The Night Flier Page #3

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nasty stuff,

like where something had died.

You're going after him,

ain't you?

You best be careful.

This fella who killed old Claire,

he ain't no man.

Thanks for your input.

Not scary enough, Claire.

What the hell are you doing here, mister?

You scared the sh*t out of me, buddy!

You do this to Claire?

No, I didn't,

but I think the guy who did

just ran that way.

I don't know who you are

or what you want.

We respect the dead around here, mister.

Now, I suggest you do the same.

You might be joining ol' Claire

sooner than you think.

Really.

Thanks for the advice, tiger.

You're a real credit to humanity.

You'll get yours, you son-of-a-b*tch!

I already got it.

I really gotta drink some more of that sh*t.

Must've been that kid from the cemetery

and his boozed up buddies

exercising their first amendment rights

on my motel room window, f***ing hicks.

It's gonna take a lot more

than that to scare me off.

Anyway, I checked out Ezra Hannon's

story with the police,

They basically backed up everything

the old gin-head had to say.

Then I called the Derry airport

where this nut-bar supposedly flew out

and they never heard of a Dwight Renfield

or a black sky master with that tail number.

So where the hell did he come from?

And why didn't Claire question

his missing flight plan?

These little hick airfields

are always used by drug runners

to transport their sh*t.

If the FAA found out that Claire Bowie

let Mr. Renfield in so easily

they'd shut him down faster than you can say

"Bum-f*** county. Maine".

I guess Claire doesn't

have to worry about that now.

Alderton, New York is next.

See what other mischief our caped crusader

got himself into.

You may not know it yet, Dwight,

but you're gonna be my one way ticket

back to the front page.

You're a very generous man, Mr. Dees.

Only when I have to be.

Must've been a mighty man,

got Buck Kendall.

Guy must've got him from behind,

that's the only way I can figure it.

Why do you say that?

Well, ol' Buck weighed around 220.

An easy man most of the time,

God-fearing christian.

But if you did get him riled

he made you sorry.

You got here right in time.

I was just about to sew him up.

Damn that glue!

I hope that doesn't happen

during the wake.

Is this what you wanted to see?

No.

That is.

And he kept on washing

that damn plane.

So I said,

saw you had a night flier last night.

This him?

So I said,

saw you had a night flier.

Night flier.

"Night Flier".

Sweet.

Yes, Merton.

It's Dees.

Where are you, Richard?

Alderton, New York.

Oh... Buck Kendall territory.

- Yeah...

Got my picture of the

Night Flier's second victim,

Up close, personal and dead.

Don't worry, he's off age, I checked his ID

We're callin' him the "Night Flier" now, not bad.

Mr. Renfield is not your typical count.

How's that?

There were two big wounds

on Buck Kendall's neck.

I'm not talking little Bela Lugosi bite marks,

I'm talking about massive holes.

This guy's either got teeth the size of Big Foot

or he's running railroad spikes

into their necks.

This is great sh*t!

I mean, the fatties in the supermarket lines

are gonna love this guy!

God, I hope he kills more people!

Fax me your copy, send the pictures!

Let's get going on this!

Keep it in your pants, it's not ready yet.

It's gonna get bigger.

It's gonna get weirder, I can fell it.

Send me whatever the hell you got there!

We already ran the tease on this, you know that!

Goddamit, it's not gonna be ready for next week,

You got that?

You'll get your story when

I decide it's time to give it to you.

In the meantime stay the f*** out of my face.

I'm flying out of Duffrey tomorrow.

I'll call you when I think I have something.

Idiot.

Working late, Kath?

Just trying to hit that deadline, boss.

The psychic dogs of the stars

piece is really tough.

We're calling him the Night Flier now, by the way.

I'm sorry, Mr. Morrison,

I just couldn't let it go.

I'm not asking you to.

But I'll tell you something: you're not

gonna find all the answers

in this electronic box of yours.

They're out there.

Do you want this story back, Katherine?

You know I do.

Then tape that ticket of yours back together.

Dees does not run this paper, I do.

Bring me the Night Flier and the byline's yours.

But I'll tell ya something,

if you wanna beat Dees,

you gotta play the game like Dees.

Yes.

Sh*t!

Looks like bonus day.

Move it along, pal.

We got enough problems here.

I said move it along, buddy.

Get your hands off me, pal.

I'm the f***ing press!

Just don't get in the way, alright?

Buck Kendall was a one night stand for you.

You flew in shortly after 12:00 on the 23rd,

spiked ol' Buck dead

and took off again into the unfriendly skies.

That's not the norm for you, is it, pal?

You like to linger.

Why?

Maybe most times you wait around

until you're really hungry

but poor ol' Buck was a midnight snack.

You been getting under my skin, fella.

Doesn't look like this story's

about to let me go,

that's okay, 'cause I'm not letting go either.

It's funny, when you give blood...

the most you can expect

is a cup of orange juice,

but when you take blood,

you get headlines.

Sick f***er.

Fill it up?

High-test, if you please.

Listen pal, I'm looking for the Duffrey airport.

Can you tell me how to get there?

Sure I could.

Ain't gonna do you no good,

the place is closed up.

Yeah, I know, I tried to land there this morning,

had to land in Washington National instead.

Then you must know about the Sarches.

That's why I'm here.

Tryin' to find out more about what happened.

You a cop or something?

Something like that.

So you knew the Sarches?

Hell, yeah, I knew 'em.

Actually saw Ray and his wife

the day they were murdered.

They stopped in here on

the way home that afternoon.

I could tell right away there

was something wrong with them.

What do you mean?

Well, Ray looked all... tired and pale

like he was sick or something.

but, Ellen, she was looking fine.

I almost didn't recognize her.

Let's go, Ray.

Honey.

He's waiting for us.

Selida done Ellen up real good.

Who?

Selida McCamon.

She works over in town at the beauty bar.

That's somebody you should be talking to.

She been passing along some

mighty strange stories she has.

Did you notice anything

out of the ordinary?

Just the fact that Ellen's visits

were usually as regular as clockwork.

and this time she came in

at least two weeks early.

Now, that might not mean anything to you,

but for Ellen Sarch to break a routine

she'd been following for the last 20 years,

it was downright odd.

How did Ellen seem to you?

Dreamy somehow.

Like a schoolgirl with a crush.

her color was so high

I thought it was makeup.

Will it be the usual, El?

No.

Something different this time.

A perm, I think.

and maybe...

a little bit of color too.

And as I worked on her,

Ellen told me about that pilot

who flew in the night before.

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