The Perfect Guy Page #5

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Hi, you've reached

Leah Vaughn. I'm not in right now.

Leave a message and I'll call you back.

Hey, I'm just calling to let to know

that I'm on my way.

I should be there around 11:00.

I cannot wait to see you. I love you.

What the hell is that?

Shh.

Hey. Uh, I'm a little worried.

It's after midnight,

and, uh, you're not home yet.

I'm waiting up, so call me, okay?

I love you, too.

What are you doing here?

- We need to talk.

- What?

- May I come in?

- What happened?

It's Dave.

He was in a car accident.

Oh, my God! Is he okay?

Leah, I'm sorry.

He didn't survive.

Oh, my God. No!

I'm so sorry.

No, no, no, please.

No, please.

No, no, no.

Please, God!

According to the report,

Dave wasn't wearing a watch

at the scene of the accident.

But he was.

I'd just given it to him.

He promised me he'd never take it off.

Don't you see?

Carter was there.

He took the watch and now he's...

I want you to know,

how we proceed from this point further

is critical if we want to catch him.

What was his real name again?

Robert Adams.

He's not who he says he is.

He's been lying about everything.

Why can't you just arrest him?

He changed his name legally.

And yes, he's been arrested before

for harassment,

but nothing ever stuck.

That's bullshit!

You showed me his record.

He's been in and out of

trouble his whole life.

You said it yourself.

He's, what, bipolar?

What was it?

Bipolar, devolving into psychosis.

What they used to call

psychopathic behavior.

But just because he was diagnosed

doesn't mean that...

He killed Dave and this is your proof!

I can't just keep hauling him in.

I need evidence or we'll never get him.

I want him just as bad as

you do, believe me.

We found no surveillance equipment,

and there's still no sign of him, sir.

Also, no signs of forced entry anywhere.

Did you give him a key?

Sh*t!

What?

He was with me one night

when I locked myself out of the house.

He saw where I hid my spare key.

He's obviously been here.

You can arrest him for

breaking and entering.

Not unless we can prove it.

I'll have Forensics

look at the watch and the key.

If Carter left a print,

or if there's even a microscopic trace

of Dave's blood on it,

then we've got him on breaking and entering.

Possibly murder.

He's a robot.

Turn that thing off.

What are you gonna do?

I want you to tell me

what happened to David King.

I don't know David King.

Maybe I should talk to Robert.

You see, I know who you are, Robert.

No. You don't know.

Don't I?

I know

you changed your name 10 years ago.

I know you were abandoned

by your mother at age two.

I know you grew up in foster homes

in Illinois.

You were in and out of trouble

until the age of 17.

And I know you have a very high IQ.

But, Robert,

you're not as smart as you think you are.

You hacked into her computer.

You broke into her house.

You got proof?

This look familiar?

What if I were to tell you

we had your prints on this watch,

and we know you moved it

from the crime scene?

I'd say

try harder.

It must have killed you to see her with him.

Every day,

every night.

Knowing someone else was kissing her,

touching her,

having her.

And you were watching.

Weren't you?

You just couldn't stop.

Could you?

Are we finished, here?

Or do you want to talk about

something else?

Did you hit your head, Robert?

I told you to be more careful.

The email is untraceable.

- It came from your computer.

- Of course it did.

But you're right.

The suicide note?

It's a threat.

And the watch?

Clean.

So, you can't protect me?

I'm doing everything I can within the law.

I think you should go

away for a little while.

I'm not gonna let him run me off.

Maybe your parents?

And I'm not gonna put my parents at risk

with that sick bastard.

Okay.

He destroyed everything I care about.

And I'm not just gonna roll over.

I'm not.

I can see that.

What would you do?

It's time for my coffee break.

You're welcome to join me.

Excuse me?

It's just across the street.

What kind of game are you playing with me?

You asked me what I would do.

I can't give a victim that kind of advice

as a member of the force.

But there's nothing preventing me

from telling a friend

a story over a cup of coffee.

So, I knew this guy.

Someone broke into his house

while he was sleeping.

After that, he kept a shotgun in his house.

It was a 12-gauge Remington.

I don't know what that means.

Remington is the make.

It holds seven rounds, or bullets.

But in shotguns, they're called shells.

Okay.

So he loaded the first two shells

with bean bag rounds

and the last five with regular shells.

You... You lost me.

Bean bag rounds

are little bags filled with lead shot.

The bag is designed to protect the skin

from penetration.

So, technically, they're classified

as non-lethal rounds.

So, he loaded the first two shells

with bean bags

because a non-lethal round

qualifies as a warning shot.

Why?

Firing a warning shot is self-defense,

if you're standing in front of a judge.

If a perpetrator continues

to threaten your safety,

any shot after that is justifiable.

So...

- You're saying...

- I'm just telling you a story.

What you do with that information

on your own time

is none of my business.

I don't like where this thing is going.

We're talking because maybe this ends badly.

You don't want that. Okay?

And neither do I.

Is she the next victim?

Excuse me?

What's going on here?

Oh, you don't know me now?

Don't believe a word

this piece of sh*t tells you.

He fed me the same lies,

and then he stalked me.

And then, he murdered

the man I was gonna marry.

She's lying.

Oh, and he's very charming.

And persistent.

Nothing will stop him,

not even restraining orders or the police.

I think I should go.

Good idea. Do not walk. Run.

While you still can.

Murderer.

Leah, where are you?

Alicia and I are worried about you.

We've left you so many messages.

You gotta call us back. Please.

Who is it?

- Delivery.

Rusty.

Oh.

From the looks of it,

it all seems very impressive.

As I said, I look forward

to working with you in the future.

- And don't worry about that...

Sorry to interrupt.

You lost?

No.

Take one more step

and you're gonna feel lost.

Put the gun down.

Please, Leah.

- What the hell was that?

- A warning.

You're not gonna kill me.

- God!

- Maybe not.

But I got five more like it,

and they will f*** you up!

Something funny?

Looks like I lied.

Ma'am, are you okay? Can I help you?

I'm here to see Detective Hansen.

Hansen!

Come inside.

I want to report an intruder.

This is Hansen.

I need a couple of units, Code Three,

at 12177 Lockhaven Road.

Got it?

Are you okay?

I am now.

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