The Midnight Man Page #5

So how do you want to do this

thing?

Me, I was always figuring

on shooting you first.

Or at least taking you with

me when you came for me,

but that's not likely to happen

since I left my gun

over there on the desk.

- Gotta love that honesty.

- What was your plan?

- Originally, I thought that you

and I

could go for a walk.

- You think I want to bit on

that?

- There's always plan B.

Shoot you and run.

- So that mentor dignity

thing only goes so far, huh?

Well, I would love to

say it's been a pleasure,

but that would be disingenuous.

The truth is, I never liked you

and always wished that somebody

had

done you a long time ago.

Do your deed.

I've had a good life.

(punching)

(grunting)

(background chatter)

- I think this guy's really

hurt.

Should we call an ambulance?

- Oh, bloody hell.

Don't do that!

You know, what?

Don't do that, I'm a

doctor or EMT or whatever.

I can help.

I can help.

Hey, hi.

Sir, can you hear me?

Are you okay?

- Zan?

- Oh, sh*t, hey Riggs.

- Hey.

I think somebody hit me.

- Pain.

That's something I never

expected to see.

First rule of our job,

look for the thing that's out of

place.

Ever since you were old enough

to

take a sh*t on your own,

I never saw you once

scratch an itch.

Shoulder bothering you there?

(crying out in pain)

Yeah, dislocated shoulders

are real, real painful.

So what the hell's going on

here?

- Pissed off a gypsy.

(crying out in pain)

It's a drug.

It's a drug.

Somebody drugged me.

- Somebody drugged you?

Who?

Well, if I were you, I'd look

into that.

- Trust me, it'll have my full

attention

once you sons of b*tches are

dead.

- What was that?

Sons of b*tches?

Who besides me were you

supposed to kill tonight?

- F*** you.

(crying out in pain)

- Marky, Nomack and you.

I don't know the last name.

I don't know.

Marky, Nomack, me, and somebody

else, huh?

- That's a bad touch, get off!

- Has it even entered into

that little brain of yours

that on the night you're

sent to kill a bunch

of your own guys, somebody drugs

you

and you end up feeling pain for

the first time in your life?

- Thanks for pointing that out.

I never would've figured it out

by myself.

- And here we go.

Your first message was Marky is

done.

You never were much for

sentiment, were you, kid?

And Ezekiel replied back,

Nomack.

The clock is ticking.

Boy, that sounds ominous.

Then you said, "Nomack is done."

Then he said, "Fairbanks."

Let me see if my little

theory is correct then.

So how you making out with that

shoulder?

(cellphone chimes)

(chuckling) Just like I thought.

- Pray, do tell.

- You really got no idea what

the f***

is going on tonight, do you?

- [Man] Hello?

- Yeah, it's Fairbanks.

Yeah, I'm here with Grady.

He came here to kill

me on Ezekiel's orders.

He's coming to you next.

Only he's going to be late.

Hang on a second.

Here, say hello.

(crying out in pain)

Nah, I just wanted to say thank

you,

and to tell you that we'll

be there in a little while.

- Who was that?

- Who the f*** do you think it

was?

- You were sent to kill

your friends tonight.

And who among your friends

inflicts pain for a living?

And who has had hard on for you

ever since the day he found

out about your condition?

To him, you are the ultimate

tease.

- Yeah, I think you're good.

Just keep an eye on it.

- Okay.

Thanks.

It's weird seeing you here.

- I know, this is your night

off, huh?

- Yep, turned the radio off.

Put the cellphone away.

No dead bodies for me tonight.

You either, huh?

- Here's hoping.

- What are you doing in a dump

like this?

- What are you doing in a dump

like this?

- Trying to avoid a concussion.

No, there it is.

- Yeah, but you look good up

there.

- Okay, follow, yeah,

'cause you're a liar.

- But a good one?

- Better get going.

No time like the present.

You seen my keys?

(punching)

- Well, I think I'm feeling

better.

I mean, I only see one of you.

So that's positive.

- Oh, that is good.

Because you had me worried.

- Thanks, you're good people,

Zan.

Come on, I'll drive you home.

Zan.

Zan?

- You know what?

I need to go use the little

girl's room.

I'll be right back.

You should drink more water.

Lots more water, you really

want to hydrate a concussion.

- Is that a thing?

- Yes, that's a thing, drink.

- We need to leave now.

- (cries out in pain) Shoulder.

Shoulder.

- Sorry.

- Call somebody! It's Fairbanks!

(panting)

- Sh*t, sh*t.

- We're being followed.

Must go faster.

- The car's too far.

Here.

(background chatter)

(cries out in pain)

- Easy buddy.

(background chatter)

- Okay, time to go.

- Just, just...

Just give me a minute.

- Grady, we don't have a minute.

Yeah, that's a great idea.

Come on!

Grady, Grady, Grady.

That guy back there,

I know him from work,

and if he catches up,

it's going to be really, really

bad.

So I need you to suck

it up and keep going.

- I can't.

Okay? I can't.

- Wait here.

I'm coming back.

Hey, hey, hey, that guy over

there,

he grabbed my chest and he tore

my shirt.

Yeah.

Come on, we're going.

- Hey, what are you - hey!

- Go! Go!

(car ignition starting)

(emergency sirens in the

distance)

- Grady, how you doing with your

shoulder?

Just breathe, breathe.

It's dislocated.

What's funny?

That's the third time I've

popped my shoulder out.

- Well, it should pop right in

then.

- So that man from work,

he's a cop.

Right?

- He was at the gym, and he saw

me there.

There's nothing I could've done.

- Yeah, he could've helped you.

Why didn't you run?

- I already did that once,

remember?

And since that was such

a positive experience,

I thought why ruin the memory.

I need to fix this.

Grady, this is what I do.

I've got you.

So do you have any family?

- Orphan.

- Count to three then.

- One, two, three.

- (cries out in pain) Aw! Sh*t!

F***, wank, tit, cock-sucking

a**holes.

- Well, it's a good thing

you don't have a mother

to kiss with that mouth.

- How long until I feel nothing

again?

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

- Zan, I know who did this to

me.

- You do?

- Even when I couldn't feel

pain,

I knew better than to cross him.

He's a sick man.

His whole house is booby

trapped.

And his cellar, where he

does his work is -

He must've known I was coming

for him.

Knocked me out at Marky's.

Pumped me full of narcotics.

Then made an anonymous call to

you,

knowing what you'd do.

He set me up.

And now he's waiting for me.

His name's Vick.

We call him The Interrogator.

- The Interrogator?

Now what is it they call you

again?

Because if it's not worse

than The Interrogator,

now would be a really

good time to go back to

Hartford, whatever, Hogwarts.

- Not an option.

- Why not?

- Because I don't run.

- Zan, your services

are no longer required.

Thank you for flying with us

this evening.

We understand when choosing a

kidnapper,

you have many options.

Thank you for your business.

- Wait, are you breaking up with

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