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SUICIDE IN TOWN
- Good afternoon, boss - Merritt said when the sheriff James crossed the police line Pickgoat
- Good evening, will be. At this time I'm having dinner now and watching TV.
- Too bad that crime does not wait, eh Mr. Pickgoat?
- Crime ... can you romance, boy. You smell Academy. Call it what you want but should not be here to a mere formality. A suicide rather than add to the list of Calamut Town.
- Jack "Son Puta" Kiput ... you like it? three months?
- Two if it arrives. If it was the day of Santa Paula when I crossed me in the barbershop, and he told me he had bought the ranch MacGore with dreams of reopening, bringing reform and rebuild the city forever.
- That would plant this? told you?
- Bah. Sure biscuits had been planted and would have sat down to wait for them to grow. But hey in the end all he has done has been what we all knew it was going to do ... all blood-red paint. That put there, boy?
- This is a pentagram ... and there, I think that says "fuck you" but do not quite understand
- I is. Young people understand much more than tacos that we, son. And you know why? because your parents did not beat a good host you every time you said one. Go disaster walls.
- has been charged with the few pictures that were here McGore collection.
- That you fuck pictures, Merrit. We expect to lose around the body and go to Benny's?
- Well boss, it's funny to say it because if we are not going to Bennys ...
- What do you mean?
- that Benny has come to us.
- This here Ben?
- Yes, the bartender.
- And where is it?
- I think that throwing a cigarette out there with a handful of neighbors who do not know if they have to testify or that.
- Oh dear. Nothing, then tell him to pass. The sooner we get rid of, the better. I'll keep an eye on the corpse.
- So said Jack Kiput! haha. There's your eye, next to the typewriter!
- you just win a week without driving the car, that bad joke. Oh dear! this man really was merciless with himself! four ... five shots in the chest ... someone has had the stabs in the back?
- Twenty
- Twenty stabbing ... not as yet can be balanced on the rope, is a miracle that follow large.
Part 2
- Goodnight agents.
- Good night, Ben. Here we are - He replied Pickgoat - Who would tell me I would live to see you close on a Sunday night, you, a Jew from head to toe. Look at this - he said as he put the corpse in the ass to newcomers - The son of a bitch got her ass biting till the blood before dying. It has teeth marks in it Throughout the leg!
- can not say that perhaps there was a second person involved, boss? is ... how to say ... very hard to bite your ass.
- Well, well ... happens, Merrit? I've tried, right? - Ben Pickgoat and laughed like two kids in class, and Merritt was gradually taking the grace and just laughing shyly - Nay, boy, I know, that proves nothing. However I would like this room look a little - Said releasing the piece of bare flesh that once was maimed Jack "Son Puta" Kiput, and letting him swing rhythmically back to the pool of blood.
- Well, is not the only odd thing he's done! - Ben said. Have appeared in my home two pieces of meat and a couple of his fingers. As it will not actually suppose to be used when I was changing the antenna to the car, the fact is that I guess I had reason to want to incriminate myself.
- I understand Ben. Do not worry. In the village we all knew that "Son Puta" Kiput you had saved by being you who gave him the nickname upon arrival. It must be hard trying to set in a small community like Calamut Town, a foreigner, and that all of a sudden you put a nickname as well, which hampers any first impression with our other neighbors. But do not worry, I know you did it without bad faith.
- Man, that's it, I just did it because the battery went to piss women, and that in the same city is very modern but in my bar there are many ladies. If the guys are busy, as you wait! Do not know if anyone noticed, but I have a customer and I think that Mrs. Babbles and your wife, Jim, were there, and I put a good face. That would have said if he had entered a woman and had been there, pissing so calm? this is Calamut Town, and knowing a few, and do not want to name names here because this ...
Pickgoat interrupted him putting his palm to the face. Merritt did the same.
- No kidding. Ellen? - Merritt said
Ben nodded.
- Yes, it has been, sorry, not my fault. Have you heard about the murder and has come to declare shall not do bullshit.
- The interrogate you, Merrit. Indeed, no murder. Clearly suicide, as the three other times. Left. I do not know to have this house, but my fifties, albeit late, I'm starting to believe in the paranormal. Ben you believe in curses? - Ben said as he offered a cigarette and lit them.
