Ticking Clock Page #2

I'm sorry. I just want to come home.

No. You can't do that.

You can't do that to me, not like this.

You seriously

need to get your sh*t together, Louis.

Gina, wait.

Hey, buddy.

Sit back, baby.

Sh*t.

He's gonna kill more of them.

Hi. You've reached my cell.

Can't come to the phone right now,

but leave a brief message

with your phone number,

even if you think I have it.

I'll get back to you as soon as I can,

unless I forget.

Wait for the beep. You know what to do.

Louis. What's going on? You okay?

We got to talk. Can I come in?

Yeah, yeah, of course.

Come on. What time is it?

I went back to where I lost the guy.

You did... What the hell for?

You're gonna love this, Gordo.

You're gonna love this.

I got his journal, and he's gonna kill again.

I got names. I got dates.

Wait, from what? From this journal?

Yes. And that's not all I got.

I got a print.

Louis, this is evidence.

You're gonna give it to Becker.

Screw Becker. No, I can't trust Becker.

I need you to run it for me.

Becker's in charge on this.

Look, any and all evidence

you've got to turn in.

You promise you run the print,

I'll turn the journal in first thing.

Give me the damn thing.

- Can I go back to sleep now?

- Okay. All right.

Hey! Thank you, Gordo.

Yeah. Yeah. Yeah, yeah, yeah.

You know, it's not nice

to read someone's private thoughts.

How'd you get in here?

I knew that I had recognised you.

You used to be quite a writer.

You had a genuine empathy

for the outsiders, for the outcasts.

I try to understand people

without judging them.

Why they do what they do.

Why are you doing this?

I'm just putting things right.

Are you interviewing me?

For your next book, perhaps?

You want to be interviewed?

The truth is, you won't be writing

any more books, Mr Hicks.

My journal, please.

This interview is over.

You just ruined a perfectly good jacket.

Get your hands in the air!

Hold on, hold on!

- Put the shovel down!

- There's a guy and a gun!

- Put the shovel down!

- On the ground! Now!

- It's my house!

- On the ground!

- It's my house! There's a man inside!

- On the ground, sir!

- There's a man in there with a gun!

- Up against the wall.

- There's a man and a gun.

- Now! Now! Move it! Move it!

Just relax.

- There's a guy inside.

- Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Clear!

Bedroom clear.

Bathroom clear.

Louis Hall, architect, Louis Barnes,

sales representative,

Louis Hayes,

Community Brotherhood Project.

You're a man of many faces.

I'm an investigative reporter.

An investigative reporter.

And you recognised him?

It's the same guy.

This accurately matches your description?

That's him. That's definitely him.

Fine. Circulate it.

Okay, so, your door was locked,

no sign of forced entry.

How'd he get in?

I don't know.

I see.

And you say he came in here

looking for a journal, his journal?

Yes.

Which you should've turned in.

And you obviously know

that withholding evidence is a crime.

All right. Let me get this straight.

A killer, who only you saw, breaks in here,

steals the only proof you have

of his existence.

You think I made this up?

I broke my own window?

I put these cuts on my face?

A security guard at the Federal Building

saw Felicia arguing with a man after work.

Would that be you?

Yes.

What were you fighting about?

Am I a suspect here?

I don't know. You tell me.

I mean, at 6:
00, you two were fighting,

and at midnight, she's dead.

Listen to me.

He plans to kill again.

More people are gonna die, a lot more.

I mean, I saw names,

dates, surveillance photos.

I mean, we got to figure out a way

to stop this guy.

"We"? "We" got to figure it out?

It's not enough for you

to write about these nut jobs?

You got to get in on the action, huh?

I just don't want to see

any more people hurt.

But don't you?

I mean, doesn't that make for a better book?

I mean, it's a hell of a career comeback.

The Killer Who Can't Be Caught:

Personal Interviews by Louis Hicks.

Get out of my house.

Spoken like a truly innocent man.

Hey!

Geez. Look how big he is.

- How old is he now? What, six?

- Seven in a few weeks.

They grow up before you know it.

You don't know the half of it.

You get anything off that fingerprint?

Yeah. One hit. Nothing very useful.

"James Keech, Caucasian male,

height, 4'7",

"residence, Trinity Home for Boys,

no known family, age 11."

Yeah. He's a kid popped up

on the state welfare database.

- Yeah.

- An orphan in some group home

up in Brooksville.

Not your guy, huh?

About 30 years too young.

I don't get it. It doesn't make sense.

I know how you feel.

I'm sorry about Felicia.

What's your point?

You need to stay away from this, Louis.

You're too close to it.

Becker's really got it in for you.

And when he kills again?

He's planning two more victims

in the next three days.

We're on it.

Let Becker do his job.

Right. 'Cause he's just so good at it.

I got to go. I'm just trying to help.

Thanks anyway, Gordo.

Sh*t.

Victoria Ihling.

April 19th.

Anne Brighton.

April 22nd.

Felicia.

Felicia Carson. Anne Brighton. Vicki Ihling.

What do you have in common?

- Hello? Hey!

- Kayla, Louis Hicks.

Listen, you still doing DNA matches

for Uncle Sam?

Yeah.

I'm doing another story.

I might need a favour.

Anytime.

Great. Thanks.

- Jax! Louis Hicks.

- Hey, man.

I might need you to run some names

for me.

You got to help me, Louis.

Listen, I'll tail him for a few days,

and I'll get some pictures taken.

Son of a b*tch! I know it!

I know she's cheating on me!

I know, I know. We'll take care of it, buddy.

Listen, you got something for me?

Yeah, right. Okay.

One of these is the needle

in the proverbial haystack.

There's over 30 Anne Brightons

in the metro area alone.

But Victoria Ihling, there's just two hits.

One of them deceased, and the other one,

God bless her,

is one of those who likes to spread her life

all over the Web.

I mean, these women,

they put it out there for everyone to see

and then they complain

about stalkers, you know?

What do I know?

You did good, buddy. You did good.

Anytime. Anytime, Hicks.

But you owe me one.

Yes.

Hi. Vicki Ihling, please?

Louis Hicks with the Journal.

Yes, and I'm writing an expos on

animal rights abuses in the food industry.

Yes, ma'am.

I wanted to ask you a couple of questions.

I will see you later.

Miss Ihling.

- May I help you?

- Louis Hicks.

We spoke on the phone this morning.

How did you know where I work?

Sorry. Your webpage. I'm a reporter.

I'm on a deadline.

I just had a few more questions.

You know what? I'm in kind of a rush.

It'll only take you a couple minutes.

Can I buy you a cup of coffee or...

You know what? Why don't you give me

your card, and I'll call you?

Better yet, I'll call you.

- Tomorrow morning fine?

- It's fine. Bye.

- Sorry to have bothered you.

- Okay, thanks. Have a good day.

You, too.

No, come on. No, no, no, no, no.

No, no, no, no. Come on.

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