UFC 81: Breaking Point Page #2

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I guess talking about

what I do best instead of who I did.

So, no personal questions?

I hope we didn't miss out

on all the human interest stuff.

I'm not a human interest story.

I'm private. Understand?

Not for consumption.

All right.

No dumb comments about the way

I look or being a woman.

But you are a woman.

And this sport is very much

about a certain sex appeal.

I'm an athlete first.

You said you're interested in sports,

so I want questions about sport,

not spandex.

The psychology, the strategy,

and the daily commitment.

Okay, so only informed questions.

Let me guess, you could probably

tell me everything I need to know

about the sport in 15 minutes,

then the magazine could just

run it over and over again?

Pretty much.

Yeah, not much use for me.

You don't want me getting fired, do you?

I have bills to pay.

You know, people depend on me.

Wife and kids?

No, no. No kids. Just my mom and dad.

My wife died a few years back,

but don't apologize. You didn't know.

What do you say

we stop talking about cancer?

All right? My wife's, your dad's.

Just let that go.

You know, I had an idea.

What do you have in mind?

Change of venue.

Sure.

I want to show you something I found.

- Wow.

- So, who's Frank?

Well, I haven't seen that in years.

How did you find it?

I just dig deep.

That's bad.

All right, I guess you found us out.

Yeah.

I let him touch my boob.

But please, keep that out of the papers?

No, no, no, of course.

I was just making a point.

About?

Yeah. You know, you've been a...

Been a part of this place since

young Franklin touched your booby.

Long before that.

Took him years to get that far.

So,

what would you do if you didn't have it?

The talent in the sport, what would you do?

But I do have it.

Yeah, but...

I don't know, say you fell.

Tomorrow you broke your leg.

Legs heal.

Horrible car accident.

You're stuck in a wheelchair.

I'd coach.

I set my goals.

I reach them.

And then I set some more.

What about Franky?

Frank shouldn't have kissed

Lynette Wilchusky at my 13th birthday party.

Frank shouldn't have broken my heart.

Bastard.

All right, all right, last important question.

Is it enough?

Is the sport enough?

Is writing about sports enough?

No.

I mean, I'm passionate about it,

but it's not everything.

What's everything?

I don't know.

Finding someone to tie my life with, maybe.

Like a Franky but with scruples.

Who knew it? Holden Gregg.

Sports writer, closet romantic.

At last. I'm just being honest.

Reporters don't usually answer questions.

See?

I'm a columnist.

There's a difference.

It was in. That was in.

So that special someone,

the person you're tied to?

You had that with your wife?

Me too, with my dad.

It's not the same.

It's not. It's all about the choice.

You were his kid

so you didn't really have any say in it.

I don't know.

When you choose someone

or you're chosen,

it just kind of trumps everything.

You know, it makes

you feel like there's nothing

the world could throw at you

that you couldn't get through.

Do you want anything else?

It's kind of a loaded question.

Yeah, I could use a beer.

We don't have a liquor license.

There you go.

But I've got a loaded answer for you.

I've got a six-pack in my fridge.

Is Kelly Reyes inviting Holden Gregg

up to her apartment?

I set my goals.

I reach them and then I set more.

- It's all about choices, right?

- Yeah.

- This is it.

- Yep.

Yeah, second floor.

- What?

- There's somebody watching.

What?

Hey.

Damn it!

- You okay?

- Yeah.

- Did you see him?

- No.

Don't...

Don't worry.

He's just like a crack-head or something.

It's fine.

They said that Di had a stalker,

that maybe it wasn't an accident.

What?

All right, you know what?

You're not staying here by yourself tonight.

Come on.

You should call the police.

And say what?

That I saw who?

I could barely describe the man, can you?

Some reporter.

I'm serious.

I'll call tomorrow.

File a report.

That's all I can really do.

You're all done.

Very nice. Very professional job.

It still works.

Best interview ever, huh?

Have I shown you...

Have I shown you my room yet?

No? I didn't? What was I thinking?

Just wait till she takes the sweats off.

This chick is hot.

You know what, keep it professional

and keep your mouth shut.

Hey.

So, how do you not have a cell phone?

I don't need one. I'm not that late, am I?

Well, we've been trying to reach you

since last night.

Why?

- Miss Reyes?

- Yeah?

Hi.

I'm Detective Adams.

This is Detective Sandeval.

We're working the Diana Wilkes case.

I was wondering if we could have

a few minutes of your time.

Sure.

- Straw hat, you say.

- That's right.

That'll be all, Sandeval.

All right, well, we'll put it on the wire.

You never know.

Okay, good.

There's something else?

Yeah.

In the course of our investigation,

I talked to Miss Crowe again.

She mentioned your interview

with Mr. Gregg.

- She did, did she?

- Yeah.

Is that some sort of crime or something?

No, no. It's not a crime.

It's just that in addition

to the Diana Wilkes case,

I'm also looking into the disappearance

of Holden Gregg.

What are you talking about?

He hasn't disappeared.

I was with him last night.

You sure?

Yeah.

Pretty sure.

He even made me breakfast.

I'm sorry. Is Holden Gregg your boyfriend?

No, not really.

I've only known him for a week.

A week.

I see.

And when did you first see him?

Last Saturday at the party

after the tournament.

A day before Diana Wilkes was found.

So?

So Holden Gregg was seen

at the after-party.

But nobody has seen him since,

except for you.

But I have seen him. I was with him.

Who's that?

Yeah.

Miss Reyes, that's...

That's Holden Gregg.

Right in there.

- Any forcible entry?

- No, we are looking for them.

There were sheets and pillows.

Check the dryer, pull the lint tray.

They're connected,

Diana's death and Holden?

Well, I'd like some evidence, but,

yeah, I have jumped to that conclusion.

I'm sorry, Miss Reyes, this must be...

We just need some DNA.

Speaking of which,

we need permission to test your...

He used a condom and I took a shower

this morning, there's nothing there.

Okay.

You want physical evidence?

Well, that's the idea, yeah.

Fine, then I'll give you some.

Six feet, 180 pounds, brown hair, blue eyes.

I have a date with him tonight.

Here you go, thanks.

What's he waiting for?

Forty-five minutes late.

Was he late last night?

No, no, he was early.

Well, you know, whatever happens

I think you ought to dump this guy.

You deserve a man who's punctual.

- Okay, Officer.

- It's Detective.

Sorry. Detective.

Ed.

Detective.

All right, guys, let's go home. He made us.

Copy that, Ed.

What? What are you talking about?

That's it?

For the time being, yeah.

Look, Miss Reyes,

can I give you some advice?

Stay off the tour for a while.

Maybe, go out of town for a few weeks.

Let us do our job.

He's been seen, and he knows that.

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