The Killing Floor Page #4

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as soon as I'm done here.

Soll--

Hey.

Rebecca?

Oh, my God.

Um...

What is this?

What is this?

I'm sorry.

Did you do this?

Oh, my God.

All of it?

Why?

No! No! Why?!

Um-- Uh--

David--

I love you.

- What? No.

- I do.

- No. No, you don't!

- No, yes. Yes, I do.

I'm sorry.

I didn't know...

- You can't. No--

-...howto make it go away.

You tried to ruin my life!

David, please don't say that. Please--

I've only wanted

what's best for you.

What's best for me?

Stalking me, taking f***ing pictures?

But, David, please, listen.

I know that I'm s--

I know what I did was wrong.

I know what I did was wrong.

It's just--

I just want to be close to you.

I wanted to be close to you

so badly that I just--

I swathe apartment

across the street and--

And I just want to--

David, please, I'm sorry.

I'm sorry. It's just that--

I know that you're David Lamont

and you would never be with

somebody like me and I just--

You don't know.

You don't even know.

Oh, God, David.

David, please, I am so sorry.

I'm so sorry.

Can you please just forgive me.

Please.

It's okay, Rebecca.

- I'm sorry.

- I said, it's okay.

Hey, you've been watching the place.

Who have you seen?

- I don't know.

- Who?

Just think. Who?

Rebecca, tell me.

- Oh, God. I-in the--

- It's okay, just think.

- You.

- Okay.

I don't, I me--

I see your housekeeper.

Okay. Who else?

Audrey.

Just some friends of yours,

like Garrett, um...

That's not helping.

Is that all?

A messenger.

A messenger? You saw

a messenger? Was it a man?

- What did he look like?

- I don't know, David.

- It was late at night--

- This is so important. Please.

I don't know, David. I'm sorry.

Okay.

What are you gonna do?

I got to call Soll.

I got to talk to the police.

Don't worry, I won't tell them

about all this sh*t.

I just saw him

leave Audrey's apartment.

Who, Soll?

I'm sorry, David.

Audrey!

Audrey.

Audrey.

Where you been?

Where's Audrey?

Who's Audrey?

Don't f***ing bullshit me!

You was just in her apartment.

I don't know what

you're talking about, Lamont.

But you got a hell

of a serious problem.

Yeah-- Yeah, I've had a problem

since the moment I met you.

This kid, Thurber-- Hawkins.

He's dead.

Yeah, no sh*t.

Murder weapon was left

at the scene.

Guess what?

It looked exactly like...this.

We dusted it for prints.

We got a hit.

Who?

You.

You know I--

Yeah, I had it in my hand--

You little p*ssy.

If I didn't know you

a little bit...

didn't know that you were

a narcissistic pretty boy...

F*** you.

who'd sooner call a cop

from halfway across the city

than do his own dirty work,

I would haul your ass

in to the precinct right now

with an airtight case.

But that's not what my instincts

are telling me.

What are your instincts

telling you, detective?

Whoever killed that boy

wouldn't have done it

unless he didn't

need him anymore.

Hey, hey, I mean--

Relax.

Now, he's coming for you.

You better lock up.

Take the second floor.

Not now, Rebecca.

I'm with Detective Soll.

Rebecca

That's what I'm calling about.

He's not who you think he is.

What are you talking about?

When you said his name,

I knew I heard it before.

- In what?

-Andrew Dunlap's novel,

the one you rejected,

the killer's name in it is Soll.

Detective Soll.

Downstairs is secure.

David?

I checked

with the police department,

there is no Detective Soll.

Get out of there, David!

Um, okay, Bec, uh--

We'll just go over

that in the morning.

So...

is everything cool up here?

Good.

Dunlap.

Hey, Lamont.

Seems like

we got off on the wrong foot.

Sure feels that way.

David!

Calm down.

Everything's gonna be fine.

I'm a police officer, remember?

Aw! F***!

Get out!

Lamont!

Goddamn it.

Nobody was supposed to get hurt.

David.

It was all an act.

Lamont!

This gun... is a fake.

David!

No, it was all an act!

Oh, God. Oh, God.

Oh, God. Oh, my God.

We should call the police.

And say what?

That there are two dead bodies

in my house, Rebecca.

Um...

Maybe you should...

Maybe you should call

your lawyer first.

Yeah, that's a good idea.

He should be here

when they get here.

- I can't do that.

- Why not?

This all points to me.

This all points to me.

The bodies.

It's a neighbor

that I had an affair with.

And it's a-a writer.

A guy that--

That I invited in.

But he was terrorizing you, David.

But I have no proof.

My phone records are gonna show

that we called each other.

He sent me a thank-you note

to my f***ing party, for chrissake.

What about all of the things

that he gave you?

You said that he gave

you photographs and tapes--

But every time I thought

I was talking to the police,

I was talking to him.

I gave it all back.

He killed Audrey.

He killed Audrey,

and they're gonna be able

to prove that, you know?

They're going to be able to find

his fingerprints or his hair or something--

- Oh, my God.

- What? What?

My skin's under her fingernails.

- Why would your skin be--

- We had a fight.

Oh, my God.

Oh, hey, Rebecca.

I did not kill Audrey.

I swear to God.

I did not kill her.

I'm f***ed.

Oh, boy...

Okay...

I know this is gonna

seem really weird,

but my parents have

a farm two hours upstate,

and they're out of town.

So?

There are ways

to get rid of this, David.

Wha--?

One, two, three.

Pigs are omnivores.

Excuse me?

Are you okay?

David?

David?

Okay, come on.

Come on.

Come on, let's go inside.

David?

David, I brought you

some clothes that I found in my--

In my father's closet

that I thought might fit you.

It's nice to get out of the city.

Listen. Um...

I think that...

we just go in tomorrow

like nothing happened.

And...

like everything is like it was.

Bye, David.

Everything will be fine.

Yeah.

Hey, G, it's, uh-- It's pretty early, man.

I, uh-- I was just calling

to see how you were doing.

I, um-- Oh, I thought

maybe later we could, uh--

We could grab some lunch.

Anyway, all right, Garret,

give me a call. Bye.

Rebecca

The apartment was not so much an apartment,

as a monument to a good life

and a better fortune.

The owner was a man of stature,

handsome,

with an articulate wit.

A bull among calves.

An arrogant, ego-driven,

misogynist bull

that she would carefully lead

to the slaughter.

It could have all been

so easily avoided.

If he had only taken

a moment, one moment,

he would've seen

the blueprint for his demise.

David?

You didn't maybe,

possibly have a chance

to look at the story

I gave you, did you?

Aw, sh*t.

But I am gonna burn

through a stack of reading

as soon as I get home.

Rebecca

But she knew he wouldn't bother.

Of course not.

A man who basked

in the reflected glow

of those with real talent,

getting rich

off the blood and sweat

and torment

of those he represented.

Surely he'd never take the time

to read a story

from an unknown writer.

David?

I have Andrew Dunlap for you.

She chose a name at random

and stamped it at

the bottom of a title page.

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