- Of course it is. I was just a kid when my grandfather Joel and tell me stories about the curse of the McGore. From childhood I was told they were stories, my parents, so he could sleep at night. But still every time I come to this place turns my guts.
- Oh dear. So do not think this situation will help you a lot, eh buddy?
- PICKGOAT! Damn you! - Cried a voice from the entrance - I've been waiting here since at least before you take out at the wrong time in the incubator.
- Damn ... and you had stayed there until doomsday, if it were me - I said quietly so you will not hear Ellen Virtue-Leaf, which appeared to within walking and breathing like a bulldog
- I wanted to ask everyone later, but I think you'll end up so tired I'll tell others to leave.
Part 3
- An ear to the altar! another on the carpet! I hate to imagine what's in the bowl of holy water!
- Calm down, Ellen. We know that you liked anything right this man, but he is dead, we should have him respect, relax. You can not answer!
- You are ... - Ellen's body turned its sights toward Pickgoat. - I know, James. It is a soul like any other and I'll have you in my prayers tonight. But that happens to worship their false gods in town! their computers cursed devil, his marriage between gays and their horseless carriages!
- We Calamut Town Car for fifty years, Holy Christ! I have the Mio parked right outside! Ben has another and Merrit is a damn convertible! Fuck me Ellen, I've had to do to pass.
- Only an outsider would think I moved to this place WICKED! - Said that he crossed himself several times spasmodically, at a speed the human eye could barely follow, and still not stopped talking - God forgive me for walking to where the meetings held McGore macabre, too soon offer when he died last of them. And I do not talk like that, blasphemer! do not think I do not see how I look at the breasts!
- It is impossible not to look at, Ellen. If you turn too fast you might miss one and destroy the evidence.
Ellen made a motion to go to hit a blow, but at the last moment changed his mind and stuck it to Merritt, who had a quiet time, while his other hand was holding tight Dress up. Merrit's hat fell to the ground in the darkness of the place and began to runny blood.
- But, but, why?? -
- Because this man is older and I will not fix, but you like it you not to become one like him.
- Merritt, Miss Ellen accompanies the exit.
- Come on, lady - said after collecting his hat - thanks for your help, I think that helped us a lot.
- As if that mattered something. This man could not solve either the laces of his shirt, much less a murder.
- Suicide, Ellen. Do not jump to conclusions.
- That suicide. Beware, Pickgoat.
Merritt turned away after finding that Ms. Virtue-Leaf, and, meanwhile, spoke Pickgoat
with Ben focused his flashlight and points in the room apparently at random.
- unbalanced Damn, I thought it was going to throw here all night. Such, Merrit? it hurts?
- No, boss
- How not? Ellen Virtue-Leaf might have been when I played quarterback Miners in Calamut, but the boobs do not fit into the uniform. Your face is sure to fry a potato, but you know, I'm glad I will not. The first thing is honor.
- Listen to your boss, Merrit, knows what it says - said Ben.
- You want to stop treating me like a kid? I have twenty-one years!
- Okay, cowboy, and unemployment.
- Eh, what the hell is this? - Pickgoat focusing said something that was near the door
kitchen. - Alone ... is a pot. It is still hot. And it smells ... God ... the human gut.
- Argg! - Merritt said
- It seems that Jack is fun for a while before cooking their guts hang from the door. This guy is a bitch-box.
- Go to Jack.
- Do not believe that this could involve the help of another person? - Then asked Ben.
- No. It's pretty clear that he did just
- Well, the note is quite clear: "Do not weep for me, Calamut Town, is my decision and my responsibility I decide to leave this world forever cruel and ruthless ... "
- Wait wait I have not yet read, Ben. "It's my decision and my responsibility I decide to leave this world forever cruel and ruthless force that has to make it seem any vacuum eternal hell or a place more comfortable. Sincerely, Puta-Jack-Son Kiput "seems to have gone poetic man.
- Has nice letter - said Merrit
- Yes, and it is signed by all of us. Look there I am - said Ben - And here Ellen, and Merritt and at least twenty more. Do not you see, Jim.
- There, I'm there.
- Ah.
- But I asked Chief Merrit - This is not a sign that could have been a murder?
- Suicide, Merrit. It was a clear suicide.
