distinct markings

and such?

The neck.

Yeah.

Last known address?

Wallace, I need to talk.

Think I've done more

than enough of that

with you today.

I'm sorry for snapping at you

back at the hospital.

Sh*t.

Wallace...

You should be

back in that bed.

You ran off

without these.

I don't want you

to do this.

It's not your job

to punish me like this.

I ain't punishing.

Going out there

and getting yourself killed?

Yeah, what are you

calling that?

Please don't do this.

You're all I got left.

Wasn't too good

at taking you

away from this place,

was I?

No.

Mm.

You are tired,

busted, and hurt,

is what you are.

Don't be mad.

Got to thinking about

that stolen jalopy of yours,

which got me thinking

about your ex-wife.

Hm?

Hm.

I couldn't hold on

either, shep.

Never could.

And I was captivated

by my bride.

I just couldn't tell

which color was what on her.

Didn't know why

i never did bother.

Anyway, she got to

walking out on me.

Hm.

Been gone more years now

than we was actually together.

No...

You can't win

a woman back.

That's something ugly beasts

like you and me

do not get to do.

Oh, go f*** yourself, le.

- Hey!

- F*** you, f*** you.

Hold on there

a second.

Don't you go

dwelling in dignity.

Does not suit you.

Doesn't suit us.

She's half your worth,

and she's gone.

You haven't sold a car

on that lot for ages.

You got a face

like a thumb,

and you stuck it

on a TV commercial.

How dare you, hmm?

I do must ask myself,

how the hell do you

keep this place afloat?

Ahh.

Come on, sit down, shep.

Hmm?

Sit.

You are not

an unfortunate man.

You're an auspicious parasite,

and I need you to tell me

who's on the other side

of that spook.

You came in

with your mind made up.

What the f*** you want

me to tell you, le?

Huh?

Can't ask you

to trust me.

Well, then don't.

Shame on you.

I had trouble finding

the fix for it.

But I found it.

So what's this, then?

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