The Lost Angel Page #3

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got him out

while I was out there

the whole time.

I didn't hear anything.

I didn't see anything.

Did you find Brian Wall?

No.

See how it works?

We lose him, and people die.

Padre, speak.

What is this?

That means shepherd.

I don't know what that is.

Shepherd? Who's the shepherd?

The priest?

We gotta squeeze him hard.

He's got enemies.

Yes, but not too hard, Billie.

This really upsets him.

You know, I'm a little

pissed off myself.

You covering for him, hmm?

Run a game on me like that

and I will f*** you up.

Jesus, Billie!

Good morning.

You're not wearing blue jeans?

Good morning.

Can I have some money

for hair dye?

If you let me get a perm,

I won't have to ask you again.

No permanent hair dye, no perms,

no tattoos, and no more piercings.

You're getting that black lipstick

all over our glasses.

Can't you get that smudge-proof sh*t?

What's wrong?

More interviews with those

I.A. guys today.

What are you gonna do?

Lie.

- So your sister's in the paper again?

- I don't want to talk about it.

Excuse me.

Does that police woman live here?

Are you her sister?

Ah, look, I'm nobody

to worry about.

Your sister put the guy away

that did this to me.

I look at the things they write about her

in the papers, and

I want to throw up.

I mean she's really good people.

Thanks.

- She's been under...

- A lot of pressure?

Yeah.

So where are you two

off to?

School.

You ever hear that band,

uh, Metallica?

Yeah, who hasn't?

Well, nobody much knows about it, but they're

playing a gig tonight, at this club

called 'Astart' over

at Oaklawn.

Really?

Meet me there around sundown,

I'll get you both in the door.

It's the least I could do.

It is from Babylonian scritpure.

It says the shepherd has

a dying flock.

You're the shepherd.

I know that.

You want to talk to me now?

All right.

So, you were here?

Yes, in this very chair

I'm here.

And where was Brother Thadius?

Uh, Brother Thadius's room

is here.

Okay, the two of you were supposed to be

here alone last night.

When was the last time

you saw Brother Thadius?

I saw him at dinner.

Did he say anything at dinner?

No, no, no.

But... Brother Thadius is taking

a vow of silence.

We communicate by email.

Do you have the last email that

you received from Brother Thadius?

Billie, this is a good man.

Until I could figure out

who else was here,

he's all we've got.

Well, the last email from

Brother Thadius.

Okay.

Is there any other way in or out

of this church?

No.

I have 4 officers covering this rectory,

it's very well lit.

They can see all the entrances. You wouldn't be

lying to me now, would you?

Please excuse me. I've suddenly

gotten very tired.

Yeah, get over to the courthouse and pull

a full jacket on Father Kevin and St. Rita's.

Anyone trying to sue the Church or him,

any restraining orders,

any police reports of any kind.

Do it now.

Basement?

So you're sure you don't wanna

go out with me this weekend?

Give me a break, Banks.

- So where's Julian?

- I told him to go home and get some sleep.

Umm-hmm.

All right, it's locked up.

Gotta go back and get the key.

Don't bother. I got something.

Is this one of those shortcuts that you always promise

that you don't take?

Uh, we do have

a time element here.

Here's something.

Oh, wow! Okay, I got Brother Thadius' key.

The wine cellar. This is it!

This is the abduction point.

He opened the door with the key

and left the key here.

So, how do you lock up?

I don't know. Brother Thadius was to come down for

a little drink and got a bottle in the face.

Our guy must have known he was gonna

be here. Waiting for him.

Hey, come here.

Look at this. He left us

a little calling card,

He must've known we're

gonna be here too.

Maybe he left it for

Father Kevin.

How did he get out?

You keep saying 'he'.

What happens if it's a woman

we're looking for?

What makes you think that a woman

would be capable of doing this?

Hey, I've seen you

in action, remember?

No, a woman wouldn't have left

the clothes on the monk

and strip the females.

That's a man's game.

Wait, come here.

I think I found something.

Okay, now we know how they

got past us.

We can watch the church better, anyway.

Yeah?

Wow! Okay, we're on our way.

Nice going, Sherlock.

They got it.

A 10-year-old restraining order taken up by

Father Kevin against a guy named Fred Rallings.

Interesting rap sheet, 3 arrests,

1 on a DND, 2 for possession of V,

no convictions.

Well, he couldn't fit the profile

any better.

He grew up in St. Rita's.

He was an altar boy.

He then developed an interest

in the occult.

Father Kevin ex-communicated him. He then

publicly threatened revenge after that.

- Anything violent?

- Not in ours, what about the Feds?

Okay, let's see. Fred Rallings, legally

changed his name to Kuratha.

No last name. Owns this night club,

'Astart.'

known associate, Brian Wall.

Who you haven't found yet.

I'm on it, Billie.

This is found at the crime scene.

This symbol has been used before.

What does it mean?

It means shepherd.

- Father Kevin is the shepherd.

- Well, everything does seem aimed at him.

- Did you get some sleep?

- Yeah.

How does it feel?

- My breathing, so, another body?

- Yeah.

Pretty good lead this time.

This guy, Kuratha,

owns a club in the Oaklawn area

named 'Astart.'

apparently a breeding ground for

drugs and devil worshippers.

Oh, boy.

Put a 24-hour tail on this guy Kuratha

and get some moles in the club.

Right.

And check this guy out with your snitch.

You never know.

He'll want drugs, I'm out.

Check my locker.

How'd you know about

the West Side?

Same reason you keep coming back.

You're wrong about Brian Wall.

No. [snort] I just want to set him up.

Get him off the street.

Hey! Don't you ever f*** with me like that again?

You understand me?

O...Okay!

Swear to God I'll bury your ass

in the goddamn dumpster.

All right. Chill.

What about this guy Kuratha?

Don't know.

Got a club in Oaklawn,

called the 'Astart.'

Kids get drugs there.

Yeah? What else?

I... don't know.

- Nothing more on this guy?

- No.

Nothing.

Got a friend called Brian Wall?

You mean he takes it in the ass

with Brian Wall?

Nothing more on these killings?

Got past you this time, right?

Right past the cops with the body,

didn't he?

You were there?

I don't know. You've been pumping me

so full of drugs

I don't know if

I've got shoes on.

I've been pumping?

Hey!

- Mom?

- Stop with that sh*t!

Come on.

Stop with that!

Jesus Christ!

God damn it!

F***ing junkie!

The Special Crimes Task Force is

composed of 3 detectives

of Inspector rank.

Each of us oversees

a team of detectives.

We draw from a pool.

I chose Julian because

he's best for me.

There's no smoking here.

No smoking?

How did you know how to

find Brian Wall, Inspector?

- We got tipped off.

- By whom?

- Snitch.

- Who?

- Don't know.

- Don't know? Who does?

Lieutenant Banks I got stuck with

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