Woman Thou Art Loosed: On the 7th Day Page #5

What'd you say?

What'd you say?

That's Detective B*tch to you.

You got that there?

Thank you. Beth!

These are from your office.

This is a gift from the

Humanities Department.

Everybody wants you and Kari to know

that you're in our prayers.

I'm sorry, did you forget I was coming by?

And now, for local news.

Police are working feverishly

to find seven-year-old Mikayla Ames.

She has been missing from

her Garden District home

and police now believe she may be another

victim of the Merrero Killer.

A $50,000 reward has been posted.

If anybody has any information...

Where's Kari?

I'm not sure.

My turn!

Higher.

This unshaven look suits you.

It's not intentional.

We searched the Rigolette swamp,

all night.

I was with the other team at Jean Lafitte.

I just talked to Detective Barrick.

She says that the FBI guy who's down here,

that you two know each other.

Small world, huh?

Smaller than you think.

Well, he's gonna be

by the house later to discuss the case.

God works in mysterious ways.

You gotta open your eyes.

There's no reason for anything.

God is like Mikayla's blankie.

Just because it made her feel secure,

doesn't mean it had any power.

You know what day it is today?

Of course.

You do? Were you gonna say anything?

What do you want me to say, Kari?

What do you want me to do?

Put another candle on her birthday cake?

Come in.

- Hi, good morning.

- Good morning.

Are you Beth?

- That's me.

- Yes.

- Can I help you?

- Yes, you can.

I am Special Agent Wil Bennett.

Just wanna ask you a couple of questions

in relationship to the Ames case,

you have a minute?

Oh, yeah, I was just grading papers.

- You can have a seat.

- Ah!

Lemont.

What are you doing here?

I warned you about

not sending me my money.

What are you talking about?

I put the money in the envelope

and slid it under the

door like I always do.

Well, you must not

slid it good enough 'cause I ain't got it.

How many students

does Professor Ames fail in a term?

I would say approximately...

- Uh, 8% of his students.

- 8%.

Ooh.

You think any of them

hold a grudge against him?

Oh, well, they're not

happy, that's for sure.

Unhappy enough to take his little girl?

You think somebody would do that

because of a bad grade?

That's messed up.

Cops coming to my house,

asking for your little girl.

- Did you take her?

- Hell, no.

I ain't no child snatcher.

Now you better get them off of me.

I understand you babysat

for the Ames' on occasion.

- Mmm-hmm, I did. Babysat, checked papers.

- Yeah.

Didn't cut the grass.

Um, I was just glad I could help out.

You know, Kari didn't

like leaving Mikayla with strangers so...

Uh-huh.

A little date night here and there

never hurt a marriage.

A man shouldn't leave

a pretty woman home alone.

Let me go.

- Ow, let me go.

- What?

- You down on cash?

- No.

We can make a deal, baby.

- It'll be like old times.

- No.

Get away from me.

Or I'm calling the cops.

You've been of great help.

Are you married?

No, I'm not.

It ain't over!

I'll be back!

- Hey.

- Hi.

- How you holding up?

- I'm all right.

- Yeah?

- Mmm-hmm.

Listen, if I'm interrupting anything

I can come back.

- Oh, no, please.

- You sure?

Come on.

Wil, this is my husband, David.

Wil Bennett.

Make yourself comfortable.

Listen, man,

I'm sorry about your daughter.

Yeah, the local police

aren't telling me anything.

When we get something concrete,

we'll let you know.

I'm glad the mayor finally

got you down here.

I need results.

Well, we have some very strong leads now.

This is day four.

We're down to the wire here, you know that?

I'm aware. We're looking into all avenues.

Hey.

Thank you.

Nice.

Pray-

You know, you should eat something.

You know what I don't get?

I didn't hear a sound.

Why didn't Mikayla scream?

Well, there could've been prior contact.

Maybe she recognized him from somewhere.

From where?

Anywhere the molester would've blended in.

That could be anywhere.

Could be anybody.

You know, 33% of cases,

contact between the abductor and victim

takes place less than

200 feet from the home.

Okay, what about the other side?

Well, that's just a little FYI for you.

Not away from home.

Just a little FYI for you.

You got a little cocky attitude, bro.

I'm just saying.

No, no. I'm just letting you know that

maybe you should think about

neighbors, you know, we

gotta look at also...

so you should check

all options, I'm saying.

So Kari tells me the two of you

know each other from Baton Rouge.

Mmm-hmm.

- We went to high school together.

- Mmm.

Hmm.

I was Wil's first love.

You know I was 14?

What did I know about

love or anything else?

You knew a little something.

Anyway, I went off to college

and we lost track of each other.

- Well, here's to reunions.

- Mmm!

And first loves.

And good girls...

Pure and chaste that does everything right.

Stop it, David!

Sol understand

you teach at Trudeau University.

I lecture. Please understand.

- I lecture around the world.

- Mmm-hmm.

I have a Ph.D.

I'm Dean of the Humanities Department.

- That's what I do.

- Very nice.

I'm sure the university

is very, very happy...

First of all...

Hold up, hold up, hold up.

That they have such a nice, esteemed...

Okay, look, you're a little bit too flip.

Do you understand that my child is gone

and has been missing for

four freakin' days?

Do you understand that

we're doing the best...

Now you sitting there all calm and cool.

I need you to get a little... Little

more invested in my child being gone.

- Do you understand that?

- Oh!

- Kari...

- What the hell is wrong with you?

Oh! Got a little messy.

- I made a little mess.

- You're drinking again?

Like you said, here's to reunions, huh?

Well, what's next? Crack?

Turning tricks again? Come on.

Get your hands off of me!

You know what? Maybe I should leave.

No, no, bro, you know what?

Why don't you both stay here?

That's right. Go on then.

You've been looking for an excuse anyway.

I'm so tired of you judging me.

I'm so tired of being a

guest in my own home.

You don't even wanna

try to understand me. Huh?

'Cause you know everything,

Mr. Professor, don't you?

What are you shaking your head at?

What are you looking at?

- Don't do this.

- Or I'm busted?

Am I busted?

What are you doing?

All this waiting.

What are the police doing?

Stop this.

What are you doing, damn it?

Everything possible is being done!

Kari, move. Move!

I said, "Move."

You just can't keep stuffing down life.

At some point, Mikayla Carter

is gonna have to deal

with what her father did to her.

And changing your name,

marrying a professor,

and living in this big ass house

is not gonna take away the hurt.

I don't care who I am anymore.

Don't say that. Come here.

I want my family back.

I know.

I know.

You listen to me.

You are a strong,

deserving, good woman.

Um...

Okay, uh... I'll see you tomorrow.

God, where are you?

God, where are you?

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