The Night Flier Page #4

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I knew they'd never met him.

By the way she was talking

it was like he was a long lost friend.

Ray and Ellen welcomed him with open arms

into their home.

They even had dinner,

actually watched a little television.

The next morning Ellen came to see me.

She wanted to look sensuous.

She wanted to look beautiful.

She wanted to look young.

Selida, could you look this way, please?

Thanks, hon.

When you FBI boys

find this son-of-a-b*tch

give him a swift kick in the teeth for me.

Ray and Ellen were good people.

Tell me about the murders.

Tell me about what you found at the trailer.

Nothin' looked out of the ordinary at first...

'Till we stepped inside...

Right away we knew something was wrong.

It was the smell...

We found Ray first,

sprawled out at our feet...

hardly any blood on him at all...

Something else was missing too...

What's that?

His head.

It was sitting over in

the far corner of the room,

Staring toward the open doorway.

As if there were

actually something to see.

Never seen nothing like that in my life.

An FAA warning for this guy

was posted there on the wall.

and he was there all night, and all the next day,

and still they didn't

blow the whistle on him.

It just makes no sense...

Poor Ellen...

I can still see her now.

She was lying there pale as snow.

Every drop of her blood gone too.

But goddamn if she didn't look at peace.

Almost happy, like it was what she wanted.

Were there any strange puncture

marks on their bodies?

Holes?

oh, there were holes all right.

Holes big enough you could siphon from.

Which is what we figured he did.

How he didn't splash blood all over the room

is anybody's guess.

What kind of f***ing game

is this animal playing?

I wish somebody would tell me that.

Nice puppy.

That's a good boy.

I don't f***ing believe this sh*t.

The blood stops here, Merton,

until Dwight spikes again, the trail's cold.

Anything new in Duffrey?

Richard, you still there?

No, it's more of the same...

I'll tell you something though,

This maniac definitely has

an influence over these people.

A lot of serial killers can charm their victims,

but this guy's got the spades.

Did you pack your garlic?

Yeah, right next to my crucifix.

It's time to hit the phones,

I need to find that goddam plane.

If anything comes over the wires

give me a call.

I'm staying at the Falling Star motel.

You got it.

When hell freezes over.

Sorry to keep you holding, Katherine,

what were you saying?

I just don't feel too comfortable

bribing police officers, Mr. Morrison.

It just takes a little practice, you'll

get the hang of it.

Yeah, I guess so.

Hey, listen, where are you staying

in case I need to get a hold of you?

The Falling Star motel, room 134.

Yeah?

I hear it's a pretty nice place.

Good luck, Katherine.

Thanks.

God, I love this job.

Excuse me.

Hard day?

Hard life.

You're next, Dwight.

What's this sh*t?

Your friend at the end of

the bar ordered it for you.

That's funny.

He... he was just there a second ago!

What did he look like?

Couldn't tell, he was like all

dressed up for Halloween or something!

What'd he say?!

Just to bring you the drink, that's all

Where'd he go?!

I don't know!

Mister, back off!

F*** you, Dwight!

I'm not stopping, f*** you!

Oh, my god.

Dees.

What the f*** are you doing here?

Taking back my story.

Morrison put you up to this?

I don't see what that has to do

with anything.

You know, he sent you down here

to piss me off.

He's just f***in' with ya.

I don't believe you.

I don't give a f*** what you believe!

Go on home before you really make me mad.

I don't need some b*tch cub reporter

screwing up my leads.

I don't need your leads, Dees, I have my own.

Is that right?

Mm-hmm.

I have a complete set of police reports

from the Cumberland County's

sheriff's department.

I tracked down a very cooperative clerk

from the FAA offices in Washington...

And I have all three sets of autopsy photos!

Like I said, I'm taking this story home.

No... you're just playing catch-up.

What are you gonna do next?

I have my ideas.

Where you going?

Just wait, we're talking here...

Jimmy, why don't we cut this

competition bullshit?

You want me to tell you the truth?

I'm dry.

So are you, right?

I tell you something, Dwight was here,

he just left.

He's flying right this minute,

He's gonna have to come down

sooner or later.

He's been very lucky three times already.

How many more times you think

that's gonna happen

before this story breaks wide open

and we lose him for good?

Yeah, so, what's your point?

My point is this...

we gotta get a lead on this guy

and we gotta get one

soon, otherwise we're f***ed.

Now, two people can do that kind of

ground work a lot faster than one.

I'll tell you what I'm gonna do.

This is the best deal you got all day.

If you work with me on this...

I'll share my byline.

How very generous of you!

You laugh.

Yes, I do.

It's as good as it gets, baby.

because the truth is,

if it comes down to just me or just you,

it's gonna be me

all the way.

So what do you think?

Yeah, that's what I need to know from you.

It's 1-0-1, Bravo lima.

Okay, thanks, for nothing.

Please call me if you see it.

Okay, bye.

Yes, I know there's a f***ing FAA warning

posted in every f***ing airport,

between here and Konigsee

what I asked is if you saw the f***ing thing!

Yes, I'll hold.

No, I won't hold.

His name is Dwight Renfield.

Jesus, yes!

Renfield, Dwight!

Renfield!

Dwight Renfield, are you deaf?!

Bastard!

B*tch!

Anything?

No.

You?

Hell, no.

What about that?

He's not gonna hit Wilmington,

it's way too big.

Uh-huh.

Wilmington control, this is Bill.

Hi Bill, this is Mertin Morrison with the FAA.

I was wondering if you could help me

out with something here...

Absolutely, Mr. Morrison, always interested

in helping the FAA any way possible.

What can I do for you?

We're calling all the coastal airfields

lookin' for an aircraft we believe is involved

in some illegal activity.

Now, this particular plane is a sky master 3-3-7.

We got lots of those, very reliable.

See, this is a black Sky master 3-3-7

with red piping, tail #1-0-1 bravo lima.

Have you seen the plane, Bill?

Sir, have you seen this plane?

Sir?

No.

He was lying.

Yeah, he was.

Now what?

Now we get our asses to Wilmington.

It's time to bag this prick, go pack.

I'll be back in two minutes.

Dees?

Way too easy.

Dees! What are you doing? Let me go!

Dees!

Dees!

Open this door!

Dees!

Open this door! What are you, crazy?!

Dees!

Thanks for your help, Jimmy.

But I don't share my byline,

and I'm not sharing the Night Flier either.

He's all mine.

Open this goddamn door right now!

Dees, sh*t!

What did you tell me, Dees?

These stories can get to you.

They can creep inside

like some kind of cancer.

Isn't that what you warned me about?!

Isn't that what you said

happened to Dottie Walsh?!

Sorry, Jimmy, you lose.

See ya on the front page.

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