The January Man Page #3

with introspection.

Allison Hawkins was a member

of the Hawkins family.

She is gone,

but the Hawkins family remains.

The family remains...

and something of Allison

remains in them...

in each of them...

and in all of them.

You are in shock now,

and you are in pain.

When this coffin is shouldered

and carried from this church...

grieve your grief...

let it go.

Trust in God.

Grieve, repair...

live.

Open your hymnals, please.

- I'm sorry. Are you OK?

- I'm fine.

Sorry.

Do I know you?

No.

You're Nick Starkey.

I know your brother.

Good for you.

Were you following me?

Why?

You were the prettiest one

at the funeral.

Can I buy you

some hot chocolate?

Sure.

So... do you usually go

from funerals to ice skating?

No.

It makes sense to me.

It does?

Yeah.

What's funny?

My father thinks

you're a genius.

I am.

You know... let's forget this.

You don't want to question me?

No.

What's the matter?

Nothing.

In a hundred years,

we'll all be dead.

So?

So...

My friend Allison and I

spent New Year's Eve together.

I keep going over

our conversation in my head.

We didn't really say

anything to one another.

It was like most conversations,

I guess...

except it happened

to be her last.

And then today...

that funeral...

I just kept thinking...

how much of life is wasted.

I mean, we're sitting here,

we're talking to each other.

I mean, shouldn't we be

really talking to each other?

All right.

I saw my brother's wife

Christine last night...

and she and I were

an item at one time...

and so it was

a very painful evening.

And now today, I see you...

and I find you very...

attractive.

And I'm feeling vulnerable

because of last night...

and so my feeling is...

my instinct as a man is...

I don't want to ask you

a lot of pushy questions...

because I want you to like me.

In fact, how real do you want

this conversation to get?

Because saying

these things out loud...

has made me want

to go to the next step...

and say to you...

this restaurant's

a five-minute walk...

from seven hotels.

It is?

It is...

and I'd like to...

get a room in one of them...

right now and take you there.

You would?

Yeah, I would.

What do you say?

In a hundred years,

we'll all be dead.

What do you say?

Just exactly how old are you?

God!

Is something missing?

Nothing's missing.

This is what happens.

What are you talking about?

I knew when I came back down

into this world...

I'd start having

weird behavior like this.

Like what?

23 years old.

So what?

And look... you're on top.

I've got to get out of here.

So go.

What if I had a heart attack,

and they found me with you?

I'm speechless.

So... where we going now?

Where are we going?

How do you figure that?

Listen...

I haven't felt safe.

I feel safe right now.

Let me have

a little more of that.

All right.

Show me where

Allison Hawkins lived.

Which window was hers?

You see that right there,

next to the lights?

Come on. I wanna take a look.

Thanks.

Oh, Lord Jeffrey Amherst

Was a soldier

Royal and true

And he summoned all the Indians

Into his sight...

Come here and lay one on me.

Everybody knows where I live.

I kept having

these nightmares last night.

I know my house is safe,

supposedly...

but it's giving me the creeps.

Everybody knows where I live.

I'm gonna have to get

back to the precinct.

I got to work tonight.

I understand.

You can stay at my apartment

if you want.

You'd be by yourself.

- Could I?

- Sure.

That would be great.

I'll... call my father

and make an excuse.

Good.

Thanks.

Ed, why are you still here?

I'm just trying

to get the hang of this.

Go home.

This is... Bernadette.

Bernadette, this is Ed.

He lives in my building.

She's gonna stay

in my place tonight...

so would you show her in?

Sure.

Hi, Ed.

Hi.

Thanks.

You're welcome.

So long.

So, go.

Ed, I'll see you in the morning.

OK.

Where you going?

For a walk.

Where?

Nowhere.

To get away from you.

What have you figured out

about the case?

This guy, whoever he is,

he's fabulous with locks.

In seven of these cases,

the guy picked the lock.

Some of these locks

were supposed to be unpickable.

What else?

He's not just smart with locks.

He's just smart, very bright

in a useless kind of way...

and cracked as an old teacup.

You don't get away pulling

eleven separate murders...

unless you've got a brain

like a Swiss watch.

You don't murder eleven women...

unless you're

plain f***ing crazy.

Or you haven't

figured out the motive.

I haven't figured out

the motive.

That's a separate problem.

I mean, I know the motive.

What is it?

This man has a lot

of anger towards women.

That's f***ing brilliant.

It must have been his mother.

Blue ribbon's

an interesting touch.

I mean, blue ribbon...

it's an award.

Maybe the mother...

rewarded the kid with something

that strangled him.

Maybe the constant rewarding

by the mother...

was the thing that caused

the feeling of being strangled.

I bet this guy overachieves

like gangbusters.

I'm walking here!

What are you? Crazy?

"Prime cut."

Prime!

What are you talking about?

I'm about to know when he's

going to kill the next girl.

When?

I'll call you in an hour

when I got it figured.

Listen, Frank.

You and me, we got something

in common with the murderer.

We do? Maybe you do.

Just like him,

we've got a mother.

Don't go comparing

our mother to his.

Just like his mother,

our mother had an affect on us.

Don't you say a goddamn word

about our mother!

You see? She's dead, and we're

still fighting over her.

She had a big effect.

Get back to talking

about the case.

It's like with your wife.

Don't bring my wife into this!

I'm warning you.

You're right.

It's really about our mother.

Frank, I got one thing

to say to you...

and it's hard,

but I gotta say it.

And if you can accept it...

a lot of other sh*t's

gonna fall into place.

Frank, Mom loved me

more than you.

That's why I took

the fall for you, Frank.

I wish you'd just f***ing die.

F***!

Hello.

Hello.

Bernadette, isn't it?

Yes.

Mrs. Starkey.

I think we met at

the mayor's birthday party...

and at the opera, also,

I think.

And now here.

And now here.

- Would you like to come in?

- No.

He's not here.

Who?

Nick.

Right.

No, I think I'll just be going

before there's a traffic jam.

Oh, my God.

Hiya, Cone.

You know what a prime number is?

Any number...

What is it?

Any number that can only

be divided by one and itself.

Whatever you say.

There are twelve prime numbers

possible out of 31 days.

These are the dates

of the murders.

Eleven prime numbers.

What's the twelfth?

Five.

What's today?

January 4th.

Then it's tomorrow night.

He's going to kill

the next girl tomorrow night.

Where?

I don't know.

I better leave you to figure.

You're the real thing.

You're a real shamus.

Alcoa, I know when the guy's

gonna hit again.

You gotta give me

your cooperation here.

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