The Hollow Point Page #3

It's only ever been

three crosses that I remember.

Who's the fourth?

Could be the one

waiting for me.

"This god-forsaken road

will bury us all

somehow,"

was the way

Ken said it.

You look good

with that promotion on you.

You already got made sheriff.

You got what you wanted.

- Oh, yeah.

- What about me, huh?

Wasn't so much a promotion,

like I said it was.

Why wasn't I good enough?

Good enough

for you to stay?

Can't...

So how much money he take?

Well, enough,

i guess.

You sound like

you really care.

They don't care

about the money neither.

They just got to decide

if his death is enough.

Simple as that.

If they can find Ken

in the middle of a back road,

they're sure as hell are

gonna find you.

I've seen the man

who killed him.

I know his name,

i know where he is.

And what are

you gonna do?

You can't even

write him a ticket.

Kilbaught, he knew.

There's no

arresting anyone.

Not anymore.

I need a ride.

Up here,

on the left.

You know you don't

got to go.

Call it

a good cause, then.

The only good cause

you'll ever have

is listening to me.

We could go.

Keep driving.

I'd really like that.

Oh, f***!

Get back, get back!

Go on, put it down.

That girl behind you

ain't gonna like you

with no pecker.

Now put the f***ing gun down.

Who the f*** are you?

Who the f*** are you?

I'm the man looking

for Samuel Gibbons.

That'd be me.

Is this you hiding him?

Huh?

Look, look,

i don't know much,

but just take

whatever you want and go.

Shut up!

You're a cop?

I work for county,

same as you.

Whatever the issue

is here,

you and I,

we can sort it out.

We can understand

each other.

How is it

that they own you?

I don't know

what you're talking about.

I know they own you.

I swear to god, I don't know--

I don't know

what you're talking about!

I know they do, you son of a

b*tch, I know they do!

Stop it! Stop it!

- You're gonna take me to him!

- Oh, my god!

Now we're gonna

make a liar out of you.

Why are you helping him?

Take me to him!

You gonna take me

to him now?

I don't know what

you want me tell you.

I don't know!

They're good

at making threats.

- Get the f*** away from him!

- Get back.

No.

Just--just stop!

They're efficient

at getting

their points understood.

So maybe you had a gun

held to your head.

But I bet she ain't had a gun

held to hers.

No, stop it!

You stop it, god damn it.

Please, no, please, please.

Stop, god damn it, please.

Stop, stop.

No.

Shh.

Shh.

Stop him.

It's okay.

You're gonna be okay.

What happens to her

is because of you.

Now, you tell me

where he is!

I swear to god, I don't know

what you f***ing mean.

You know what he done.

And that don't make you

any better than him.

Oh, my god.

Is that the guy

who killed Ken?

I don't know.

I was sure that he--

you were gonna

kill him anyway?

What is it

with you, Wallace?

You find the wrong guy,

and then you won't stop.

It ain't making you any better

than what you're chasing after.

Marla, wait.

What a pair, huh?

Yeah.

What's that you said

about good people disappearing?

Was that...

'Cause there's no

protecting them?

Or you fail

to protect them?

Or you scare them away?

One of those.

All of those.

Nearly killed

an innocent man.

Well, there's

no getting him,

the man you're after.

Could be anybody.

Because incidentally,

he is anybody.

Monsters hide

in plain sight.

And once you put enough

money in a man's hands,

he'll do almost

whatever you want,

and you can turn him

into whatever

you need him to be.

Just like these boogeymen

on the back roads.

They're demons.

And "demons"

is only a way

of calling their illness.

- Ahh.

- What's there to stop it, then?

You go after

the illness itself.

Crumpled under the vest?

Seor Diaz

selling them crap.

They're after shep.

So shep was using Ken

to smuggle shitty bullets

into Mexico?

Huh.

Would you do it?

Make a go at it for 250,000?

That don't seem enough.

No, I wouldn't.

I wouldn't run

if I knew I couldn't.

I'd burrow down.

Where?

Put him on the back road,

let the back road take him?

What's different, then?

What's changed?

Shep owes your friend

Ken mersey a death.

Now, he'll pay for it,

and he'll pay

for it right, to us.

You're making an arrest?

That's why you're here.

Helping restore me

to the man I once was.

He wasn't my friend.

This guy,

you sure he's here?

A**hole showed me

a wire receipt

just before he shot me.

Hey, stupid!

Come on out!

We know you're in there!

Oh, sh*t!

He's under the house!

You gonna shoot?

I was thinking

about it, yeah.

F***.

Put it down, shep!

Wallace!

Wallace!

Oh, sh*t.

It's okay.

It's okay.

Easy.

So...That hovel

you've been squatting,

what made you think

of that place, huh?

Might as well

spill it, shep.

The way you've been going

about getting folks killed

is only gonna

get me madder.

Some young filly

on the side, huh?

That was a long

time ago, sheriff.

Sheriff?

Oh, no, no.

I don't think

there's any need

for formalities anymore,

not after you shot me.

What the hell

you mean by that?

It's only me.

It's a list.

It's a walking,

breathing list,

and it will

follow you to hell.

The guy they use,

don't know where

he's coming from,

but he finds

who they tell him to find.

He is a butcher.

Won't matter

how far I get.

Won't matter where I go.

They're looking

to make an example.

You've been

liquidating assets.

I'm trying to buy my name

off that forsaken list.

I've given them everything

that's not locked down

on my lot.

I've given them every

buckskin I've earned,

and it's still

not enough.

Who's wiring your money?

My ex-wife's pension,

few drops in a bucket.

All her life

amounted to, I guess.

I need Ken mersey.

If he made it back

with that money

and I get my hands

on that money,

I promise you, le,

on my life,

I promise you,

I'll make all this

go away.

I'll even cut you in.

All you do is let me

walk on out that door.

Let me make it right.

How much you reckon

that's worth?

You stay another day

in this town,

and you're gonna answer

for what you did.

They'll put you

in a cement box

for what you did

to clive.

I'm offering you kindness.

I'll mull it over.

F***!

So that's you leaving.

Always known what's going on

in my head, haven't you?

Not by choice.

Yeah, lucky you.

Maybe some day,

when luck can afford me.

Yes, ma'am.

You are sweet

in small doses.

Your picture.

You deserve better.

Wallace, please don't--

and I'm gonna keep

telling it to you like that

until you leave.

I can't.

Can't think of something

nice to say to her.

Lilly's a nice girl,

and she was asking

for a rosary,

so I think

i should get it.

Okay.

I'll go fetch it.

Wallace, please stay.

This place is...

Scorched of life.

It's a graveyard.

Think about leaving.

Do what you got to do, but...

The only person

that's gonna save you is you.

Oh, sorry,

i thought Lilly was in here--

it's you.

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