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Do I know this guy?

He seems to know me.

What the fuck?

I like your car. Thank you.

Where’d you get it? Are you interested in buying one?

I haven’t made a strong enough impression on you?

I wouldn’t be too hard on yourself.

Okay. What am I doing?

Who is this?

How can you read that again? It’s good.

Yeah, but you’ve read it, like, a thousand times.

I enjoy it.

I always thought the pleasure of a book was in wanting to know what happens next.

Don’t be a prick.

I’m not reading it to annoy you. I enjoy it.

Just let me read, please.

Probably tried this before.

Probably burned truckloads of your stuff.

Can’t remember to forget you.

Yeah.

Uh-huh.

Sir, that’d certainly be in keeping with some of my own discoveries.

I was hoping for a little more on the drugs angle. Can you hang on a sec?

The police report mentioned the drugs found in the car outside my house.

The car was stolen, but his prints were all over it.

I got friends in the department. They gave me a copy of it.

I dealt with the police a lot in my insurancejob.

With my condition, it’s really tough. I can’t keep it all in mind at once.

I have to summarize the different sections. And there’s pages missing.

I guess I’ve been trying to log them all.

I don’t know why these are crossed out.

But they weren’t even looking for John G.

The stuffthey found in the car fit in with what they believed had happened…

so they didn’t chase any of it up.

Honey.

Honey, it’s late.

Everything okay?

There’s something about the drugs stashed in the car that doesn’t ring true for me.

Because the police claim the guy was an addict, needing money to score, which I think is bullshit…

‘cause he’s not gonna go breaking into places while he’s still got a stash that big.

I think John G Left it there or planted it there.

How do you know that?

Shit. That’s true. It fits.

So he’s a dealer.

Hang on a sec.

Now we’re getting somewhere.

“Discount Inn.”